Her

Untitled Part 1

A/N: The part in italics is from a song I found while writing this. It fit well enough to add into the story. Song Credit to: Arashi. Song: Wish. Album: Arashic (2006)

2006: Jujutsu High, Tokyo

Spring and the inevitable finals. Practical Application of Modern Jujutsu. Jujutsu and Ethics. Cursed Energy in Theory and Practice. Blah blah blah.

The only saving grace comes at 4pm.

Gojo takes the steps two at a time amidst a brilliant dancing display of cherry blossoms. Colorful, fragrant petals swirl lazily around him as he turns right, heading for the dorms. As usual, he carries no backpack. Most of the other sorcerers in training do, filled with notebooks and what-not.

He's not one of those students. Mostly, he just crams what he needs into his head and that's good enough. Shoko often calls him a lazy learner, but if that's the case, why is he one of the top students here?

Now, having reached his dorm, he grabs a duffel and throws some clothes and other essentials in while humming briskly to himself. Humming and smiling as he gazes at the photo on his dresser.

If a love song begins to play through the town

Then people get closer together

I'll definitely take you along with me to show you this radiance

The happy, smiling girl in the photo is quite lovely. With eyes of stunning blue and hair the color of raven feathers, she's smiling up at the young man sitting behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. A happy photo, and one that often sends him spiraling into teenage fantasy. He's fairly certain though, that her heart is for another.

Continuing to hum, he heads to the communal showers.

..........

While having an experience when your love didn't reach someone

It will get stronger even if it's painful for your heart

Geto sings softly as he exits the communal, having already finished for the day before Gojo. Mostly, because he didn't need to be lectured like his friend. He even took the time to remove his books from his backpack, and set them neatly on his desk to refer to later.

Walking over to his dresser, he grabs the bottle of cologne sitting on top and gives himself a quick spritz before taking a framed picture from on top, gazing at it for a moment.

Pretty blue eyes and black hair. She was in the process of jumping on his back in the picture, both of them laughing. A swirl of autumn leaves surround them. Gojo took that picture, he remembers.

He also remembers thinking that with someone like Gojo around, her heart can possibly never be his. With a sigh, he sets the picture back in its place and heads out the door.

.........

Gojo's steps falter as he approaches the tea shop. There she is, the beautiful jewel that causes his heart to squeeze painfully in his chest. She is with Geto. He has her in his arms, spinning her around as she laughs and laughs. Maybe he should just turn around. Surely they won't see him before he disappears into the crowd.

Too late, her eyes catch his. She waves and calls out to him and now he has no choice but to approach. The smile on Geto's face falters ever so slightly, before returning, and Gojo has a hard time understanding how his presence could possibly cause Geto to lose even the slightest bit of confidence. She doesn't belong to me, and she never will, he thinks as he moves to join them. Under his breath, he quietly hums.

Until I can become a man that suits you well

It's difficult when you seem like you won't turn around to face me