The first Student

Those Eyes

They spent the next few weeks training even harder. It was just like Gojo had said. Y/n just had no choice. She had to learn to control her powers, otherwise she would be helpless and in the worst case scenario someone would control her powers for her.

Over time >with each new defeated curse < y/n had found that each cursed energy she absorbed felt different. And what felt best was Gojo's energy. It was pure, bright and incredibly strong. The two of them got along better with each passing day anyway, of course they spent every day together. Y/n had the feeling that she had found a really good friend in Gojo, even if he was of course still her mentor, which he often made her feel. However, they also did things that normal friends would do together. Like tonight, for example, even if y/n didn't know where they were going. But Gojo had told her to get ready and promised her that it had nothing to do with curses. And at least today he should stick to it. They hadn't talked about it, but she suspected that he knew it was her birthday. She was now eighteen years old.

So she waited for him while he was still busy in the bathroom. She had stereotypically expected that it would take her longer to get ready. On the other hand, unsurprisingly, Saturo Gojo was a vain prick.

While she waited, she didn't miss the opportunity to look around his room. It was basically set up like hers, with a bed and cupboards, but was located in a wing of the temple away from the student rooms.

There wasn't really much to see. Y/n wondered if he really lived here. After all, he had finished with his training. On the other hand, he worked here every day. She realized that even though she had known him for almost two months now, she didn't actually know anything about him. Gojo was quite trusting, had no fear of contact, but kept a low profile.

She quickly opened some drawers. She mainly found clothes in there. Eventually she made an interesting discovery. In one of the smallest drawers of a wooden chest of drawers, she found all kinds of odds and ends, including a few photos. Y/n guessed that they were from Gojo's school days. Everyone in the pictures was wearing the same type of uniform that y/n was now wearing. She spotted a girl with brown hair and a cigarette in her mouth. Was that Shoko? Gojo had mentioned the name when y/n had started smoking in the Café. Besides, someone else caught her eye. A young man with black hair, mostly tied back. He was in most of the pictures. Also together with Gojo. They seemed very close. Y/n whistled appreciatively. The dark-haired guy was damn handsome, she had to say that.

"Got you, little snooper." Y/n hadn't even noticed Gojo coming out of the bathroom. She looked at him somewhat guiltily. But he simply grabbed the pictures and put them back in the drawer, from which y/n had taken them, without further comment.

"Who's the one with the long black hair?", she still couldn't help but ask. Gojo didn't answer her directly, he was busy fiddling with his outfit. He was wearing suit pants and a light blue shirt, top two buttons of his top were undone. Instead of the blindfold, he wore dark sunglasses today. "His name is Suguru Geto."

"He's damn pretty," y/n blurted out and the statement made Gojo jump strangely. "Tough luck. He disappeared many years ago."

"Disappeared?," y/n repeated. But somehow she already knew that Gojo wouldn't respond to that. So she asked something else. "Are the photos from your school days? Were those your friends?"

"Mhm," he said briefly, then he grabbed his jacket that was lying on the bed and went to the door of his room. "Come on now. We're already late anyway. We'll probably not find a place anywhere."

"Late? But that's not my fault!", she threw her hands in the air in disbelief, but then quickly followed him because he was really trying to leave without her.

"What are we doing here?" Y/n examined the bar, which Gojo had stopped in front of, after a few minutes of train ride and walk. "What do you normally do at locals like this?"