Sickly Love - Yandere JJK x fem!Y/N

9 - Uniform

The grand buildings of Jujutsu Tech stood tall and imposing as Y/N followed Suguru down the cobblestone path that led to the campus. The sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Suguru's easygoing demeanor made the tour feel less intimidating, and Y/N found herself relaxing despite the weight of what lay ahead.

"This is the main hall," Suguru said, gesturing to a grand building with intricate carvings on its facade. "We have most of our classes here. You'll get used to the layout soon enough."

Y/N nodded, trying to absorb everything at once. "It's really beautiful here."

Suguru smiled. "It is. Speaking of which, it's time to meet the principal."

They walked into the main hall, heading towards Yaga's office. The corridors seemed endless as the continued to walk. As they approached the door marked "Principal Yaga," Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken. Suguru knocked lightly and opened the door.

"Come in," Yaga's deep voice called out.

Suguru and Y/N entered the room, and Yaga looked up from his desk, his eyes scrutinizing Y/N. "So, you're the new student."

Y/N nodded, trying to muster confidence. "Yes, sir."

Yaga leaned back in his chair. "Before you can officially join Jujutsu Tech, you need to pass a test."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "What kind of test?"

Before Yaga could answer, the door swung open, and Satoru Gojo strolled in, his usual nonchalant expression in place. He glanced at Yaga, then at Y/N, and a flicker of something passed through his eyes.

Yaga folded his arms. "You need to fight him."

Y/N's heart sank. She was angry with Satoru for various reasons, and the idea of fighting him was daunting. On the other hand, Satoru's eyes softened momentarily, showing reluctance.

"Yaga, is this really necessary?" Satoru asked, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

Yaga's expression remained stern. "Yes, it is. She needs to prove her capability."

Y/N cracked her neck. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

-

They moved to a training area, the space wide and open, perfect for a duel. Y/N faced Satoru, who looked at her with a mix of concern and reluctance. She could feel her anger bubbling up, but she pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand.

"Ready?" Yaga's voice echoed in the training hall.

Y/N nodded, taking a defensive stance. Satoru sighed, assuming his own stance but clearly holding back.

The fight began, and Y/N charged forward, her movements swift but controlled. Satoru deflected her attacks, his eyes watching her every move. He was clearly not giving his all, and it frustrated Y/N even more.

"Stop holding back!" she snapped, finally landing a hit on his side.

Satoru continued dodged her attacks, despite her anger.

Y/N's frustration boiled over, and she increased the intensity of her attacks. Satoru continued to deflect and dodge, never once attempting to strike back. After a few minutes, Yaga called out, "Enough!"

Y/N stepped back, breathing heavily, her eyes burning with frustration and anger. Satoru looked at her, his expression unreadable.

"Your uniform will be ready soon, Y/N," Yaga said. "You can leave now."

Y/N hesitated, glancing at Satoru before turning and walking out of the training area. As soon as she was gone, Yaga turned to Satoru, his expression stern.