As a new trainee teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High and under the guidance of the charismatic Satoru Gojo, I'm preparing for my career as a teacher. While my feelings for Gojo is heating up, the unexpected entry of Choso adds a twist to the emotional rol...
The massive wooden doors of the conference room swung open almost silently as a man, midnight-black hair and glasses, smoothly stepped into the room. His deep blue eyes released an unsettling aura, suggesting a subtle threat. With calm measured steps, he reached the head of the expansive table made out of thick, black wood, settling into a chair. A hush fell over the room, replacing the previous hum of muted conversations.
His piercing gaze scanned the room, revealing a mix of uncertainty, restlessness, and restrained fear among the attendees. The documents and reports before him seemed to take on a newfound significance under his intense scrutiny. A palpable air of authority enveloped the space as he claimed his seat, his posture exuding calm determination. The room itself seemed to shift, responding to the invisible force he brought with him. A presence that hinted at a dynamic shift in the impending meeting.
Anxiety-ridden glances were exchanged under the audience as the man casually flipped through the files. A brief glance and a subtle furrow of his brow turned the initial uncertainty into noticeable tension. Every gentle movement he made caused the participants to hold their breath, as if any attempt to exhale would lead to their execution.
After 20 minutes of unsettling silence, his unreadable voice broke the piled up tension in the meeting room.
"...Is that all?"
A shaky female voice replied, "Iwaya... that's really all we could find." Her gaze, however, knowingly avoided direct eye contact.
With a dim thud, the man closed the file, his eyes reviewing the room. Suddenly, a wave of relief washed over the attendees, audible in the collective exhale. A restrained, satisfied smile curved his lips.
"Tokyo, huh? ...always thought she hated this city."
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"Hnngg-g-g..." echoed as (y/n) slowly regained consciousness, grappling with the disorientation of her surroundings.
"Damn... I feel sick...really not good," her thoughts raced as she hastily sat up, taking in the dimly lit room.
Eyes darting around, searching for any sign of an exit or clue about her location, but the darkness held its secrets. Soft illumination seeped through large windows, hidden behind heavy curtain, the dust in the beams revealing a room that hadn't seen a cleaning in ages. A sudden wave of nausea hit her again as she spotted a strategically placed bucket, as if someone imagined this moment. Grasping the black plastic container, she expelled the contents of her stomach, the sound of her retching reverberating off the walls.
"Are you awake?" an unidentified voice echoed from the shadows as Choso emerged. (Y/n) emitted a startled sound, muttering, "...I remember..." before confronting him, "What and how did you do that with me!?"
"I poisoned you...," he stated objectively, "...with my blood. Once it enters my opponent's body, it starts to take effect."
"Right! He scraped me on the face," she remembered, her fingers brushing her injury too quckily.
"Ouch!" (y/n) flinched, squeezing her cheek in pain.
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"Does it hurt a lot?" Choso inquired distantly.
"What?! First, you attack me out of nowhere, the reasons for which I still don't know, then you kidnap me and now you act as if-" the rest of the sentence faded as (y/n) had to vomit again. Just in time, she grabbed the already well-filled black plastic bucket. After finishing, she lifted her face, breathing heavily and visibly embarrassed by the situation.
Choso observed her pitiful appearance and handed her a white cloth he had pulled out of his sleeve. "Here," he said distantly.
"Huh?" she looked perplexed at him.
"Your mouth is full of vomit. I thought you might want to wipe it away."
Embarrassed, unaware of her situation, she took the cloth with a slight nod.
"I didn't kidnap you," Choso tried to clarify as she wiped her mouth. (Y/n) paused and looked at him in disbelief, as if wondering if she had heard correctly.
"...not kidnapped? How else would you call it!?"
"I borrowed you."
"...what?"
Her incredulous gaze met Choso's dry look as a strange silence filled the shadowy room.
"...he can't mean that seriously," her expression marked by the absurdity of the words that had just come out of the cursed spirit's mouth.
"...he really does mean it!?"
The furrow on her forehead seemed carved in stone as she asked him to make sure, "Okay, so you 'borrowed' me? ...for what? ....and why?"
"I will return you in exchange for my brothers, who are still held captive in the Jujutsu High," he said through his visibly angry lips, looking away to break eye contact as he took a few steps back to create distance between them again.
"So...this is a hostage situation," she dryly stated, speaking to herself.
Choso's emotional state had visibly changed as he thought about his remaining beloved little brothers waiting alone in a dark, cold room, waiting to be rescued by their big brother. He bit the inside of his lip to control the boiling anger but when it came to his brothers, he was unwavering.
With threatening steps, he approached the dark wooden bed on which (y/n) sat. He squatted down to be at eye level with her, the wooden planks under his black boots squeaking. With a menacing voice, he spoke to her:
"I don't care what term you choose for this, be it kidnapping or hostage-taking. Your attempt to understand this situation matters little to me right now. If the injustice done to my brothers by you jujutsu sorcerers is not corrected, I will keep you here. Your freedom is in exchange for my efforts to fight for the freedom of those whose voices you silenced.
Your life may be at stake if my demands are not met. But only the freedom of my brothers guides my decisions. Call me a monster if it makes this situation more bearable for you. I gladly carry that label as long as it means me and my beloved brothers can be reunited, even if it costs your life.
You are not here because I take pleasure in your suffering but in an attempt to shake a world that closes its eyes to the suffering of my brothers, which sorcerers had caused.
Your fate is now intertwined with theirs, a truth you must learn to accept, even if you do not yet understand it. The world may judge me, assign me a place in hell, but I don't care, if it means freedom for my little brothers. The only thing that matters now is to release their innocent souls, that are trapped in the cold, dark walls of the academy. Their laughter and dreams were crushed by the cold world of you jujutsu sorcerers because you refused to grant them a right to live.
My brothers are the true hostages in this story...
I'm not telling you all this to evoke pity but for you to understand that your world could end here if my demands are not satisfied. The only truth that concerns you right now is that your life is in my hands until my brothers are freed... whatever it takes!"
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