𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓. . . // female gojo reader.

16. somebodys watching me.

It was a rainy day at the jujutsu high classroom, the windows shut to prevent rain from entering the rooms — a storm today, the forecast said. It had been a terrible terrible week since many people died during a failed mission, they were going to send another jujutsu sorcerer in place.

"You have a stalker?" Shoko's voice brings Y/N back from her active mind, busy with thoughts and that good delicious ice cream she had on a stick, fingers holding it from spilling which failed as it was already dripping down her fingers.

her cerulean eyes then flickered up to meet shoko's brown ones, a subtle grim look on her face before she nods. "Yeah, have one all these years." She shrugged — uncaring of the whole situation all together.

But she adverted her gaze to Suguru who stares at her with a deadpanned expression, he's more in disbelief then anything honestly. "It's a big thing to have a stalker, you shouldn't take this lightly. Who knows what kind of danger this stalker can bring?" He says, a bit stern only because he was worried about his friends safety.

"Nah, he's far by too weak to do shit. Trust me on this, I've met the guy." Suguru and Shoko stared at her but they just fogged out as a certain memory came to mind.

It's 1999, a normal saturday for any life given person; they were all very well engrossed in their lives to pay attention to the fact an assassination was about to be attempted. At least that's what they thought before the building shock with he sheer gaze of the 9 year old white haired girl, cerulean eyes so intense with the gaze it scared of curse users.

She then began with her walking again, brows furrowed and a scoff left her lips. "Don't look at me, you weaklings." She says. Arrogance laced in every single word she had said, She had escaped the Gojo estate once more because it was boring her — nothing fun happened, it was always training and more training. It's annoying, she was just nine years of age and already knew how to read, write, how to do calligraphy, and even language learning, and spelling was a piece of cake for her. Her penmanship was as good as a late adult, no mistakes ( that's why her rubbers are never used. ) she was a bright child, already mastering blue but never using it to its full potential.

She came across a black haired man who seemed  to have smiled at the sight of her, his purple eyes glint with the hint of an unreadable look but he definitely screamed danger. She merely raised a brow; eyeing his attire which she was familiar with. "You're in my way." She says, coolly and calmly. The man doesn't bother to move the side — a small grin break out on his lips, he doesn't reply besides from moving to the side to make space for her. She decides to make a move and begin to walk with her before she stopped, realizing something.

"This isn't the first time we've met, I can recognize that joke of a curse energy anywhere." Y/N says — looking at him from behind her shoulder, she then faces him. "You're following me aren't you?" Confident in her answer, she doesn't bother to correct it. "Why yes, we certainly have met before." He says — a bit rusty in Japanese but he's trying.

Y/N's cerulean irises darkened and then her brows furrowed, a scoff leaving her lips. "You selling those pictures or what?" After that, it was just a foggy memory.

There had been several times where she's seen him, like when she was four years old — walking down in the Gojo estate garden wearing a yukuta, matching her eyes, her white hair short. A maid beside her holding an umbrella protecting her from the snow, not that it even mattered.

Click.

A camera stutter, was she the only one who heard it?? She didn't bother to make the fact someone had taken a picture of her, of course it was always bound to happen but how'd they get in the Gojo estate so easily?

The next time — she's six years old, fending off bullies from picking on kamo who seemed to be awestruck by her, her cerulean eyes stare down at kamo's red before looking away. "Get up, you're tarnishing the Kamo's reputation if you allow yourself to be picked on so easily." She says, words not meant in a mean way it's just how she said it.

"A..ah yes sorry sorry.." Kamo says, getting up by herself and then fixing the kimono she was wearing.

Click.

Another camera stutter, but Y/N was already facing the area where he hid — her brows rose, she stalked towards the area, before halting, kamo gripped onto her yukuta. "Wait! Don't go..my dad would kill me if something were to happen with you, just stay." She says, trembling as fat tears began to pool. Gojo stared at her with a look of nonchalance before she sighed and had a hand on the black girls head. She doesn't reply.

The next time was when she had awaken and was able to now use Hollow purple and Reverse cursed technique, the girl was high off of the rails, in the air flying with a wide grin — a perfect shot, several pictures were taken of her.

She turns her gaze to stare at where he hid, he tenses; she could easily find him huh? Toji thought she was staring at him but in reality she was staring at him.

Fyodor dostevekey, a terrorist.

When unleashing purple at Toji something had awoken in fyodor, he needed to have her on his side when his time comes for cleansing the world from ability users. Yes, she'd be an absolute joy to have around, makes the job much easier.

Or so he thought.

Y/N dozed off as Suguru and Shoko try and catch her attention — the ice cream long but melted, cold on her lithe fingers. "Oh," she says, before dipping her head down and licking at it. Not wasting anything.

"Hey did you hear?" Y/N stares up at Shoko who had some interesting news to say. "I heard that Kamo was getting promoted to grade one, don't forget to congratulate her Gojo." Shoko says, leaning her head back as she took a drag of her cigarette.

The smell causing Y/N's nose to scrunch up, she ended up swatting her hand in the air as a way of getting rid of the smoke. "I thought you stopped, and of course I won't forget! You think too lowly of me." She says, dragging it out.

"Haibara should be back soon, his mission is with Nanami right?" Suguru murmurs, stroking his chin in deep thought. "Nanamin?? Yeah, I'm sure."

Although back in the port mafia things were brewing up, the deaths of the flags, and many problems arose.

But back in Mori Ougai's office he held the gun, a gun made purely to get through infinity. He said time is crucial and this was a very needed weapon Incase Gojo decided to betray them.

"What makes you think she'll really betray us? You're betraying her just by having that." Koyou says, drinking and staring at Mori. "Oh but, I'm not sure — she'll definitely once she realized what we have done to get him to spiral more." Mori says, smiling a little bit evilly.

"Why are you doing this again?" She asks.

"We need him on our side. If we give him a little push he would detest humans, hate them, and a need to kill. It would turn out really well, did they do it already?" Mori asks, wiping the gun and placing it on his desk.

"...Yes, they have a track of where they are. News will shortly arrive if the assassination is successful." Koyou says, looking down as she drank more.

"Good, and as instructions make it look exactly like a curse had done it." Mori smiled, hands interlinked.