TWISTED CURSE [SATORU GOJO X OC]

The beginning

A/N : Amira Saora is an OC I created she's not an actual character, her picture above is drawn by myself 🌸
Her uniform design was inspired by channel 1995 spring ready to wear collection.

P.S. it's an experimental book, I haven't written romance before but I think I have decent enough practice in writing by now so I hope I live upto the expectations.💗

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Iife was always unpredictable, sometimes it was a blessing which lets you live your dearest dreams, life seemed beautiful, but most of the time it was a curse which showed you your most disgusting fears in broad daylight as if laughing at you while you can't fight back and the only option you have is to suffer through it. Blessing was like a light through cursed tunnel that gives you hope, it is what people live for, to feel that few moments of blessed happiness in a lifetime of given curse. Life was sadist.

Life was reality.

Blessing was an illusion.

Inorder to stay alive there needed to be a balance of both, in a world full of curses that hurts humanity there were us sorcerers who protected them, they didn't know it but we did because that was our job to protect the weak who couldn't protect themselves, even if it took our own life, but we chose to do this because we can, because it was our duty.

My duty began the day I joined Tokyo metropolitan jujutsu highschool, that is where it all started, I didn't know whether to call it a blessing or a curse, some parts of it I hoped never occurred which made me question if it was all worth it but there was also something....someone who made it worth fighting for. And this is the day it all began.

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"Amira?" The middle aged man called out to his daughter who seemed to have zoned out to somewhere else, "are you okay?"

"Of course I am." I answered honestly. My father accepted my answer with his signature kind smile,

"Come on, your mother's waiting, can't keep her waiting you know her tamper." He said before taking me out of our house, the house I grew up in, when we reached our car I turned back to take one last look at my home which I was going to say goodbye to for now.

"Is that all?" The woman asked to her husband who was organising all my luggage for the way ahead,

"What? You wanted more? Is this not enough?" My father said looking at the unnecessary bags,

"It's just some food for her. Don't take it out." My mother protested before he could even think of taking it out,

"God..Madhvi they won't starve her in school, she'll be able to get her own food whenever she wants."

"It's for the way to Tokyo in train." She stood her ground

"One whole bag worth of snacks?"

"And? She could share it with her friends at her new school!"