"𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 "𝘠𝘦𝘴" 𝘰𝘳 "𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘧", 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 "𝘕𝘰"."
𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙖 ! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
➥ In which a 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 named y/n works as one of the 1s...
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Time, as always, marched on, and before you knew it, you were back in Tokyo for the exchange event with the Kyoto sister school.
Oh joy. Another "fun" day of dealing with cursed children—and even worse, Gojo's antics. Honestly, it was starting to feel like you had an unofficial, permanent VIP pass to these chaotic events. Could you cash out on that somehow?
You arrived just in time to hear Mai Zenin's voice cutting through the air like a chainsaw. "Is this a welcoming party? How disgusting," she sneered. Seriously? This girl wouldn't know a cheerful greeting if it slapped her in the face. She couldn't muster enthusiasm if it came with a prize. But that was classic Mai—always turning up with a side of contempt and a heaping scoop of drama.
Her twin, Maki Zenin, followed up with a look so contemptuous, it could've burned through concrete. If looks could kill, half the students in the room would be on the floor, twitching. No kidding, Maki's "I'm better than you" stare could reduce grown adults to puddles of self-doubt.
"Shut up. Hand over the souvenirs. All the sweets, noodles, and cookies from Kyoto," Nobara barked, her voice flat and unamused, like someone had just ruined her perfect plans for an afternoon nap. She wasn't having any of the Zenin drama and was definitely not in the mood to pretend she was excited for whatever half-baked greeting ceremony they had planned.
As the tension in the room rose like a kettle on the verge of boiling over, you knew it was time to step in before things escalated into full-blown war.
You entered with all the grace of someone who'd done this a thousand times. "Okay, okay, let's not fight amongst ourselves," you said, waving a hand dismissively as if you were herding stray cats. "Anyway, where's Satoru?" You gestured lazily at the empty spot where Gojo should've been by now. Not like his punctuality was anything to brag about.
Utahime shot you a look, and you could almost hear her internal groan. "He's late, though that's honestly not surprising. He said something about bringing a 'surprise,' but I bet it's just another one of his 'I'm a genius' entrances."
"As if that idiot would ever show up on time," she added, rolling her eyes with an exaggerated sigh.
You were just about to claim your spot on the sidelines when a very familiar sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. You didn't need to turn around to know what it was—that sound. The overly confident "Woohoo!" that could only belong to one man: Gojo. The walking chaos machine.
"Sorry for the wait!" he announced, marching in like the world was his personal stage. He was carrying a weirdly decorative box, adorned with what looked like—were those pink papermen? The man had zero chill.
"I see everyone's here! I was actually on a business trip overseas and I've got souvenirs for everyone!" Gojo's announcement echoed through the room, louder than it needed to be. It landed with all the grace of a lead balloon. Honestly, the room looked less than thrilled, but you were trying so hard not to laugh. It was impressive, how consistently unhelpful Gojo could be.
