𝑴𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 (𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑶𝑪)

1.8 Whispers of the Sea

It was a quiet weekend at Jujutsu High, the sun was soft, gently caressing the ancient stones of the school with a warm and soothing light. Chihiro had chosen a casual outfit for the day. She wore a simple, comfortable green t-shirt dress over which she had layered a vintage-style orange dungaree dress. Her feet were clad in light sandals, and her black hair fell in gentle curls around her shoulders. She had settled in a quiet corner of the school, a book in hand, her eyes absorbed in the words printed on the yellowed pages.

Every word enchanted her, every description transported her to faraway, magical worlds. Her fingers slowly traced the lines of text, her eyes lingering on the details, savoring each phrase, each metaphor. She felt as if she were being carried away by a gentle breeze of literary discovery, lost in another world.

After a while, she decided to stand up and walk around a bit to stretch her legs. She left her book behind on a bench, carefully placed. Her steps were light and silent on the soft grass of the school garden. As she approached the training dojo, an unusual sound caught her attention. It was a soft sound, the trickle of water, like a shower running. Intrigued, she slowly approached the window of the dojo, noticing steam escaping from the adjoining bathroom.

Chihiro stood on her tiptoes to peer through the fogged-up window. Her heart beat faster, a mix of excitement and a curiosity she couldn't contain. She squinted to get a better look through the thick steam that covered the glass.

Through the mist escaping from the shower, she spotted a familiar silhouette, that of her mentor, Satoru Gojo. He stood with his back to her, water running down his bare skin, his muscles clearly defined under the droplets that trickled down. The soft, dim light of the bathroom highlighted every curve of his back, every well-defined muscle, giving him an almost divine appearance. The steam floated around him like a veil, accentuating the mystical aura that surrounded him.

Chihiro quickly brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp of surprise. She had never seen her mentor like this, so exposed, and the sight of his powerful, sculpted body left her both shocked and fascinated. A mix of embarrassment and curiosity took hold of her, her cheeks turning a rosy hue from the effect of both embarrassment and involuntary admiration.

In shock, she lost her balance and slipped, falling abruptly below the window. Her legs were weak, trembling with emotion, and she found herself crawling awkwardly on the ground, trying to discreetly move away. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her breath short. She knew she had to be careful; she didn't want him catching her spying like that.

She continued to crawl, her hands and knees making their way through the soft grass and bushes around the dojo. She glanced back quickly to make sure she hadn't been seen, her movements becoming more hurried, her breathing ragged with adrenaline.

As she crawled through a bush, she heard a familiar voice right above her. "Well, what are you doing there, crawling on all fours?" asked Shoko Ieiri, her voice tinged with a note of amusement. She stood there, a lit cigarette between her fingers, one eyebrow raised, and a mocking smile on her lips.

Chihiro looked up, her face red with shame and her eyes wide, not knowing what to say. Shoko looked at her with an expression of surprise mixed with amusement, taking a drag on her cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Were you looking for something, or rather... someone?" Shoko asked, her voice soft but full of implication, as she looked at Chihiro, who blushed even more under the teasing gaze of the nurse.

Chihiro quickly shook her head, unable to speak, her hands still trembling. She carefully avoided Shoko's gaze, hoping she hadn't guessed too much about what she was doing. Shoko smiled and winked at Chihiro before continuing on her way, leaving the young girl to recover from her emotions.