Winner Takes All || Various!JJK X Reader

20: First Day in Class 2006

Hey chat, I love sleeping

Sleeping is so nice (i just woke up) This chapter was a bit delayed because Wys will be splitting up his focus now as promised (we are on chapter 20 woagh!!) so other fanfics will be back to updating, you're gonna mainly see me announcing and stuff~!!!

...sorry...for the delay too on my half, burn out hit me like a truck and idk how I'm gonna survive college like this... 😭😭😭

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After almost two weeks into January, you finally had your first class in Jujutsu High.

You couldn't sleep the night before. You had spent most of your time on a phone call Higuruma—who was also not sleeping, similar to you. He mentioned studying for an early scholarship exam to law school, but you couldn't be too sure. You were too distracted by his low, gravelly voice explaining contracts, and the soft static from your phone was lulling you to sleep, you could barely process his words..

Yes. You called Higuruma, a lot.

With your shoes clicking on the wooden floor as you followed your teacher's steps, you fiddled with your flip phone, glancing down at the call log that had multiple string of calls almost every night to the same number. Ever since he gave you his number, you'd decided to push away all of your doubts and actually contact him. The rest were his own advancements; sometimes he'd call you to ask your opinion about a certain dilemma he was having. Other times he'd shoot you a text and you would reply, leading to somehow the two of you calling until late at night.

But lack of sleep from those calls weren't your main problem.

Snapping your phone shut, you tucked it into your pocket with your cracked one.

Your main problem today was the fact that you finally received your customized uniform.

It came out great, of course. You submitted your design to the school under your teacher's instruction and they somehow delivered even better than what you drew for them. Now you can be stylish while you're attending your death-row sentence in this school.

But like you said: there was one teensy tiny thing that was off with the uniform you received.

"—even though you've been told that this school specializes in studying and identifying curses, you still have to learn the general subjects and the proper procedure in classes. So that means your previous schooling wouldn't be in vain."

Yaga stood right in front of the doorway to your classroom. His voice was steady and authoritative, and somehow warm. He was explaining the syllabus, but, you found yourself zoning out, only half-listening to the words he droned on about.

You weren't trying to be disrespectful. You were just extremely confused (and possibly scared shitless) by the implications that came with the uniform you were wearing at that moment.

As Yaga continued speaking, you tugged at the fabric around your midsection, as if it would fix the suffocation you felt from your own thoughts.

"If you have any questions, now's the time to ask." Yaga's voice cut through your thoughts.

You blinked, and for a brief second, your gaze met his.

"No questions?" He raised a brow, prompting you to clear your throat.

"I have one." You rubbed a sheepish hand on your nape, half-raising the other. "Um, well... It's about the uniforms. I know I asked mine to be customized and all that, but... is there a reason why my uniform is white?"