𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚 [𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞] ✓

chapter 1: blindfold

note:

i kinda made up the definitions of the words that inumaki says, but i think there's an official glossary (?) so if you want, go check it out or just eyeball the meanings like i did haha :)

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GOJO SATORU CALLED it 'Medusa'. Fitting, for what your cursed technique could do. Maybe that was the reason he had put a blindfold over your eyes and refused to take it off as he whisked you away.

When you told the man that you wanted to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer and had been branded by your family to inherit a cursed technique, he was quite surprised. You told him that you wanted to be trained professionally and not just left to rot for days on end, locked in a holy room because you were deemed 'dangerous'.

Maybe you could make some friends.

A meeting with the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu Technical High School was held, but stayed quite brief — he did not, to say the least, want to see you. Gojo had still not taken off the blindfold and it had started to itch around your eyelids. It was not until he presented you with glasses that he removed the piece of fabric.

"Don't take these glasses off, alright?" He had told you. Through the tint of the shades, you made out his wild snowy hair and uniform, a vortex button gleaming innocently above his breast. His voice was soothing and you found yourself nodding unconsciously. "They are imbued with cursed energy to stop your technique from hurting others. Only take them off when you sleep or when facing the enemy in the worst-case scenario."

You nodded, biting your lip.

Gojo wasn't done. "In the case that they come off whilst with allies, close your eyes immediately and wear them again." With a sigh, you averted your eyes away from his piercing stare.

You knew what your cursed technique was capable of. You knew the moment your grandfather had branded the sides of your eyes with winding swirls — closely resembling the feral coils of a serpent.

One look at anyone and they would turn to stone: petrified, cold, hard... and most certainly dead.

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PRINCIPAL YAGA DIDN'T see your potential, only the danger you could bring, but Gojo had   somehow managed to convince him to let you stay and train with the other 1st year students.

There were only three which, as much as it shouldn't have, surprised you. One was a tall four-eyed girl, a short boy who looked vaguely like a character you had seen from a superhero anime, and a furry.

You sighed internally, already feeling their judgmental stares despite your gaze fixed on the ground. "This is Maki, Toge, and Panda." Gojo said, gesturing to them. He then introduced you too. He smirked and looked at the students. "Now, play nice..."

You couldn't help but feel mildly terrified.

Your first impressions of them were not, per say, bad, but you couldn't help but think they were already aware of your cursed technique. On that thought, you decided to keep your eyes away from anyone else's, focusing on a strange mark on the concrete ground.

Before you knew it, they were gone with a simple, "Hope we can get along." Well, so much for thinking I'd make any friends. You thought, bitterly. You sighed and bit the inside of your lip.