|𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪| 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

Shall We?

(A/N: this chapter is dedicated completely to @Sidecave_ because they are fricking awesome and have been so nice to me, even though i have a tendency to make completely empty promises and not ever update. so, thank you and ilysm. <3)

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of Satoru's car, breathing in the fresh autumn scent. The breeze rustled through your hair and clothes gently as you stared up at the large building in front of you. Tokyo Jujutsu High. This was the first time in several months that you would be interacting with an entire community of jujutsu sorcerers... And you were not prepared at all.

You were snapped out of your trance by the slamming of a car door, and you snapped your head to the side to glance over at Satoru who had come to stand beside you. You couldn't tell if you were grateful to him for being here with you, or if you were still upset with him for even bringing you here. Your attitude towards him had changed completely ever since he had brought up jujutsu, and you believed that you had every right to be mad. Perhaps you were overreacting, but that didn't matter to you.

"Well, Y/N, dear, shall we?" Satoru questioned, offering you his arm, like this was some sort of medieval romance.

You ignored his question and began your walk towards the entrance of the school. You snuck a glance over your shoulder and snickered at the dejected look on his face after you refused to accept his gentlemanly act. You strode in, feeling confident, or perhaps acting confident, but your façade immediately melted away as you stepped inside, the overwhelming amount of cursed energy almost being perhaps too much to intake. 

It was certainly unnerving to be in the presence of all of this energy, this energy that you had not wanted anything to do with for the past several months. You put a hand to your head as you furrowed your eyebrows in pain, your head pounding with the odd, unsettling feeling of sensory overload. Satoru rushed over to you, ready to offer support, but you almost automatically waved him off, grounding yourself and taking a deep breath.

"I have to be strong, remember?" you reminded him, with a small smile, to which he nodded and gestured down the hallway.

You pushed through the large, heavy doors and was automatically faced with an intimidating looking man, though that appearance was taken away from with the large amount of stuffed creatures that lay at his feet and by his side. His head was resting on his hand which was propped up onto the armrest of his chair. 

You approached him hesitantly, bowing slightly and subtly wiping the sweat from your brow as you were still facing the ground.

"Hello. I am L/N Y/N, an acquaintance of Gojo-san's," you introduced, trying your best to disguise the uncertainty in your voice.

"I know who you are. The greatly renowned Grade 1 sorcerer. Perhaps on par with myself, I might add," the man uttered as he stroked his goatee thoughtfully.

"Ah, no, I wouldn't go that far, sir..." you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you turned your head away.

"But I would. And I'm sure Gojo here agrees with me. After all, he's the expert," the dark-haired man said, gesturing to Satoru.

"Well, Yaga-san, with no disrespect to you, I do agree. She is quite the powerful one," Satoru replied, and you couldn't help but redden at his compliment; you hated Satoru for putting you in such vexatious situations with just his words.

"I do not feel disrespected in the slightest. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't believe it to be true," the tall man announced as he rose from his chair, and you were quite astonished with his true height.