ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

At Jujutsu high

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They walked for a while, a comfortable silence enveloping them the first few minutes, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard through the cemented sidewalk.

But then, Makima realized something. It was something that she should've thought of earlier. She mentally reminded herself of the brief moment of imperfection she showed through her composure, and that it must be avoided next time.

"I didn't even get your name yet." She says nonchalantly, masking the fact that she forgot for a minute.

Satoru's lips twitch into a smile, but not quite looking like one yet. He was gonna prolong the teasing and enjoy himself, again. "I was wondering when you'd realize. I thought you were pretty sharp?" He asks, trying to ignore the grin creeping up his face

"It's Gojo Satoru."

And yes, his attempt was dulled as a joking grin flashed through his features. Makima wanted nothing more than to leave him and go on with her business, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. "If anyone says charm I'm gonna lose it."

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As they reach the school, Makima reads the sign with emboldened letters saying,

"Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College."

A lush green forest surrounded the campus. Filled with acres upon acres of training fields and target practices, storage areas for weapons and cursed tools, equipment, and anything else that a sorcerer-in-training would need.

The school that cultivates future Jujutsu sorcerers, a religious institution on its outside facade. Built upon decades, perhaps even centuries or millennia of history and complexity.

She examines the buildings, the surroundings, the architecture, before it finally lands once more on the emboldened words written in Kanji.

"Quite the... extensive name for a school."

Satoru smirks at the sugarcoated comment, yet coming from someone like her, it already sounds blunt enough.

"I'd like to think that nobody has the time to actually read that whole sign."

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[You see, this is the part where she passes Yaga's 'interview' with ease. What's someone to do with a cursed doll that runs on instinct and orders? Yep, that's right. Nothing.]

"Congratulations Miss Makima! You're gonna be a teacher here starting now!" Gojo exclaims excitedly, clearly giddy at the prospect of having a work partner. Though the way he makes it sound like he's denied attention from the rest of his colleagues.

Which was true, in a slightly amusing but also a slightly sad way.

"Huh..? I thought- you know what, nevermind." She says, already having resigned to her fate earlier on. Of course, coming prepared doesn't work much when you still get taken by surprise. "What... exactly just happened to me?"

The white-haired sorcerer decides it was due time for him to give Makima a tour around the campus. And by due time, I meant it was ten minutes, thirty seconds, and 4 milliseconds later.