The Cursed Hearts | Gojo x OC | JJK

Chapter 1: Sorcery in Session

The Jujutsu High training grounds buzzed with activity as the sun cast its morning glow upon the dojo. The rhythmic sound of clashes and the echo of instructions filled the air.

Ishioka Hanako, the epitome of poise and precision, stood at the forefront of the training session, a commanding presence among her students.

The jujutsu sorcerers-in-training moved through a series of drills under Hanako's watchful gaze. Her sharp eyes assessed each movement, and her voice cut through the training ground with authoritative guidance.

"Focus your cursed energy! Precision is the key-remember that."

As the students diligently practiced their techniques, Hanako's stern demeanor hinted at a commitment to excellence.

Yet, beneath the surface, those who observed closely might catch the subtle signs of genuine care in her expressions-a flicker of approval for a well-executed move, a discreet nod of encouragement.

Among the students was Itadori Yuuji, whose infectious enthusiasm contrasted with Hanako's composed demeanor. As he attempted a particularly challenging technique, Hanako's attention zeroed in on him.

"Itadori, refine your stance. You're wasting energy. Precision, not recklessness."

The boy nods immediately as he then shouts,

"Yes, Ishioka-sensei!"

The exchange, a dance of mentorship and dedication, unfolded against the backdrop of the training ground. The air hummed with the energy of aspiring sorcerers pushing their limits, guided by the unwavering presence of their instructor.

And so, within the disciplined rhythm of the training session, the chapter unveiled itself-a canvas where characters honed their skills, relationships deepened, and lessons extended far beyond the shadows of the dojo.

The training session continued with a disciplined cadence, students engrossed in perfecting their techniques under Hanako's watchful eye. As the dojo resonated with the sounds of focused determination, a sudden disruption cut through the air

With a flourish of his signature crimson and black blindfold, Gojo Satoru made a grand entrance, as if the training grounds were his personal stage.
His presence alone carried an air of mischief that danced with the discipline of the dojo.

Hanako, mid-instruction, turned her gaze toward the entrance.

"Satoru, I hope you have a valid reason for interrupting my class."

Gojo, his grin undeterred, sauntered forward, a nonchalant swagger in his step.

"Come on, Hana~ I couldn't resist the temptation to witness the brilliance of your training firsthand. Besides, these future sorcerers need the occasional infusion of charisma, don't you think?"

A collective chuckle echoed among the students as Gojo's irreverent charm worked its magic. Hanako, however, shot him a reproachful look.

"Charisma won't save them from curses. If you're here, at least make yourself useful."

With an exaggerated salute, Gojo slid into the training area.

"Useful, you say? I'll have you know, I'm a master at providing moral support."

Hanako's stern expression softened slightly with a hint of exasperation, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar banter that defined their interactions. The training session, momentarily derailed, continued with Gojo's flamboyant presence adding an unexpected twist to the disciplined atmosphere.

And so, amid the clash of techniques and the banter of mentorship, the training grounds transformed into a canvas where the serious and the playful danced in harmony.

To be continued..