Cursed Love (Satoru Gojo Fanfic)

Cursed Love (Chapter 1)

            I took a deep breath as I kept my arms crossed, briefly closing my eyes the moment a cool breeze swept through the track field, brushing gently through my dark waves. It was an ordinary day, sunny and hot, indicating that summer would be soon approaching. No missions, no exorcising, just a regular day as a regular Jujutsu High teacher. As ordinary as that could be. Reopening my eyes, I focused my gaze on my second-year students as they continued to grunt and swing, continuing their daily training over the track field.

"Izaki-san?" Ijichi's frail voice called out from behind me. Briefly glancing over my shoulder, I noticed the auxiliary manager bow apologetically. "Gojo-san is requesting your presence."

"Is that so?" I fought back my smirk at the mention of his name. "You know, Ijichi, you don't have to play the servant part so well for him. Otherwise, you should start charging for your services."

The man tensed as he immediately became defensive, "It—It's not like that!"

I uncrossed my arms and waved him off nonchalantly as I finally turned my back to the track field.

"This better be good. Otherwise, he's taking precious training time away from my students." I muttered, before raising an arm, and began walking up the steps. "Keep up the great work!" I raised my voice, my words directed toward my students. "I'll be stepping away momentarily, but if you're not physically exhausted by the time I get back, you'll all have to answer to me in combat."

My students froze as I finally glanced back over my shoulder, giving them a devilish smirk.

"Y—Yes, Sensei!" They stammered in unison, before I finally disappeared.

~

My heeled boots echoed through the dark and vacant hallway leading down toward the morgue.

"Akahana-chan!" Gojo's cheery voice suddenly greeted as he threw himself forward and instantly snatching me up in his arms. My cheeks immediately flushed as I stiffened under his hold. Satoru Gojo was two years older than me, and once upon a time, he was my upperclassman when we both attended Jujutsu High together, well over a decade ago. Now a days, he was simply a coworker, as we both ended up becoming teachers in the same high school we attended.

"Put me down," I grumbled.

"So, mean," Gojo pouted as he finally put me down.

"Me? Never," I scoffed with a roll of my eyes as I smiled and adjusted my skirt. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"You're right," he smiled gently, his expression suddenly becoming glum the moment Ijichi cleared his throat at our side. My eyes flickered over to the white sheet behind him as my smile faded.

"What's going on?"

"That's something I'd like to know as well," Gojo's tone became stern as he finally turned to Ijichi. He stuffed his hands into his pockets before turning his back to us and making his way closer to the body laid out on the table. Gojo paused briefly as if waiting for me to follow. Taking the hint, I strode over to his side before he finally took a seat on the nearest gurney and patted the spot next to him. Sighing heavily, I sat at his side before he spoke again.

"I want to know everything," he began sternly the moment the frail man drew closer. "In your exact words, Ijichi."

"I warned them," the auxiliary manager spoke up. "If you encounter a curse, your choices are to either run or die. I warned them that fighting was absolutely not an option."