Yuji's Sister.

Chapter 9

Long chapter ahead.

--Flashback--

On a day seemingly like any other, amidst the rhythmic fall of cherry blossom petals, Gojo Satoru discovered an affinity for mochi, sakura trees, and an unassuming park bench. The latter became his favorite haunt, particularly when the allure of springtime and its tranquil repose called to him. Today was such a day, carrying with it a breeze gentle enough to tease the senses, carrying the fresh tang of flowering blossoms and the promise of peace.

He carried with him a pack of strawberry mochi, his latest indulgence in the world of sweets – a passion he pursued with the dedication of a connoisseur. The bench awaited, unoccupied save for a solitary figure at its end: a cat as white as pristine snow with mesmerizing eyes, one blue and one gold, which carried the enchantment of dichromatic mystery.

"Hey there," Gojo greeted, with the easy charm of one accustomed to conversation, whether or not it was returned. He took a seat, leaving a respectful distance between him and the feline, "Mind if I join you?"

The cat regarded him with the kind of contemplation reserved for those weighing the worth of their company. Finding him not lacking, it simply continued to sit, poised and silent.

"I'm Gojo Satoru," he introduced himself, extending a hand as if to shake paws, "And you are?"

No answer came, but he hadn't expected one. The cat's mystique only broadened Gojo's smile.

"Well, you seem like a 'Cutie,' so Cutie it is," he decided, the name fitting as seamlessly as the serene setting around them.

Gojo opened the package of strawberry mochi, the sweet scent complementing the natural fragrances of the park. He picked one out and took a bite, allowing the chewy texture and burst of strawberry to fill his senses.

"Not a fan of small talk? That's alright; I can talk enough for the both of us," Gojo's voice was a playful draw, "You're in the presence of the great Gojo Satoru, The Strongest Jujutsu Sorsocer, so feel free to be awed."

The cat, now dubbed Cutie, watched him, unblinking, and Gojo chuckled softly at the silence. "Tough crowd," he quipped, and then, in a mock conspiratorial whisper, added, "But between you and me, I think the students are starting to suspect that I'm the best thing since reverse cursed techniques."

He offered a piece of mochi to Cutie, who sniffed the sticky treat before graciously partaking. "You have good taste," he complimented, observing her enjoyment.

"I come here to get away from it all, you know?" Gojo continued, his tone shifting to something a touch more introspective. "There's something about the simplicity of this place. It's... cleansing."

The cat blinked and gave a small tail wag, seemingly in agreement.

"You, too, huh?" Gojo hummed, a smile tugging at his lips.

As the shadows of the afternoon stretched longer and the park began to quiet, a taint crept into the edge of Gojo's awareness—a curse. It was low-grade, hardly a threat, but a nuisance nonetheless, and it required his attention.

Gojo was about to stand when Cutie gracefully rose to her feet, the embodiment of quiet authority. Her response to the curse—a nonchalant face-off that was uncanny—captured Gojo's interest.

The curse dissipated under Gojo's effortless manipulation, and he turned a teasing glance towards Cutie.

"Well, look at you. Are you sure you're just a cat? Not some retired curse user in disguise?" He offered an approving nod, "I'm impressed."

Returning to her previous spot on the bench, Cutie resumed her quiet vigil as Gojo shared his half of their newfound ritual.

"Cutie," Gojo said, humor coloring his tone, "you've got secrets. I can tell. But you know what? So do I."