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My eyes closed in a single breathless moan leaving my mouth," ...fushiguro....". it wasn't loud, but loud enough to build my lust. i went on...until I came. Moaning softly for more, so lost. So lost in imagining him, his touch, waiting for him...
Days passed gradually, my mates were sent to missions while i was trained. I didn't know how to fight, not even the most basic things like airing punches on enemies. I was severely incapable of doing any missions with my friends. It felt bad but i wanted to improve, and i was imroving.
I remember nobara teaching me how to stand for a punch, correcting my posture. I only knew to clench my fists and hit the large bag hanging down the ceiling. I was suppose to stand with my legs a feet apart, fists should be clenched ahead of my chin and slightly bend your back as you gather force to hit your enemy. It was a lot of work to become a sorcerer.
I used to visit the hospital wings whenever they came back from missions. Sometimes they used to be hurt a lot, especially yuji. They said he was strong and ofcourse , a vessel for fatal monster, sukuna. I wondered how he was so happy all the time. It should be painful to endure sukuna's disgusting tantrums, like nobara said, but he never showed.
as for the stoic raven head, we never spoke much. He used to stand quietly whenever i spoke with nobara, and drag yuji away if we speak for a long time. Poor boy always waved me bye, in distance I could hear them bickering at each other. ..funny.
we only spoke by our eyes. and that used to make things so hopeless. Just staring at each other. Building an erratic tension, he never hesitated to stare at me, making me nervous as hell, i hated him for it. He never tried to speak to me, I couldn't stand his deep eyes and always ended up to be the one to break the stare. I knew if i stared more my stomach would ache so badly I would fall down. I always responded to him by either nodding, awkward little smiles or the highest amount of words we spoke were,
"morning" ," thankyou", " night" each of them held by strings of tension.
It was almost a month, my lessons were getting more interesting. I was being seperated with my lectures and training, with Shoko leiri. A reversed cursed technique user. She knew how to instill powers among bodies and heal them. Now that's what I would love to learn. Gojo sensei had said me that once i learn it i would be allowed to go on missions. He was quite busy these days, his lectures were taken up by another mid aged father figure sorcerer, Nanami. He said he didn't like being called sensei. He was the only one who felt like a real teacher, cuz he spoke point to point, did his work perfectly, and was very timely person.
