𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜

01

THE THUNDEROUS SOUND of a ball against the glassy floor was the first thing heard upon you waking up. Eyes flitted open and you groaned at the burning sunlight that traced your pupils, creeping through the windowpanes. You rolled to your side, not wanting to get up. It had been such a good sleep too. But the voices were getting louder by the second. What a headache.

You pressed your palms against the cold metal of the bleachers and sat upright, suddenly greeted by the welcoming sight of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguro. Not.

They were currently all up on each other's faces in the middle of the court, bickering about God knows what. And where the hell was Shoko? She was gone from the proximity, leaving the responsibility all to you once again. Talk about messed up.

You sprung from the bleachers and made your way to the guys, who were still caught up in their little world. They were arguing about some survival of the weakest and moral obligation and whatnot. Blah, blah, blah. You did not care. What you did care about though? Yaga was going to give you another earful for letting these fools go wild at each other again.

They turned to you in synchronization. "Ah, sleeping beauty finally awakes," Gojo remarked.

"Morning," Geto added, nodding.

With that, they returned to their conversation, ignoring you entirely.

"Hey!" you barked. "Stop yapping already. Both of you."

Gojo snapped his fingers as if he had gotten a lightbulb moment. He looked at you, eyes glimmering behind the shades. "Got it! Let's ask [Name] her opinion of the weak here, since she's basically weak herself."

"Hah?! Call me that one more time and I'll kill you."

"Why don't you try?" The corner of his lips quirked up, only amused by your threat.

"No. This is my fight." Geto raised his arm, pushing you back. A curse was summoned, floating in a hurl of smoke behind him, the air growing in tension. "Why don't we take this outside, Satoru?"

Gojo being Gojo, took upon the challenge immediately, lowering his head to reveal his infamous blue eyes. "You feeling lonely? Go by yourself."

As they were sizing each other up and your patience meter was reaching its limit, the doors of the gym swiped open. Blood ran cold and your shoulders quake. No. The black jumpsuit and beard were sometimes the height of your nightmares. Yaga-Sensei. It was too late by now.

"How long are you going to keep fooling around?" he said, annoyed. Immediately, the two fools halted in their actions and pretended to be stretching. That was when Yaga's gaze landed on you. "[Surname]! Why did you not stop them?"

"Butbutbut-"

"No buts! Look at them! They're dimwits! What is so hard to control them?" He sighed and shook his head, ignoring Gojo's protests to being referred a dimwit. You wilted like a dried-up plant, bowing down in apology. Then you shot eye daggers at the pair, who only now seemed slightly ashamed of their doings. You brought your attention back on Yaga. He was scanning the rest of the empty building, even more annoyed by something else. "Where did Shoko go?"

"Who knows?" Gojo responded. "Bathroom maybe?"

"Whatever. This mission is assigned to you three anyway."

You raised your hand. "Can I switch with--"

"No."

You glanced over at Geto and Gojo, who looked just as done.

The three of you eventually followed the man out of the gym, listening to the details of the new mission. There were two objectives: The Star Plasma Vessel for Tengen, which you and your partners would have to escort and then erase her. It was necessary for the future of Jujutsu High, including barriers and security. Which was why there needed to be a new vessel every 500 years, so that his cursed technique could restart.