The first Student

Bellyaches

Only a week later, y/n had dealt with the incident with Oni well. Of course it had a bitter aftertaste. But it was the case that, with enough time, grass actually grew over a lot of things.

Since her talk with Shoko, her relationship with Gojo had been a bit more distant. But not from her side. He was acting strange. He spoke only little to her. When he said something it sounded matter-of-fact and he was always looking at her in a weird way.

"Can you stop doing that," she finally snapped, after enduring his questioning looks for several days now. The two were searching for a refreshment after being out in Tokyo all day. After all, it seemed as if the number of curses was slowly decreasing.

"The you stop neglecting talking to me", he replied flippantly. Y/n sighed. She knew what he was implying, but she played dumb. "I'm talking to you right now."

"You know exactly..." she interrupted him by pushing him angrily into a small snack bar. "Just let it go. You'd better find something to eat."

That's what he did, but he looked like he was about to explode. Because y/n was slowly realizing that Gojo was pretty serious, she pulled herself together. As they sat down with their meal, she quickly spoke up. "Oni slept with someone else."

"Excuse you?", Gojo coughed up a mouthful of noodles. "I'm going to spank this little shit's ass. What did I tell you? The name says it all."

"Chill," y/n firmly grabbed Gojo's hand in which he was aggressively holding his chopsticks. He looked like he wanted to stab someone with the eating tool. "But you were devastated. You didn't eat for two days and laid in bed terribly lovesick."

"Lovesick?", y/n repeated. Then she started laughing. She laughed so hard that she had to put her hand over her mouth so as not to disturb the other guests. Gojo didn't understand what had gotten into her. "Are you completely out of your mind now?"

"No, no, no. It's okay," y/n chuckled a little more, before she had calmed down again. "It's just... I didn't love the guy. No. That's nonsense."

"Oh, is that so? Then what got you so upset?", Gojo had completely focused on the question. But y/n didn't want to answer anymore. "Doesn't matter. It's okay again. Why do you want to know this so badly?

Gojo energetically leaned over the table between them. "Because the last time someone stopped talking to me..."

"What was then?", now it was y/n who asked. And when Gojo didn't answer her, she almost started laughing again. "You have to realize that it doesn't work that way. I'm supposed to talk, but you never tell me anything."

"This is something completely different. I'm responsible for you, I need to know. You don't have to take care of me," Gojo corrected her, his voice dripping with smugness. Y/n promptly shook her head. "I think it's something different. Something that has nothing to do with me. I think someone has really stopped talking to you. And that affected you so much, that your alarm bells immediately went on whenever something reminds you of it. If I'd have to guess, I would say it was this Suguru Geto guy."

Gojo was silent for a moment, then things got really ugly. "It's best if you just don't say anything anymore."

"Oh, now I should be quiet? The fuck I won't," y/n snapped at him. The eyebrows twitched warningly under Gojo's blindfold. "You will absolutely do what I say. I am your teacher."

"Exactly, you're my fucking teacher, so I'll keep my private stuff to myself and you can keep yours to yourself," now she'd finally had enough. She stood up decisively. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Do you want to go cry in the little girl's room now?", he always had to have the last word. She was about to go for his throat. "Fuck you."

Then she walked briskly away to the toilets. Even as she washed her hands afterwards, she snorted angrily. But then she suddenly jumped. "Ouch!"

Startled, she put her hand on her stomach. A sharp pain had shot through her abdomen. "Not now!"

She quickly went back into the toilet cubicle. She pulled down her pants and discovered a small blood stain in her underwear. "Great..."

Now she had to go shopping too. She put a few sheets of toilet paper in her panties as a makeshift. Her stomach was still cramping, which was uncomfortable, but at least now she knew what it was. Or so she thought...

But when she woke up a week and a half later, she knew that something was wrong inside of her. She was still half asleep when she felt the warm moisture beneath her blanket. She scrambled out of bed, irritated. When she knocked the varnish aside, she almost had a heart attack. A dark red pool of blood >bigger than her own upper body< stood out clearly against the white bed cover.

"Oh, holy shit!," y/n felt herself getting sick. She slowly looked down at herself, she didn't actually want to look there. But her head moved without her doing anything.

Her thighs were also all sticky with blood. What happened to her? Somehow she managed to grab her phone, even though her hands were shaking like crazy. It took her several attempts to hit the right keys. But at some point she dialed successfully and pressed the mobile phone to her ear.

"Shoko!" she breathed as she answered. "I need... something's wrong..."

"What?", Shoko sounded sleepy. "Y/n, I barely understand you."

"I need help," y/n said as calmly as possible. Shoko still didn't seem to understand her. "What? Y/n, what's wrong?"

"Shoko, I'm bleeding..." Then her room began to blur in front of her eyes. Everything was spinning, she could no longer feel her body. Somehow her perspective tilted. Shortly afterwards her skull hit the hard floor with a crash and everything went black .

Juju Stroll
"Why did she call you? My room is less than two minutes away from her's!", Satoru complained. Shoko just rolled her eyes. "I can think of a few reasons."