GURDIAN [ Gojo.S x f!Reader ]

CHAPTER - 10

MONDAY 10:00 AM. MAIN COURTYARD, TOKYO JUJUTSU HIGH.

The air was thick with the scent of incense and old wood as the Kyoto contingent marched up the stone steps. Leading them was Principal Yoshinobu Gakuganji, his traditional robes rustling with every rhythmic tap of his cane.

Behind him, the Kyoto students trailed with various degrees of arrogance and boredom—Mai Zen'in's sharp smirk, Todo Aoi's towering, restless energy, and the quiet, metallic glint of Mechamaru.

At the top of the stairs, Gojo Satoru was leaning against a torii gate, his hands in his pockets. Standing just a pace behind him, partially shrouded by the shadow of the gate's crossbeam, was Y/N.

Her attire—the crisp white high-collared blouse tucked into the black corset and tactical trousers—made her look like a phantom of the modern age. The Hannya mask sat heavy and silent on her face, its white fangs catching the morning light.

"Gakuganji-dono!" Gojo chirped, his voice cutting through the formal tension like a dull knife. "You're looking as dusty as ever. Did you remember to bring the tea, or just your sour attitude?"

The old principal stopped, his eyes narrowing as they moved from Gojo to the masked figure behind him.

The air around Y/N didn't just feel like cursed energy; it felt like a pressurized vacuum. It was the weight of the Star Corridor personified.

"Satoru," Gakuganji rasped, his voice like grinding stones. "I was informed the Higher Ups had dispatched a 'relic' from the Tombs. I didn't realize they had allowed it to walk among the students."

Y/N didn't bow. She didn't even acknowledge his title. "A relic is an object that has lost its purpose, Principal," she said, her voice smooth and chillingly calm.

"I am a function. If your students are disturbed by my presence, perhaps they should spend less time on their aesthetic and more on their reinforcement."

Mai Zen'in's smirk faltered. Todo's eyes widened, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he felt the sheer scale of the "Yang" energy radiating from her.

"How bold," Gakuganji hissed, his grip tightening on his cane. "You are a servant of Tengen-sama. You would do well to remember that your standing here is purely observational. You are a tool of the administration. Nothing more."

Gojo let out a sharp, delighted laugh, clapping his hands together. "A tool! Man, you really are stuck in the Heian era, aren't you, Gramps? Even Y/N-chan is funnier than you, and she hasn't laughed since the invention of the wheel."

"Principal Gakuganji," Y/N stepped forward, her black boots clicking sharply on the stone.

She stopped just at the edge of Gojo's shadow. "I serve the balance of the Star Corridor. The 'Higher Ups' you refer to are merely the temporary inhabitants of a system I have maintained since before your lineage learned to strum a guitar. Do not mistake my silence for subordination. I am here to watch the vessel. If you get in my way, I will treat you like any other obstruction in the forest."

The Kyoto students tensed. Mechamaru's joints creaked as he shifted into a defensive stance. But Gakuganji remained still, the sheer authority in Y/N's voice acting like a physical weight on his chest.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves!" Gojo interjected, sliding an arm toward Y/N's shoulders—though he made sure to keep the Infinity active so he didn't actually disrupt her personal space. "We have a big event to get to! Why don't the adults go have a boring meeting while Y/N and I go... supervise the snacks?"

MONDAY 02:00 PM. THE ROOFTOP OBSERVATORY.

While the faculty meeting droned on in the lower levels, Gojo had successfully "escorted" Y/N to the highest point of the school.