GURDIAN [ Gojo.S x f!Reader ]

CHAPTER - 01

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SUNDAY 09:00 AM, TOKYO METROPOLITAN CURSE TECHNIQUE COLLEGE, JAPAN.

A teen boy and a grown man are currently walking towards the office of the principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technique College, Yaga Masamichi.

The boy is a muscular teenager with big light brown eyes and black and strawberry blonde spiky hair standing tall at 173 cm and alongside the boy is a tall man with a lean build in his later twenties with snow-white hair and a blindfold on his eyes while wearing dark blue zip-up jacket with a high collar and slim-fit matching black pants and black dress boots.

"Anyway, you're about to have an interview with the principal." The white haired man informs his companion as they walks towards the principal's office.

"The principal?"

The blindfolded man nods, "screw it up and he could reject your admission, so go all out."

"HUH?!" The strawberry blonde is shook beyond belief, "and what then?! Immediate execution?!"

A third and seemingly mocking voice makes its presence known, "Ah? So you're not the boss?" A mouth like figure appeared on the strawberry blonde's cheek, "Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless."

The strawberry blonde boy slaps a hand on his cheek to shut off the mouth figure on his cheek, "sorry, sensei. He pops out sometimes."

The snow haired man puts his index and thumb on his chin, "What an amusing body you have now,"

The mouth figure appears once more but this time it's on the hand, "l owe you a favor, you know.—" And simultaneously, the strawberry blond boy exclaims, "Not again!"

"—Once I make this brat's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill!"

The snow haired man offers a small smile, "it's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna."

The teen boy now slaps his hand to cover the mouth figure or now known as Sukuna, "This guy's really that famous?"

The blindfolded man stares ahead of him, "Ryomen Sukuna is a fierce imaginary god with four arms and two faces.

But he's actually a human that really existed, though it was over a thousand years ago.

In the golden age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered up all their might to challenge him and failed.

Crowned with the title of Sukuna, we couldn't even destroy his grave wax as he traversed the ages after his death as a cursed object. Without a doubt, He is the king of curses."

The boy absorbed all the information, "so who's stronger, you or him?"

"Well... if Sukuna regained all of his power, it might be a little draining."

"Would you lose?"

"I'd win."

The pair continue their way to the office.

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The boy and the man arrive at a chamber that is dimly lit only by several candles.

The deep and heavy voice rumbles, "you're late satoru." A big man sits there surrounded by teddies as he sews stuffed animals, "Eight minutes late. Not enough to chastise you for, but I know I told to you to fix your habit of being late."

'That old dude's making cute things!' The teen boy wonders about the older man.

"If it's not enough to chastise me for, then don't chastise me. You're making dolls anyway, what's a measly eight minutes?" The snow haired man then looks down towards the boy standing next to him, "That's principal Yaga Masamichi."