Y/n Goji, a student from New World High in the States transfer to Jujutsu High in Japan due to her parent's demands. Despite her objections she has no choice but to abide by her parent's orders. One year. That's all she needed to hold off for. With...
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"I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just want there to be an understanding." Akito stated firstly.
You were both currently in a cafe near the university, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited. "Okay. Explain." You said in a bored tone.
Akito took a deep breath before explaining her side of the story. All of it matching up to Sukuna's and filled in the missing pieces. Yet you still couldn't find it in you to forgive her. Such a shame.
"Damn. Our ancestors really ruined everything for us." You sighed, taking a sip from your coffee.
"Yet it still doesn't justify your actions. You hurt Sukuna and you hurt me. I cared for you truly I did but I doubt that things will ever be the same." You spoke with honesty.
"I understand." And with that Akito left leaving you alone to deal with your own problems. Your eyes studied the mug in front of you for a moment. Irritated you quickly got up and walked off. There was no time for you to cry. No time for you to be screaming to the heavens above as to what did you do to deserve this.
Your phone was ringing nonstop and you glanced at it. Your eyes voided of emotion as you declined Sukuna's call.
"Fuck you." You hissed, slamming the phone on the ground, you tapped your heel three times, the phone disappearing into a black hole.
He wouldn't be bothering you anymore. No one would be bothering you anymore.
TWO WEEKS LATER:
"You're pregnant."
Your jaw dropped, your eyes scanning for any sign that the doctor was kidding but she wasn't. Her cold serious expression told you all you needed to know. You were indeed pregnant.
"That's...oh who am I kidding it is possible." You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. The nausea you were feeling earlier was catching up to you again.
The doctor's bright blue eyes studied your form. Her eyes were as blue as Satoru's. Her hair, white as snow with streaks of lavender. The area around her was icy cold. Rize Shimura, the host of Shimo. If you had to guess she was about 28 years old. Two years younger than your brother. Yet she hosted the oldest living Kaiju within her, making her authority superior to that of Madara's. She was Kagura's half sister, same mother, different father.
Both of them were very different from each other. Rize was a very serious person while Kagura was more laid back.
"I'm going to prescribe you some prenatals and other necessary supplements. Please do care for yourself and no more field work. I'll be sure to keep your brother in the loop." She ordered.
You nodded. "I understand. Thank you, Rize-sama."
She smiled softly. "Of course, my dear. If there's anything you need let me know."
