The first Student

Welcome to the Academy

Y/n turned to Mr. Masamichi Yaga >who picked her up at the train station in Tokyo two hours ago< in disbelief. Thanks to the terrible traffic, the driver, had taken forever to get to the Academy. Academy, she would still have to get used to that and all the other words. Just like the strange people who brought her here. But she knew she needed help. Just who she should get it from seemed more like a joke to her. The guy Yaga had just introduced her to was barely older than her and was wearing a strange white blindfold. "What kind of clown is that? He doesn't even see me, how is he supposed to help me?"

The blindfolded guy grinned, but didn't really look friendly. "Pretty cheeky, considering I could spit on your head."

Y/n looked at him perplexed. Somehow everything about the guy was a little too much. His legs were too long, he was probably almost two meters tall. The hair was too light, almost white. And the tone incredibly smug. "Huh? Does he see something?"

The light-haired young man now turned his head to Yaga. "I see enough. But most importantly, I don't see a single bit of cursed energy."

As if she had been waiting for a cue, she took his hand. He immediately tried to free himself. "Hey Darling, we haven't known each other long enough..."

Shortly after she silenced him, she felt it too. A strange feeling. She was never sure whether she liked it or not. No, actually she didn't like it. It didn't mean anything good when she felt that way. It was a bit like a drug high. Only it wasn't a drug. What she felt was the cursed energy that passed from her counterpart into her. And with this guy it was powerful cursed energy.

The light-haired young man seemed fascinated in an unpleasant way. "Then the old farts weren't lying after all. I wasn't sure if I should believe what they said."

"Old farts?", Yaga repeated, but y/n interrupted him. "Wow, he's strong."

Yaga nodded in confirmation. "Y/n, this is Saturo Gojo. He will be in charge of your training."

"That jumping jack, my teacher? He's barely older than me. This must be a bad joke," y/n ranted to herself while putting her things into the closets. Yaga had taken her to a kind of temple complex and assigned her a room at the very end of a ground-level corridor. She wondered if her father had done any research before sending her to these people. But maybe he had just seen an opportunity to finally get rid of her. After all, y/n had mostly caused him pain her entire life. Sighing, she fell backwards onto the mattress of her new bed. "Great. I'll probably just rot here."

And if she would, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The world of Jujutsu was no stranger to her, her father had told her a lot about it. But still, she belong here, just like she didn't belong to the normal world.

"I hope not. If that happens, you will have been my first and last student. However, I don't think so, I'm good with children", said a voice after the door to her room had opened. Y/n raised her head and saw Gojo on the threshold. „Eavesdropping is not appropriate."

"It wasn't my intention. I came to get you for dinner, so I couldn't help but hear you complaining." Somehow this guy was talking funny, just as exaggerated as he looked. Y/n didn't really feel like it, but she was hungry, so she got up and went with him.

"Oh and I'm not a child, Sir," she said firmly as the guy led her down the hallway to her room at the end. He grinned down at her. "But you're as big as one."

"Sir, I'm absolutely normal height. You're a bit too long," she replied annoyed, before pouting her lip. "There is probably no need for me to call you Sir. You're not that much older than me."

"Yes, you are a late bloomer. Actually, you should have already nearly completed your training," he explained and led her into a room that was near the exit gates of the temple. Y/n identified the room as the kitchen. She didn't answer Gojo's statement. She wasn't a late bloomer. She had actually always had her powers, which had always been a problem. But she didn't have to tell him that. So quietly went to a small dining table where everything was already set.

"Does everyone here get such special treatment?", she then asked as she sat down opposite him. Gojo's lips twitched, but then he remained silent.

"I'm just saying... I know there are several students per year. My father told me that," y/n explained. Gojo smiled as he put some of the food on her plate and then on his. "Dad's stories about the good old days. You definitely enjoyed them."

"Not really," she contradicted immediately and didn't touch the food at first. "It made clear to me that something was wrong with me."

Gojo tilted his head and looked at her. Well, at least she thought he was looking at her. She couldn't see his eyes, but he apparently saw through the blindfold. "So because you're different, you immediately think there's something wrong with you?"

"Yes... No... Well...", y/n stammered to herself. Gojo laughed. "That doesn't affect your ability to speak, does it?"

"You're... you're pretty rude," she said firmly, which only seemed to amuse him further. "You're not particularly polite either."

"You don't know me at all. I can be very polite when I want to," she grumbled. He grinned. "I can imagine it wonderfully."

Y/n didn't know if that was a compliment or a new insolence, so she didn't answer it and they ate in silence.

"It was decided that I look after you separately because it was feared that other students or teachers might perceive you as a threat," Gojo finally explained to her as he led her back to her room. Y/n shrugged, she hadn't been expecting anything else. But then her look became questioning. "You don't do that?"

"Finally you ask the right questions," Gojo laughed. Y/n shook her head. "You didn't tell me what I'm supposed to ask."

"This is my first time having this kind of fun too," he reminded her. "That's also why they put you on my radar. The old guys want to test me."

"What does this have to do with you? Have you done something?" Gojo shrugged. "When you, little thief, used my cursed energy, you discovered that I have a lot of it. And it is also strong, stronger than anything else."

"Humble," y/n nodded sarcastically as they reached her bedroom door. Gojo shook his head. "I don't have to be, just like you."

"Oh yeah?", y/n asked. He inclined his head meaningfully. "They didn't put us together for no reason. I think this is more of a little experiment. Which of us is stronger. Can you take away my strength, or..."

"You're not planning on killing me, are you?", she interrupted him. Gojo laughed. "Absolutely not. I'm more curious. I want to know what extent your power can reach if you learn to use it. You haven't yet?"

Y/n shook her head. Gojo now looked almost disappointed. "A shame."

"No, no! It was just... a bit much," she raised her hands placatingly. She didn't blame her father. He had always answered all her questions, never left her in the dark and never judged her. He just hadn't wanted to know about this power anymore. After all, he had given up his existence as a Sorcerer before y/n had been born.

"Still, you could have been brought to us earlier," Gojo stuck to his opinion. But then he remembered the here and now. "Now you're here. That means it's time for bed. I'll start your lessons promptly tomorrow at eight o'clock. You'll get your uniform and student ID card in the next few days."

True. Y/n hadn't noticed until now. But the dark pieces Gojo wore really didn't look like everyday clothes. She nodded and grinned. "Got it, Sir. See you tomorrow then."

"Sleep well and have sweet dreams," he said. This guy was so strange. But in a weird way, y/n had a good feeling about him. He was the first person ever to not react to her powers like a threat. Maybe that was because he was the strongest, as he said himself, he maybe knew that it wasn't always so easy to be understood.

Juju Stroll
"I can smelled that," Gojo's voice sounded from outside her open window. Y/n tried to somehow hide the burning cigarette in vain. "Get out you peeping Tom, I'm in my pajamas."
"Me too, you don't have to be embarrassed," the light-haired man was now standing directly in front of the window she was leaning out of and was putting his hands on his hips in a strict pose. "Stop inhaling cancer and go to sleep."