Unrequited

Ch. 1 - Satoru's Sister

Tokyo Jujutsu High - 2008
(AN: Since you will be Gojo's sister, I'll have to use first names in non-dialogue to keep things straight. In dialogue, I'll usually use last names.)

"Tonight, right?" Yu excitedly asked Satoru as the fourth and third years sat outside after a regular day of classes, or what would be considered "normal" day for Jujutsu High.
It was Friday and at least once a month, Satoru would hold a party for whoever decided to show up to his large, usually parent-less family estate.

"Yeah, tonight," Satoru confirmed, "are you finally gonna' come, Nanami?" He asked the blonde who spent most of his time ignoring whatever it was Satoru was bothering him about.

"Of course he's not gonna' come," Shoko took a long drag of her cigarette, answering for him.

The six of them were hanging out in the one of the courtyards on campus. Suguru and Satoru sat on a brick half-wall while Shoko leaned against it, smoking.
Said half-wall surrounded a small, pathed garden that was covered mostly by trees, providing comfortable shade to lounge in. The courtyard itself was toward the back of campus where almost no staff came, which gave a good space for the usual teenaged shenanigans.
The wall itself was angled in an L-shape, so while the fourth years were all perched on one side - the third years were on the other. Just like Suguru and Satoru, Yu was seated next to them on his portion of the wall - confidently carrying on an enthusiastic conversation that Kiyotaka was trying his best to keep up with. Kento could care less, eyes busy scanning a chapter book.

"Bingo," Kento pointed a finger at Shoko without removing his eyes from the book. She gave a single laugh and a smirk at Kento's answer before dazing off into the clouds and taking another drag.

"You're no fun, Nanamin," Satoru continued to tease. "You know what happens at these parties, right?"

"I have no interest in whatever it is you do on the weekends," he sighed, turning the page - pushing some of his long hair from the side of his face in the process.

"Nanami!" Yu interrupted excitedly. "This is our chance to get with girls!" Yu briefly glanced up from his book to give his classmate a disgusted expression.

"Oh, Nanami, you're human like the rest of us. You know you want some." Satoru sighed. "Even little Ijichi is coming!"

"Like I said, I have no interest," Kento grumbled, flipping another page. "While I am human, I don't need to fill that with some random person."

"Uptight ass," Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes from behind his round specs. Kento chose to ignore him as always.

"Hi Satoru," a new voice arrived, it was you, causing Kento to finally look up at full attention from an unfamiliar voice. His low, uninterested eyes met yours. "I'm here to ride home with you."

"That was quick," the lanky teenager hopped off the wall and patted you on the head. "You're usually late."

"Yeah, well I actually caught the train on time today - class didn't run over," you sighed, shooing your brother's hand away. With Satoru's hand away, you began fixing your hair which was clearly dyed black - snowy white roots starting to come in just a few centimeters from your scalp.

"Oh, sister..." Satoru now began to tease you, looking intensely at your head, "you really need a touch up. It's really obvious in the sunlight." You quickly clasped your hands over your roots.

"Cut it out," you hissed at your elder sibling who was giggling like some kind of idiot.

"I'm serious," he insisted playfully, poking the top of your head while Suguru and Shoko snickered. They always got a kick at how frustrated you got at your brother. "Your dumb, normie school forces you to dye your hair but they let this slide?"