Three words I couldn't say

Part 1 - tragedy

I thought I knew how cruel the Jujutsu world was.

I thought I was prepared.

But the sight of my parent's stiff and cold bodies made everything crumble down.

I thought I already knew this could happen at any time.

I thought my parents got me well prepared if something like this happened.

I thought I was strong.

"Aiko-chan." A woman tapped my shoulder. "Let's get you in your room? We'll process everything so you don't have to worry. Your parents already prepared everything in case they die."

Those comforting words were anything but comforting to me.

"They really love you, Aiko-chan."

I know.

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"For now, you will live here, Aiko-san." A male manager whose face I couldn't see led the way. More like, I chose not to see. "This is the Jujutsu High. Since you already had prior lessons, you'll immediately start as a first-year even if you're 2 years early. This year, we have three others so you'll be joining them."

"Are rooms provided?"

"Yes. We're currently on our way there, Aiko-san."

"What about food?"

"For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it will be served in the cafeteria. But of course, there's the option of cooking for yourself, if you want. Or eating outside." The manager paused as the building came into view. "But the rest will be told to you by your instructor. For now, this is as far as I can take you, Aiko-san."

Still not bothering to look at his face, I bowed my head. "Thank you."

I continued the walk on my own.

"Welcome to Tokyo, Aiko." A big man in front waited for me at the stairs. "I am Masamichi Yaga. I will be your teacher." He stood up. "I know you're still mourning for your parents so I'll give you some time before you can attend your classes. I-

"It's fine. I can attend the classes tomorrow." I softly spoke. "As a sorcerer, dealing with death is one of the many things my parents taught me." I smiled and finally looked at his face.

"I'm fine."

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"I'm Aiko Sasaki. Nice to meet you. You can just call me Aiko." I smiled the best I could but the best was just a small polite smile.

In front of me were my supposed classmates.

Shoko Ieri. Geto Suguru. And a somewhat familiar face, Gojo Satoru.

They were all smiling and actually listened to my introduction. All but one.

"Neh~ Why are you here?"

"Satoru!!" Geto-san scolded.

"What? I'm just curious." He pouted and looked out the window.

"I'm sorry, Sasaki-san. Satoru's just being a jerk right now." Geto-san consoled me.

Though it wasn't really necessary. "It's fine." I looked at Gojo even if he was not looking. "And I'm here because my parents died in duty."

Satoru looked at me through his tinted glasses and a stoic expression. As though he felt guilty, when in reality, Geto-san signalled him, and he apologised. "I'm sorry."

"Its fine, Geto-san. I really don't want his apology."

I barely remember the time I spent with him as a kid. But there were times when my parents would tell me he used to be my playmate.

Seems like he grew up to be quite the jerk.

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