Bloom

Chapter 6

Haruka walked behind Yuji and Gojo, unnoticed. She listened into snippets of their conversation as she looked at the scenery.

"If you and Sukuna were to fight, who would win?" Yuji asked, looking at Gojo.

Gojo stopped walking, tuning to look at Yuji. "Well if he gained all 20 fingers... It might be a little tough." He said, crossing his arms.

Yuji stared at him and blinked, "But would you lose?" He asked.

Gojo smirked and shook his head.

"Nah, I'd win."

Haruka warily glanced at Gojo, "Not if Gege is the author of JJK..." She commented.

Yuji and Gojo both turned to look at Haruka, "Huh? Who's Gege?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, ok then!" Yuji said, starting to walk forward again.

Haruka increased her walking speed to catch up to Yuji, "Oh yeah, the principle here is probably gonna give you an exam or something..." She told him, "Make sure you have a decent answer ready." She advised.

Yuji smiled, "You're such a nice person Haruka!" He told her, earning a slight blush from Haruka.

"You're wrong... I'm not someone you should look up to... Get to know me better before you make assumptions like that!" She said, turning away to look at the scenery instead of Yuji.

Haruka noticed how the three of them were almost at the principle's office, "'Ight! I gotta leave to train or something! Bye Itadori, bye Sensei!" She said, already dashing away from the two.

...

Haruka wiped away her sweat with her towel as she returned back to her room from training, "Geez... Did I really have to run 10 kilometers for a warmup?" She muttered to herself, taking a sip of water.

Why'd I choose to wear a long sleeve too... It's not like anyone was even there.

Pulling out her phone and pressing Maki's number, Haruka texted her, "Thanks for giving me your training regimen!" She wrote, pressing send as she closed her phone.

She was about to open the door to her room when she saw Megumi walking around the corner, "MEMEME!!! Where are you going?" She asked, already walking next to him.

Megumi rubbed his temple, "I literally live next door... Where do you think?" He asked, still allowing Haruka to walk next to him.

"I dunno... To the cafeteria?" She asked, a blank smile on her face.

Sighing, Megumi gently flicked her forehead, "Yeah... Anyways, how's school going? You still out of 3rd grade levels?" He asked, watching as Haruka rubbed her forehead.

"Going pretty well, I'm at 5th grade now! And Gojo-Sensei said that I'm doing well at geometry, art, and science." She said proudly, flipping her hair to the side.

Just then, the aforementioned Gojo walked out of the room next to Megumi, with Yuji following close behind.

"You're next door?" Megumi asked, scratching the back of his head, "There's a bunch of empty rooms here though..." He said, walking forward to Yuji.

Haruka blankly stared at Megumi, "Wait... Those aren't just storage rooms? There's just an entire hallway of empty rooms without anything inside of them?" She asked, slightly clenching her fist.

"Well except for a bed or something... Yeah." Megumi said, being slightly concerned about Haruka's reaction.

Can't those funds be used for... Anything else? There's like...  8 students here...

Haruka looked up at Gojo, "Sensei! What's the word that's used for the system of government that revolves around the economics gained from the common people?" She asked, raising her hand.

Gojo tilted his head, "Be more specific." He asked.

"The really exploitive one that makes the rich richer, and the poor poorer!" She said, ignoring how Megumi was already rubbing his temple.

"Y'mean capitalism?"

Haruka lowered her hand, "Yeah, capitalism... I fucking hate it!" She said.

Meanwhile, Yuji was busy processing what just happened, the current version of Haruka not fitting in with his first impression. He shakily turned to look at Megumi, "So is she usually like this?" He asked, pointing at Haruka.

Megumi sighed as he nodded, "She was on good behavior when you two met so... But she's almost always like this if not worse..." He told him, pitying the poor man.

Haruka turned to look at Yuji and winked, "That's what I meant by get to know me before you decide anything on me! I may act prim and proper because of how I was raised, but I act like someone who's mentally 6 years old!" She told him in a cheery voice.

Megumi sighed (again), "Haruka there's no need to shoot him down. He just thought that you were a good person, that's not bad..." He told her, looking up to meet her eyes.

Gojo went between the two of them, "I think what Haruka's trying to say is that Yuji shouldn't make assumptions based on first impressions alone." He said, separating the two of them.

"You don't have to make it that complicated y'know." Megumi said, lightly hitting Haruka on the back.

Yuji froze in his tracks, "Wait... So Haruka's not used to receiving affection, doesn't want anyone to think of her in a good light, and becomes slightly hostile towards people who do show her affection... Did I get that right?" He asked, looking at Megumi for conformation.

"I mean... Yeah. How'd you know?" Megumi asked, curiously looking at Yuji.

Yuji sheepishly smiled, "So does that mean that Haruka's kind of a... Tsundere?" He asked.

Haruka tilted her head in confusion, "A what-dere?" She asked, her brow scrunched as she tried to understand what this 'tsundere' was.

Megumi and Gojo both froze, looking at Haruka and then at Yuji. Gojo walked over to Yuji and clasped both of his hands, "You're a genius." He told Yuji, nodding his head.

What the hell is a 'tsundere' and why are they screaming over it???

After the three calmed down, Gojo cleared his throat, "Anyways you three... We're gonna head out tomorrow!" He said clapping his hands together.

"And that's to get our... Drumroll please... 4th first year! We've reached a record high!" Gojo said happily, waving his hands in the air.

By then Megumi had already lost interest and was walking away, while Haruka had wandered into Yuji's room, while Yuji was trying to cover the posters in his rooms so that Haruka wouldn't see them.

"Kids these days..." Gojo said to no on in particular.