wasteland, baby! [fushiguro megumi]

08: wildcard

third person pov

"what are you guys doing here?" keiko dispelled her spear as she approached the trio. "how'd you even find this place?"

"gojo sensei said we could find you here!"

"of course." she deadpanned.

"what's all this even? i've never seen it anywhere else in the scho- woah!" itadori hopped into the arena as he gawked at the worn out dummies in amusement.

"satoru had this built for me when i was younger. the only way he could get me to summon anything was if people were trying to kill me so, this was his 200 iq idea, to have a bunch of wooden things with spikes come after me."

"this is still a lot though." kugisaki interposed.

"well it is jujutsu tech after all-"

"is that ... blood?!" the pink haired boy had stumbled upon dried blotches of crimson on a couple of dummies.

"it's probably mine, don't worry, gojo satoru's training isn't all fun and laughter. fushiguro would know, right?" keiko poked her head at the raven, keeping her eyes towards the arena.

in all of their time together, megumi has never heard keiko call him by his last name. and when she said it so casually, his chest stung slightly but the poor boy couldn't figure out why.

an awkward kugisaki jabbed an elbow into his side and shot daggers with her caramel eyes, 'she mad, mad.' she tried to tell him.

as keiko unhooked her belt and picked up her empty bag, she rested her weight on the dusty contraption, eyes squinted as she observed the pink haired boy dance around her training arena with such childlike wonder. "get out of there before you hurt yourself." she cautioned him, and the boy carefully hopped out, with slight disappointment tugging on his face.

with a sharp grunt, keiko flipped the lever and the dojo returned to its original state. not before snapping a quick photo of the scoreboard though, she was excited to brag about her new highscore to her older brother.

ha! i beat your god mode score by two points!

as the group began to walk back to the main building, the ever so curious itadori broke the silence again as megumi and kugisaki clicked their tongues in annoyance.

"why did gojo build this so far away from everything else?"

"because nobody comes to this side of the school, so the higher ups would least likely find out that i exist." the redhead explained, trying to keep it as brief as she could.

"but why wouldn't you want them to know you exist?"

"because they'd probably send me to my death if they knew who i was."

"why would they do that? who are you?"

the inevitable and slightly insensitive question halted the group as megumi and kugisaki turned their heads back to see how the redhead would respond.

after batting her eyelids a couple of times, keiko released a soft sigh as the corner of her mouth tugged upwards a little.

"well, i'm a devil." the girl replied with such unusual chirpiness.

it didn't seem like the other three caught her joke as their faces contorted in confusion and keiko simply chuckled after that, making her move forward and taking the lead while the others followed suit.

"you should see your faces," she giggled. "anyways, what's the mission?"

"we didn't tell you there was a mission." the raven kept his gaze to the ground.