His heart, My prison.

Chapter II

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That day must have been one of the most vivid memories of your life, given the substantial impact domino effect that was now at play. After layers of interrogation and negotiation you underwent, it was finalised you were now apart of Jujutsu society. Although, many opposed it at the same time many supported the idea (however you were kept in purgatory and were not allowed to attend any discussions regarding your case).

You learned the truth about the world, and it seemed like your reality was flipped over at first- however your dedication to find your place in this planet was now at play. Seeing the creatures as 'curses', you were lucky they'd always been passive towards you and you never engaged with them. But now, your life felt clearer; like the surface of a lake when the mist of dawn finally lifts- the uncertainty and confusion prior, feeling like an outcast, it all vanished in a single day.

An unusual agreement had been made in order to keep your parents from knowing any of the sort, painting this as a scholarship to a prestigious school. It was said to keep the two of you safe despite being deceptive and unethical.

However now, you were under training of Satoru Gojo and his other first years, to which you learned one of them was Sukuna's vessel . But with that, your first day of training had commenced.

--------------------------------------

The punishing sun hung punishingly in the azure filament, casting golden hues across the sprawling grounds of Jujutsu high, rays filtering through the canopies of only a couple trees like ethereal fingers. And although beauteous, unbearable the way the heat beat over your head as your uniform's fabric uncomfortably stuck to your skin

"Wrong," Gojo lounged in the shade of the trees whilst you struggled, "Cursed energy isn't something you force, you control it and through the basics you discover your reverse cursed technique."

Control it? So what he meant was a person is naturally born with such capacity, and only they can temper with the outflow.

The spacious field only allowed the heat beat down at a faster rate, while Satoru himself simply enjoyed the comfort of the tabloid he was reading and the shade protecting him from the vicious unforgiving humidity of Japan.

He simply had told you to 'embrace' the flow of the energy and direct it into your hands (whatever that meant), and to attempt throwing a punch towards the humanoid stands he placed in front of you that could only be destroyed with the use of cursed energy.

Your fist collided with the dummy, a crunching sound of your knuckles echoing through the field as you immediately retracted- yelping in pain. It was then finally the white haired teacher decided to intercept.

"Right, think of cursed energy as a dangerous river that you have to control, your emotions also effect the output- so either channel them into your power or remain calm," He explained, getting up from his seat and in front of you, "Like this."

A blue fire head suddenly burned from the male's hand, illuminating like the sun as your eyes widened with awe. It was beautiful, gleaming like the pearlescent scales of a serpent in all its glory as it crackled.

"Alright, I think I got it.." A deep exhale left through the small gap of your parted lips, following Satoru's directions.

Your own flame began materialising from each of your hands, glowing rather in a reddish pink as a pose to Gojo's blue flame. Still having your emotions under your grasp, you swung at the dummy and watched as it cracked and dismantled.

"Great work, most newbies take even longer to be able to control their cursed energy like that." The man praised, patting your lower back whilst you beamed proudly of your progress.

It was a single step, but it meant a lot to you. But by his words, you understood that he was pushing you and honestly it gave you more confidence and made you feel more self assured.

"If I may ask, where are your other students?" You questioned, using your inner elbow to wipe the sticky sweat that clung to you the skin of your forehead.

"Oh? They're on a mission, they should be back soon," He smirked, "However, I haven't even told them we have a new person on the team, i'm keeping it a surprise."

Your head tilted at the sight of his playful smirk. A surprise huh? You wondered what kinds of people these students were, and what they'd think of you. The thought brought you anxiety at the impression you'd leave, stirring in your chest.

"Are they strong?" you prodded, trying to gauge an idea about what you were about to face.

Satoru laughed softly, smirk widening into a grin, "Strong? Oh you'll see soon enough. They're.. unique to say the least. But don't worry, they aren't the type to bite. Most of them." His tone had a teasing edge, however you weren't sure wether to believe him or not.

You clasped your hands together, trying to fight off the nerves that'd been crawling up your spine, "I hope they aren't too taken aback. I don't want odd one out."

"Odd?" Gojo raised an eyebrow, intrigued at how open you were admitting your own worry (which was unusual for a sorcerer, as people often deemed it as weakness.), "You're part of the team now, and trust me no one here is 'normal' in this world. You'll fit right in."

His reassurance made you feel more at ease as a gentle smile rose to your lips, the stirring in your chest now gone.

"Now, back onto the topic of training," Satoru began, voice shifting from playful to serious almost instantly. His eyes, although annoyingly obscured by the blindfold you could still feel his gaze, "I'll teach you to defend yourself using cursed energy, it's a bit different from combat."

.