𝗡𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

𝟬𝟲

tokyo, september 27 2005

what the fuck. literally, what the fuck. you looked down at your bed and stopped listening to all the background noise around you since you still hadn't grasped the situation at hand even though it was happening right now at this very moment. of course, this wasn't really your bed, and this wasn't really your room. but it was going to be as of today. "i really don't understand this. what the fuck is going on." you whispered a bit frustrated as you held your face in your hands.

meanwhile, satoru went through the things in your suitcase to see what you brought with you. "what's so hard to understand?" he asked, not getting your weird mood.

you removed your hands from on top of your face. "no, you don't get it. my mother didn't even buy me a happy meal at mcdonald's for my birthday after i was begging her for months and i was five at that time. i mean, who does that to a child?" you shared the traumatic memory with them and got a little bitter when you remembered it. you usually didn't share stuff like this, but you felt pretty vulnerable and confused right now. maybe also a bit hungry, to be honest. "like, what i am trying to say is that she's not a woman you can persuade, so what did this yaga dude do?"

the two guys looked at you a little worried. no idea where shoko was at the moment. she sometimes was away at different times since she was the only one among them who could use reversed cursed energy and in addition to that use it on other people, so she could be quite busy sometimes with healing people and stuff. "that sounds a little depressing." replied geto. "i'm not quite sure if it's the fact that your mom didn't buy you a happy meal or the fact that you wanted it so badly."

you sighed and would probably regret telling them so much about you later on. "i know, it's really pathetic, but i just wanted that little toy that came in it so bad because i never had toys to play with."

wow, it really can get worse than that? your friends didn't realize that you had such a rough childhood. "maybe they fucked or something?" satoru joked to lighten up the mood and sat down next to you on the bed.

you hummed and answered in a serious voice. "i thought about that too, but my father has been doing that for years and he's still very much at the bottom of the food chain."

geto tried to cover his laughter with a cough when he heard that. this was a serious conversation and you were very open with them right now so he couldn't ruin this even if you were really funny. "then isn't it better that you are here now instead of there?" he asked you, trying to cheer you up.

your face contorted a bit at that statement and you leaned back a little. "i don't know, i just - i don't really want to be a jujutsu sorcerer, if i'm being honest. i hate this whole world and tried to avoid it as much as i can but i guess i can not run away from my destiny forever, so i just have to get over it now that i am going to school for it." you shared your thoughts with them and it really felt good to say that out loud. "also, this yaga guy does not strike me as the kind of teacher whose lessons you can skip easily." you added. that was the real problem, since that was the way you barely even survived the last few years.