Jujutsu High x Fem! Reader

Intro!

Hi!! This is my first proper published book (if I end up publishing it lol) and I hope you enjoy!

just a quick reminder if any of this has slipped your mind but:

y/n= your name

l/n= last name

n/n= nickname (if you don't have one feel free to make one up :D)

bsf/n= best friend's name

f/f= fav food (what's your fav food? mines lasagne)

f/c= fav colour

e/c= eye colour

h/c= hair colour

also! this book is mainly for fem readers, but I will keep pronouns gender neutral!

The first memory you had was of loneliness. Of darkness, and of the cold touch that being alone left you with. When you were very young, your parents had left, or died, you didn't even know that. All you knew was that the most reliable person in this world was yourself, as others left you battered and bruised both on the inside and out. The soft, warm touch of another felt almost alien, yet you craved it. The orphanage you lived your life within never offered that warmth, instead its halls sending a further chill down your spine. Crying babies and strict and stern faces peering down at them was a familiar sight. The nuns that raised you all were reserved and rather old, and even though they had a soft spot for you, never being adopted in the 16 years you spent there, still their faces never revealed it.

It wasn't the nuns who really scared you though, it was the manager who did. The poor old women were just doing there duties, trying their best not to grow emotionally attached to the children they raised by keeping them at arm's length. The manager however was a mean, middle aged man who took the most pleasure out of the torment of children. Since you had been the youngest, you had faced him the most and knew that one misdeed, and one misdoing would leave you locked in the basement, in the pitch black, after a good beating. You would lie there for a week at a time, fed only scraps and stale bread as you relied on your ears to guide you, wary of the scuttling of rats.

Although, it's not like it was like this all the time- only in the beginning. The manager was a much meaner man, who only had a few children to look after, all by himself. Now that the orphanage was bigger, had a bigger funding, and a bigger staff, punishments like that were few and far between. You tried your best to shield the younger children from treatment like that by often taking their place, like when someone broke a vase and wouldn't own up, you took the brunt of the punishment whilst the children would remain safe. You healed quickly you knew that, if you thought about it real hard, then the spot that hurt the most would slowly stop hurting before any injury had completely disappeared. It was weird, you knew that, but put it down to having adapted to the beatings due to how common they were as a child.

The children absolutely adored you though, you were like the big sister non of them had. You thought that since you didn't have a happy upbringing showered in love, they should at least be given the option. Its not like you were any more open to them than the nuns, you were just closer in age, actually listened to them, and told amazing stories. Usually the stories you told were of mysterious creatures you remembered from dreams you had when you were little. At least at the time they didn't feel like dreams. The memories you had of searching throughout the old orphanage looking for the twisted creatures was a fun game for you, like your own imaginary friends except they weren't friends per say.

Some were huge and gentle, reminding you of animals like elephants due to their nature, not really paying attention to you as they roamed the attic. Some were scary and quick, like little gremlins that would sometimes attack you in the dark until you kicked them away scared. Now that you moved to the new orphanage you rarely saw any of these imaginary beasts roaming about, and when you did you put it down to imagination, though these sightings made for good monsters to add to your stories, building up tales around the ones you could remember from your childhood dreams.