• • • You, a girl whose heart belongs to the worlds held within the pages of ancient books and the secrets whispered by long-forgotten artifacts. Your days are an enchanting dance between the past and the present, as you lose yourself in the tales of old and imagines the stories that each artifact might tell. Your love for the written word is not just a hobby; it's a passion that fuels your curiosity and unveils the magic hidden in every corner of your world.
You were browsing through a bustling antique shop, examining unique artifacts. As you reach for an ancient-looking trinket, you accidentally knock it over. Before you can react, a charismatic voice behind you says, "Careful there." You turn to find Gojo Satoru, the enigmatic sorcerer himself, amused by the situation. Unexpectedly, you find yourself unable to speak.
He was quite a striking figure, exuding an air of confidence and charisma. His sharp, vibrant eyes hold a glint of mischief, framed by long, white hair that flows effortlessly. His features are handsome and well-defined, and there's a perpetual smirk playing on his lips, adding to the enigmatic allure. Dressed in the distinctive Jujutsu High uniform, Gojo's presence commands attention, and his unconventional charm leaves a lasting impression. You couldn't help but lose yourself in his eyes, completely zoning out, as if everything and everyone had been put on mute.
His gaze glided across you, a subtle lift of his eyebrow hinting at curiosity. "Anything to share, hmm? What's your name?" The sorcerer's inquisitive look lingered. His voice broke through your momentary trance, prompting you to clear your throat. A smile played on your plump pink lips as you confidently replied, "I'm [𝐘/𝐍]. [𝐘/𝐍] [𝐋/𝐍]." Outwardly composed, you exuded an air of nonchalance, yet inside, you couldn't help but fangirl over the captivating sorcerer before you.
"[𝐘/𝐍] [𝐋/𝐍]..." he echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. Placing a hand on his chin, he regarded you with a knowing gaze. "You're not a sorcerer, are you?" he inquired bluntly. Your eyes widened ever so slightly, but you managed a nod. "How could you tell, sir?" you asked in a hushed tone, a hint of embarrassment about your non-sorcerer status. Satoru snickered, "I'm not that old! I'm still in Jujutsu High! So please, refer to me as Satoru," he continued, "but, it's common sense, dear [𝐘/𝐍]. Cursed energy emits from anyone who has it. It's quite simple, really."
"Wait, so anyone with cursed energy can just look at someone and know if they have it or not?" you questioned, a touch of apprehension marking your expression. Satoru acknowledged your concern with a casual nod, solidifying the reality of your unease. A groan escaped you - the realization that every individual with cursed energy could effortlessly discern your lack of it left you feeling vulnerable. This was undeniably embarrassing. Satoru, keenly observing your reaction, decided to offer some reassurance. "[𝐘/𝐍], not possessing even a trace of cursed energy is the least of your concerns. It's as normal as sunrise." His words carried a soothing rhythm, as if comforting you with the simplicity of being a non-sorcerer. Despite the initial awkwardness, his demeanor aimed to turn the situation into a whimsical exchange, leaving a subtle smile lingering on his lips.
His words offered a glimmer of reassurance, yet the disappointment lingered. With a soft sigh, Satoru placed his hand atop your shoulder. "Listen, [𝐘/𝐍]. If this bothers you so much, how about I take you to Yaga-Sensei? If you lack cursed energy, might as well teach you to handle some weapons, hmm?" he suggested, tilting his head slightly. Your eyes lit up, a spark of hope engulfing your entire being. Eagerly, you nodded, accepting his offer without a moment's hesitation.
A playful chuckle escaped Satoru. "I see you like the idea. Well then, let's get going, shall we?" His tone, laced with amusement, suggested an impending adventure, and you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of excitement. The prospect of learning to wield weapons under the guidance of Yaga-Sensei seemed to open a new chapter, and Satoru's charismatic demeanor hinted at a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns.
❝𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑.❞
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