wasteland, baby! [fushiguro megumi]

13: satoru

july 2018 - three days ago

tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school

third person pov

reality rushed back in pieces as the searing heat of afternoon sun rays met with keiko's parched lips. the disoriented ringing in her head had forced her hand up to grip onto the roots of her hair, while the numbness in her limbs stung from being bedridden for the past three days, not that she was aware of it.

while aimlessly trying to reach for her phone on the nightstand, the back of her hand had brushed across something refreshingly cold. perking herself up with her elbows, keiko gently shook her head in the attempt to regain her usual vision, hands reaching for the foreign object she just touched.

it was a cool can of her favourite melon milk, the scattered condensed droplets of water was telling her that it was placed on her nightstand not too long ago. at the back of the can stuck a small post it note, damp from the condensation.

'hope this helps. don't drink it too fast though, you just woke up after all.'

it didn't say who wrote it, but judging by the cursives she could only have thought of one noirette in particular. as a small smile tugged on her lips, keiko sighed and placed the drink back on her nightstand, pushing herself off the bed to indulge in a long needed shower.

how long was i unconscious for?

keiko winced silently, as the warm water seeped into the stitches on her torso. although shoko ieri had done a hell of a good job healing the most part of her stab wound with her reverse cursed technique, she still needed to be stitched up to prevent her guts from falling out.

while her eyes were shut under the warm rainshower, she recalled the trickle of darkness that lurked from her soul, from when she was fighting with the cursed spirit yoritomo urui. disgusted at how she let herself be consumed by the paradox that is her identity, keiko grimaced.

after slipping on a loose t shirt and a pair of joggers, the girl contemplated if she should head out to find her classmates, but her throbbing headache had decided otherwise, causing her to slump back onto her bed as she popped open the can of melon milk her friend had left for her. not before carefully peeling off the damp post it note on the back and slipping it into her bedside drawer.

it was two in the afternoon, and keiko had no appetite for lunch as her stomach churned uncomfortably with a mix of melon milk and acid. so she grabbed her guitar and headed for a little spot that she'd call a temporary getaway.

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meanwhile the other three first years had just finished a class with gojo and were on their way out before itadori started whining again.

"it's been three days! why isn't mizuki up yet?"

"it's not like she's taking a power nap idiot! she needs time to heal!" kugisaki retorted, the palm of her hand smacking the back of the pink haired boy's head.

their blindfolded sensei simply leaned back in his seat with a small grin of amusement as he watched the rowdy pair go back and forth with their bickering, while the silent raven kept his distance with his hands in his pockets as usual, head hung low with an almost bored expression.

as soon as his students left his sight, gojo had warped himself away with a snap of his fingers, to a little patio on the highest level of the main building. the soft strums of a guitar and whispered hums of blackbird by the beatles stopped almost instantaneously the moment he set foot on the wooden platform.