𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

chapter 11

THE TRIP TO THE GYM WHERE

yuuji had his daily training was anything but easy. your skirt was wrinked, your legs were still shaking from the aftershocks of your previous orgasms, and let's not talk about the fact that you weren't wearing any underwear.

you met with megumi on your door, asking if you could change your outfit that would take only a second. he claimed it to be pretty late and that yuuji had probably started his training by now, so he grabbed your hand and led you all the way to the gym. yuuji had indeed started training by the time you arrived. he was in the basketball team with his brother, sukuna, as coach. the jujutsu basketball team was the most famous one in the city for being the one with more winning tournaments.

yuuji selected, more like was forced by his brother, the basketball team as his extracurricular activities. it was an obligation for every student to choose an extracurricular activity to attend to during the school year in order to earn a few points by the end of it. those points were used later to improve your grades. for example, megumi chose something related to music. he attended his uncle's guitar classes, not that he needed to, but it was the only thing that was easy enough for him to do. you on the other hand, didn't apply to anything yet, even though a few weeks has passed by since the beginning of the school year.

you've talked about it with maki before, she even talked with a few of her classmates about different activities there were for you to apply to. none of them caught your eye especially; the science related ones were basically mixing chemicals in a laboratory that would very much end up in a disaster. you even thought about a sport activity since your college had a big diversity in that aspect. again, nothing really suited you. something music related? the only instrument you played was not on the list of the ones that naoya taught to students.

you were desperate to say the least, you needed to find something easy enough for you to do. it was an obligation for every student to attend one activity and you were sure principal nanami would not let it pass even if it was just one student, not with how strict he was with his job.

an idea emerged on your mind as soon as you spotted two black buns on the stands: choso. he was one of the languages teacher and was actually one of the people that taught in some extracurricular activities. he taught french, spanish, japanese, portuguese and other more. you always heard different languages at home. how couldn't you when both of your parents were indeed languages teachers. you were taught spanish and italian from a young age, that is until you got into your last year of high school. your parents got a little bit sad when you chose a science degree instead of a linguistic one, but were proud of you nonetheless. if they could see what your mind was thinking, they would probably cry. you were now sure that this year's extracurricular activity would be spanish.

sitting down next to megumi, he rummaged through his bag for your food. he was actually kind enough to buy you something considerably okay to have for lunch this late in the day. taking the box from his hand you thanked him and dived right into it. you thought about how normal things were around megumi, he didn't seem to be shy or awkward about what happened between you two. things were like they were before, as if anything did happen. you also thought about how oblivious he was from your state or if he noticed it but didn't want to ask about it. your hair was a mess that you kind of put together in a low bun, your skirt was wrinkled and your legs were closed tightly, not wanting anyone to see that you were in fact wearing no underwear. you tried to suppress the shaking from your legs too but it was to no avail.

shaking away your thoughts, you focused on your friend who was currently being lectured by his coach. yuuji was wearing the team uniform with the school colors: black and red. it looked good on him really, his well kept form really did help with that. now eyeing sukuna, you could see his muscles flex underneath the black shirt he wore, the fabric looking as if was about to explode from how tight it was around his pecs. his spiky pink hair trapped underneath a black cap with the college logotype on it. gazing down, his grey sweatpants also looked like they were about to rip, doing a poor job to conceal sukuna's thighs. looking back up you were met with his amused expression, an eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face.