The Revenge of The Gojo's and The Curse

Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School

"Under Jujutsu regulation, Karma Shiota, by law I will now exorcise you... as a CURSE!" Fushiguro exclaims.

"Huh, what? No, really, I'm feeling fine. Besides, you, Yuji and I are all pretty beat up. Shouldn't we see a doctor? Hey, wait... WHERE'S MY SHIRT?" I yell, feeling the wind hit my bare chest and stomach. "What's the situation?" -  "Huh? Satoru Gojo? What are you doing here?" Fushiguro asks this random guy. "Hey, I wasn't planning on showing up. But you got kinda roughed up kid." Gojo laughs.

~Walking to the principal's office with Gojo and Yuji~

While Yuji and Gojo-sensei were talking I couldn't stop think about how similar Gojo and I looked and 'Gojo' that's my biological last name. What the actual hell is going on?! I'm guessing I looked super confused right now because Yuuji placed his overly large hand on my shoulder *WHY DOES HE SUCH BIG HANDS?! WHY ARE MINE SO SMALL?* I tense, crying internally and grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder. *ahhhh shit*

"OW! Karma! Why would you do thaaaaaaat?!" Yuji cried in pain, "I am so so so sorry Yuji! You just startled me, and I was in my own world an- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I ramble before being lifted off the fucking ground?!!! "Picking you up so you stop rambling, jeeze, you sound like my dead wife." Gojo says casually. 'Yep, that's right Gojo-sensei just picked me up, like it was nothing, just to stop rambling! Wait... dead wife. That just makes me believe he's my dad even more!' 

"Sorry sorry. But you didn't have to PICK ME UP!" I scream, finally being put back onto the ground. "Nah, it's alright you're as light as a feather for such a muscular girl." Gojo says, 'Why is he staring at me!'  I cry internally. "Plus, you remind me of someone, so it's fine!" He says cheerily. Giving me a thumbs up, Gojo walks over to Yuji. 'Oh, right, Yuji... I feel like a shitty friend, I forgot he was here...'

"Hey, Karma" Yuji calls. I look up to Yuji, he stands at about 5,8 (173cm) and I am about 5ft (152cm), he's standing in front of me looking directly into my eyes, making me flustered. 'He looks really cute right now... WAIT WHAT?!' I just blushed more not only from the embarrassment, but I only just realised how close we're standing together, 'I estimate we're about... 3cm away from kissing... HOLY SHIT!', my mind screams. I try to take a step back but Yuji's holding onto my shoulders, 'for the second time in I believe approximately 3 minutes – ahhhh shit'.

"Hmm?" I hum in response. I'm trying so hard to look him in the eyes instead of looking at his pink lips, that look so enticing... 'WAIT WHAT THE FU-' my thoughts were cut off by Yuji speaking.

"Hey, Karma. It's alright! It hurt like hell, sure, but, I'm fine now! But are you okay? You looked confused and tense just before..." Yuji asks, "Umm, yeah. I'm fine just thinking about something, sorry..." My voice trailed off; I just entered my world again. Back to thinking about how similar Gojo-sensei and I are. "Karma?" Yuji calls, shaking me harshly. "Oi, quit shaking meee." I cry, grabbing his wrists.

"What are you thinking about? Is it that you and Gojo-sensei look so similar?" Yuji asks, "Wha- how'd you know? Anyway, it's not just that we also share the same last name!" I exclaim. "Huh? I thought your last name was 'Shiota'." Yuji's face is plastered with confusion. 'Haha, he looks so confused! It's kinda cute...' I think. "You didn't know I was adopted?" I ask him. "YOU WERE ADOPTED?!" Yuji yells, I flinch back slightly. "Hey kids! We gotta get going!" Gojo calls over to us. "SHUT UP FOR A SECOND, GOJO! SINCE WHEN? I THOUGHT MS. SHIOTA WAS YOUR ACTUAL MOM!" Yuji yells loudly, shaking me again. "Yuji! Chill out, man. You do realise I never called Ms. Mitsuki 'Mom'... right? Plus, I look nothing like her!" I explain, grabbing his wrists again to stop him from shaking me. "Oh, you're right. Man, I'm so dumb!" He pouts. I pet his shoulder, saying it was fine as we kept following Sensei. Yet, we kept whispering how Gojo may actual be my father.