Nothing Special

Disciplinary Pit!

You bit at your thumb when you got the letter.

Because your family was old fashioned, of course you were getting a letter instead of a simple text message or an email. Maybe if they were modern enough to do that, you wouldn't have a one day notice on the day you were summoned to the estate.

Satoru got to the mail first and opened it. If you weren't right next to him, close enough to read who it was, or recognize the envelope they always sent their letters in, he would've thrown it out subtly, not letting you know that this ever came your way.

If the Zenin's asked, he'd say it probably got lost in the Heian era.

"You're really going to go?" Satoru asked, leaning back in his chair. "You know they're just going to torture you with pleasing Naoya's every whimsical demand and try to set you up with disgusting old men, right?"

"Of course I know that," you huffed. "But, if I don't go, they'll find a way to torture me even more because I didn't meet the demands of Naoya's very simple; come and plan my birthday party."

"What is he, a five year old?" Satoru rolled his eyes. "Even Megumi doesn't ask for birthday parties."

"You do," you looked at him, pointedly.

"Yeah, well," he puffed out his chest. "I deserve them."

You grinned, too muddled up with your situation within your family to deny him that claim. And truthfully, he was right. "Yeah, you do."

"No, he doesn't," Megumi barged in, dropping papers on the kitchen table, right in front of Satoru. It looked like math.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at him. "You're insulting me, and then demanding my help for math? No way."

Megumi rolled his eyes. "I knew you couldn't help me with this." He turned to you. "Can you call Nanam"-

"I'll help!"

You laughed loudly at how easily Satoru was swayed.

Planning was not going the way you believed it would go.

You tried to be quiet, stay in the background, avoid any conversations about potential suitors.

But it seemed as though Naoya had spread the word of you taking care of Gojo's daughter.

You hated him more with every interaction.

You got every type of lecture and stare. The judgemental one from your uncles, eyeing you, wondering if Satoru had tainted you yet (he had, but they didn't need to know that). There were the talks from the aunts, who somehow found a way to switch every conversation topic about you and your mysterious relationship with the Gojo boy.

He's beautiful, but you cannot be allured by his charms.

No Zenin can be permitted to marry a Gojo.

Oh, school is going well, is it? Well, I can't imagine it continuing that way if you spend so much time babysitting an unmarriable mans' children.

You were sick of it.

When your father called you into his study, however, that was worse. You would much rather the words of the aunts and the stares of the uncles. You would much rather the gossiping of the cousins and the maids.

You would much rather everything else over going to see your father.

You took a deep breath in front of his door, before the maid slid open the door for you. Your heart dropped at the sight before you. Not just your father, but Ogi Zenin and Naoji Zenin. The two worst people you could see with your father.

Because this always meant one thing.

"I didn't do anything!" You screeched, clawing at Naoji's wrist, as he pulled you by the hair towards the disciplinary pit. Your screeching turned into a scream when you felt the kick of someone to your back.

"You would do well to learn how to properly discipline her." You seethed as you recognized the voice; your uncle. "Your father will never do it after all."

You were ordered to sit across from your father. He seemed disinterested, especially compared to your uncle and eldest brother. But there was an air in the room that made you know otherwise. Despite seeming uninvolved, your father was the most contemplative one in the room right now.

"Explain yourself."

Two simple words, not very long of a sentence.

You felt shivers go up your spine, though.

"I have nothing to explain," you said, knowing it was defiant. You didn't need to look at their faces to know their expressions. Your brother was frowning, Ogi raised a brow at your behaviour, and your father still seemed relaxed.

Your eyes looked up briefly to confirm your guesses.

"Gojo Satoru and I have known each other since we were children. But since I've joined jujutsu tech, we've been bound to interact often. I know this is disgraceful, but he's helped me on many occasions... even saved my life. So I believe that I've done no wrong when I've helped him take care of his children from time to time. Nanami and Shoko help him as well. It's not as if I'm the only one who's taken on that role"-

You were interrupted by your fathers' yawn.

"This is boring," he waved you off. You looked up at him, with wide eyes. No. No way was he going to do this to you. He got up, grabbing his flask and taking a swig of it. "And shouldn't concern me. I'll see you at the party, Y/N."

As he left, and the servant shut the door, all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

No.

This meant-

"Disciplinary pit," Ogi said, finishing your thought. He was stricter with you than your own father. And more often than not, Naobito permitted it. "Now."

As Naoji pulled you ahead by the hair, meeting no resistance from your part, Ogi followed and went on about how much disgrace you would bring onto the family if you decided to fall for the charms of Gojo Satoru. Of how you would be throwing away all of your family history. He called you a slut for acting like Gojo's wife, when you should be pursuing better men in the family, actually become of some use.

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your composure.

Before you were thrown in, Ogi placed a blindfold over your eyes while Naoji tied your hands behind your back. You bit your tongue, because if you said anything else, they would try to keep you in that horrifying place for longer.

"They're just grade 2," you whispered to yourself, as you were pushed inside.

"As if you can handle that," Naoji whispered into your ear harshly, before shoving you down the stairs.

You stumbled down, horrified by your lack of awareness to your surroundings. You weren't Gojo. You couldn't tell what was around you based on your reading of its cursed energy.

You could feel the presence of the curses around you though.

And even if they were weak, you felt terrified.

"Please, don't leave me here, please, Naoji, please!" You screeched loudly, kicking your feet as your brother carried you down the stairs.

He threw you in a corner. So the curses could corner you? It was like he got more evil by the day.

You wanted to scream for Toji, but you knew that would just get you into more trouble.

You felt curses crawl up your skin, and you tried to move your hands to claw at them but you were stuck. They went up your back, down your shirt. They had a grip on your neck, making you gasp for air. You curled into a ball. You wanted out.

"Someone help me," you called out, desperately. It was barely a whisper, with the curse choking you out.