A melody unheard - Suguru Geto

A new beginning : 1

She leaned her head against the cool glass, her gaze fixated on the droplets of rain as they cascaded down the window. Each droplet seemed to race across the glass, leaving a temporary film in its wake before disappearing into the downpour.

The pitter-patter of raindrops on the windowpane echoed in her ears, like the steady beat of a soft drum, creating a soothing rhythm that made her feel tranquil and relaxed.

The soft hum of the engine provided a familiar drone, while the steady swish-swish of the windshield wipers cut through the silence with a soothing rhythm. The car's interior was comfortably warm, creating a stark contrast to the cold, blustery world outside. She found solace in the cozy embrace of the vehicle, feeling wrapped in a warm cocoon that shielded her from the harsh elements.

The car glided into the driveway, and her gaze darted from side to side, taking in the rain-soaked surroundings. Distorted by the downpour, the plants appeared as if drowning in the deluge, and the grass was reduced to a muddy expanse. Despite the school's imposing presence, the halls beyond the windows lay eerily empty, devoid of any signs of life.

The car came to a halt, its tires letting out a distinct squeak against the slick pavement. Y/N glanced over at the driver shyly, her gaze meeting theirs with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity.

"Thank you, sir," y/n whispered to the driver, pulling the hood of her raincoat up to shield herself from the downpour. The gravelly ground beneath her feet made muffled splashes with each step, causing her to pause briefly as she glanced down at the puddle she'd stepped in. She continued walking to the rear of the car, her boots leaving shallow imprints in the sodden ground.

with a soft click, the trunk popped open, revealing her luggage neatly packed inside the back. She reached in and grabbed the handle of her suitcase, the weight making her arm strain as she pulled it out. Letting out a small wince, she put the suitcase on the ground and clicked out the wheels, now able to roll it instead of lifting it.

She offered a brief wave to the driver as she turned and walked toward the main doors of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. This was where she would spend the next several years, a fact that caused a mixture of excitement and trepidation to well up inside her.

The rain continued its relentless onslaught, each droplet a chilly caress against her skin. The symphony of raindrops echoed with her footsteps, creating a soothing rhythm. The imposing doors of the school beckoned in front of her, offering a sanctuary from the cold downpour. Eager to escape the chill, her pace quickened, propelling her forward toward the promise of warmth and dryness.

She stepped through the door, her movements hesitant and slow. A deep "come in" echoed from the other side of the wooden door, followed by the sound of a pen being clicked on and off. Poking her head in, her eyes roved over the scene before her. The walls were painted a stark white, and the furniture was made of dark wood, exuding a professional aura.

Y/N set her suitcase down next to the door and closed it behind her before removing her trench coat's hood. She gingerly took a seat in the wooden chair in front of Yaga's desk, her movements hesitant and quiet.

Masamichi's gaze briefly flickered in Y/N's direction, taking in her anxious glances and her disheveled state. He observed her silently, mentally noting her timid demeanor and the way she fidgeted in the wooden chair.

"I heard about your situation," Masamichi spoke, his tone stern but tinged with a hint of sympathy. "I offer my condolences." He leaned back in his seat, his gaze continuing to study Y/N's actions closely.

"As you're aware," Masamichi continued, his voice firm. "I've called you here today to offer you a place at Jujutsu High. Here, we train young sorcerers in controlling and using their cursed energy. We provide facilities and resources to help you develop your skills and become a capable sorceress. Based on the fact that you've brought your belongings, I assume you have agreed to this proposal?"

"I'm going to need you to sign these forms," Masamichi said, passing her some papers that were stapled together. She reached into her pocket, retrieving a pen and silently filled in her signature in each of the required spaces.

Once Y/N had finished signing, Masamichi stood up and escorted her to the dorms. He stopped in front of a door at the end of the row, gesturing toward it.

"This is your dorm room," Masamichi said, gesturing toward the door at the end of the row. "Today, you can get settled in, and tomorrow, classes will begin." He paused, looking at her intently. "I encourage you to introduce yourself to the other students, as their dorms are right beside yours." With that, he turned and walked back toward his office.

Y/N strolled along the length of the spacious wooden veranda, the sound of the rain, though somewhat muffled, still persistent around her. Each step she took was gentled by the damp wood beneath her feet. As she passed by each dorm room, her curiosity got the better of her, and she stole glances through the windows, silently wondering about the mysteries that lay behind them.

As Y/N continued down the row, her gaze shifted to a particular room where she caught sight of a pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly out at her, as if they had sensed her presence. Feeling self-conscious, she hastened her steps, eager to escape the awkwardness of the moment. In a hurry, she quickly arrived at her own dorm, opening the door with a quiet click. Inside, her room was sparsely furnished, featuring plain grey walls, a single bed, and a modest set of drawers.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she set her damp suitcase down on the wooden floorboards and knelt at the drawers. Carefully opening it, she revealed a small collection of clothes, some folded neatly, while others had been haphazardly thrown in. She began to arrange the drawers, meticulously refolding each piece of clothing and placing them in neat stacks.

She picked up a frame, within it held a photograph of her younger self, surrounded by her parents, who were both smiling widely, an undeniable warmth radiating from their eyes. It was a portrait of family love, evident even in the motionless captured moment. Y/N looked at it for a few lingering moments, her expression tinged with nostalgia. The rain continued to fall against the roof, its sound muted now, but still present in the background, like a quiet whisper in the air.

She sighed quietly, beginning to remove her cold, damp clothing, unbuttoning her shirt and shedding her wet pants. The cool air in the room sent a shiver through her, the chilliness of her exposed skin making her shiver slightly. Openly the drawer, she drew out a pair of soft sweatpants and a large, oversized sweater. Quickly, she donned the fresh clothes, relishing the feeling of clean fabric against her skin. Her fingers found the hem of her hoodie, and she tugged at it, enjoying the cozy sensation.

She pulled back the covers of the single bed, and crawled underneath the cold sheets, shivering as the coolness of the fabric touched her skin to begin with. However, the warmth generated by her body heat began to spread, slowly enveloping her in a comforting embrace. With a soft sigh, she adjusted the pillow beneath her head, feeling her tiredness catching up with her, the steady rhythm of the rain outside acting as a soothing lullaby, lulling her into a deep and restful sleep.