Clouds Hidden Beneath The Sun - [Yuta Okkotsu x Reader]
Chapter 1: In that common summer season, I fell in love like it was magic
August 2017
“If you don’t take me seriously,” Y/n leered, “I’ll just kill you.”
Blood dripped down Okkotsu’s arm and soaked his white jacket while light bruises littered Y/n’s body. She was livid—this boy had the audacity to go easy on her during their first encounter. It didn’t matter whether or not this was only a Goodwill Event, she wanted to experience his full potential. She wanted to feel the other special grade’s wrath. Gojo-sensei’s judgments are never wrong, having him speak about your potential was no small feat—there had to be more to this timid boy than what he showed. Y/n no longer cared about the rules of this event, she would force Okkotsu Yuta to show his hand.
“You don’t understand how dangerous Rika is,” he repeated.
Y/n could sense that the curse was itching to join the fight, after the way she thrashed Yuta around.
“You don’t understand how much I couldn’t care less, so be it.” She stood up straight, “Domain Expansion…”
Okkotsu’s eyes widened as he understood just how serious she was.
“Hys-”
“Fine, you’ll get your way” Okkotsu sighed, “But I apologize in advance.”
Y/n only smiled.
“Rika,” he said with a grim expression.
Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as she narrowly dodged the curse’s massive claws—the inhumane shriek was enough of a warning for Y/n to go on the offensive. Her eyes widened as she sensed Okkotsu appear behind her and send a kick to her stomach, sending her flying into the nearest construct. Rika was already rushing towards her by the time Y/n stood up, blood trickling down her forehead and onto her jacket. Y/n just barely dodged the attack this time, her claws grazing Y/n’s throat and ripping up her jacket. Their attacks were coordinated and lethal, Y/n had to concentrate closely to keep up with both of them. She panted heavily as she watched Okkotsu and Rika stand a few meters away, watching her.
Y/n’s breath was erratic, sweat and blood trickling onto her jacket as her body ached and burned—She was excited! Okkotsu maintained his offensive stance as Y/n threw her jacket aside and pulled out her daggers.
“Cursed Technique: Distortion.” Y/n said.
Okkotsu’s eyes widened as he saw multiple Y/n’s appear and disappear. He blinked and when he opened his eyes, Y/n appeared and landed multiple hits on his body then countered Rika’s attack, landing multiple hits on her. Okkotsu gritted his teeth, he could barely see his surroundings or hear Y/n’s movements but he could hear Rika’s loud shrieks of rage and pain. He took a deep breath, giving up on seeing and focused on feeling their cursed energy. Y/n knew Okkotsu would find a way to counter her distortion, but focused her attention on Rika—Y/n was unable to land a hit on her normally so relied on harshly countering her attacks. Y/n’s body was completely numb, the only thing she felt was the way her heart pounded in her chest and blood thrummed in her veins.
She felt something swell inside her as Okkotsu spoke and called back Rika, “Cursed Technique: Mimicry.”
“Cursed Technique: Passion” Y/n couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips, the sound was amplified in her ears almost as loud as her heart beat.
“That’s the attitude,” she said enthusiastically as all her wounds healed instantly, “give me your all, Okkotsu Yuta!”
The next few events were a blur for them both because they lost consciousness.
—
Okkotsu opened his eyes to see the orange hues of the evening sky outside through the window of his hospital room. All his senses had returned and he turned his head to the other side to see Gojo Satoru leaning against a wall, his head hanging low—he remembered the Goodwill event.
“Oh my god is she dead!?” Okkotsu panicked and sat up, wincing slightly. His arms, knee and ankle were wrapped tightly in bandages.
“Yes,” Gojo said grimly.
Okkotsu’s heart dropped to his feet and his eyes glossed over.
“Just kidding,” Gojo laughed.
Utahime entered their hospital room, scowling at Gojo, “Y/n is perfectly fine, her body just needs more time to recover.”
“Oh, and we won the goodwill event,”Gojo added after wiping away his tears.
“Really?…we both passed out though,” Okkotsu said sheepishly, “I felt like she was still attacking when I lost consciousness…is she always so aggressive?”
“No, she’s usually very reserved actually.” Utahime smiled.
“We won because Y/n violated a few rules by threatening your life and all, nothing severe enough for punishment unless you have a problem with it.” Gojo smirked.
“Do you?” Utahime asked.
“No…not at all,” Yuta trailed off, ‘I actually thought she was going to kill me.’
“Her cursed energy is almost endless and she held her own against me and Rika without even using her domain expansion. Her power is insane. Her physical capabilities are almost as good as Maki’s…Is she really the same age and grade as me?” Okkotsu reflected, “She’s not even at her full potential yet and that’s…the power of a special grade.”
His face turned a light shade of pink as he recalled the events.
“It’s scary, really.” Utahime said before leaving.
“You’re not at your full potential either,” Gojo walked towards the exit, “..I’m gonna go check on Y/n.”
Okkotsu could hear Gojo’s unsaid words, ‘So you better keep training rigorously.’ He planned to take them to heart, so he could proudly say he’s on the same level as someone as skilled as Y/n.
Okkotsu reached for his phone and saw a few messages.
Jujutsu High School First Years
Panda: Okkotsu won us the Goodwill Event! 🎉
Maki: I heard Y/n wiped the floor with him.
Inumaki: Same.
Yuuta: Guys 😅 she was really scary….
Inumaki: Isn’t Maki scary?
Inumaki: Isn’t Rika scary?! 💀
Panda: You see scary women everyday, there is no excuse…
Maki: 😐
In truth, Okkotsu hadn’t intended on using Rika at all. He was comfortable with using them against curses but not other sorcerers, much less fellow students. Y/n knew how to press his buttons and force his hand. Rather than swiftly defeating him, she chose to drag out the fight and let the humility set in. When that didn’t work she became frustrated and simply threatened his life with a domain expansion. It wasn’t Y/n’s aggression that made him comply, but her confidence that convinced him she could handle Rika too. He decided to go on the offensive in order to satiate her curiosity but that only seemed to feed it. Although it was most likely unintentional, Okkotsu hated the noises Rika made as Y/n began to overpower her—and it was what pushed him to use his cursed technique. Y/n went absolutely feral and forced Okkotsu to keep up, pushing the limits he had set for himself until he had passed out with no clear recollection of the fight’s conclusion. He couldn’t stop his mind from repeating the sound of her voice as she activated her second cursed technique; passion. Her vehement expressions were burned into his mind, whether he liked it or not—Okkotsu couldn’t decide.
—
Mrs. Fujino’s lips were in a thin line as she stared down at her 3 month old baby. The father was away on a mission while she was forced to take maternity leave. It was suffocating and lonely to bear a child to a man you have no affection for. It was the middle of the night, past 3am when the baby continued to cry.
“What do you want from me, affection?” she sneered.
She fed it. She kept it clean. She walked around with it for hours. The woman was going insane trying to consider what else the baby could possibly need. She was exhausted, her eyebags prominent, cheeks sunken and puke stained her clothes. Her eyes closed and hands gripped the pillow tightly and pressed it onto the source of noise. Her breath of relief was caught in her throat as she was harshly shoved to the ground.
“ARE YOU MAD!?” Mr. Fujino had come home early.
“I’M TIRED!!” the woman stayed on the floor, hands tugging at the hair on her scalp, “OF YOU AND THAT STUPID FUCKING-”
Mr. Fujino’s body moved on its own when he backhanded her. The woman froze in place and didn’t even look back at him. He opened his mouth to apologize but his expression hardened when the baby began to cry again.
He reached into the crib and took the child into his arms, “Neither of us wanted this arrangement but we had established a mutual respect. It won’t be so anymore if I see you put a hand on my child again. I won’t let my months of suffering with you go to waste.”
The woman began to sob as he left the room with the baby.
~~
Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she woke up from a nightmare, her throat dry and the smell of hospital and flowers filled her nose. She opened her eyes to see the cloudy night sky, almost void of stars. Gojo Satoru sat in a chair facing the hospital bed with his usual smirk on his face, Y/n blinked at him for a few moments—she stiffened as she remembered the events.
“What’s my damage?”
“No streak for Kyoto!” he cheered, “You lost the Goodwill event”
“That’s all?” Y/n asked.
“On Tokyo’s behalf, yes.” Gojo mused, “Though, I have no idea what Yoshinobu has in store for you.”
“During the fight, I was able to use Passion...and I realized that I need more practice with simultaneously using my cursed techniques.” Y/n stated, “I might want to see him again in the future so I hope I didn’t terrify him.”
“Ah, teen romance,” Gojo jested, “I remember my first love.”
Y/n stared blankly at him, opting to leave her poisonous words unsaid.
“On a serious note, it’s nothing he can’t recover from” Gojo continued, ”I believe you’ll make a lot of progress after fighting Okkotsu but remember to take it easy first. I’m late to a meeting, see ya!”
Y/n picked up her phone and saw multiple messages.
2017 Goodwill event
Momo: We lost the goodwill event 😒Okkotsu could barely keep up with Y/n
Aoi: If Y/n wanted to win, she would have
Aoi: Boring people like you wouldn’t understand
Noritoshi: We should respect Y/n’s decision no matter what the outcome was.
Aoi: You have a crush on her. We get it, Kamo.
Momo: The principal is gonna be fuming
Noritoshi: I don’t think he’ll do anything excessive
Y/n: *one attachment*
Y/n: I’m awake
Momo: 😗 you’re always so pretty
Y/n: I was aware of what the consequences would be when I got carried away in the fight
Y/n: I have no regrets so don’t worry about what happens to me
Y/n: I am looking forward to being discharged 😚 hospital food isn’t very good
Y/n swallowed hard as she opened her mother’s message, it was a 10 minute long voice note. A chill ran down her spine as she played it. There was some static in the background, she was traveling somewhere.
‘Are you stupid or just insane?’ She began until my father’s voice cut her off.
‘Ignore your mother, she’s just very tired. We heard about what happened at the Goodwill event. That behavior was very-’ He was cut off by her this time.
‘Irresponsible and foolish!! I thought we raised you better than this’ she spat.
‘Anyways, I heard you threatened to use your domain expansion. You do realize the amount of trouble you would have caused us if you successfully initiated it, don’t you? I understand that boy is also a special grade but that doesn’t justify your recklessness. In fact, that person was only introduced to the Jujutsu world a few months ago. Unlike you, he was a normie for the majority of his life. You rarely make these types of bad decisions so principal Yoshinobu won’t give you a judgment too harsh, but it is out of our hands.’ My father spoke in a condescending but neutral tone.
He never raised his voice or showed anger towards his family. He was quite straightforward with us because he was confident he knew what was best, ignoring our feelings in the process. Y/n knew her father had a hard time expressing his feelings. It’s ironic that his marriage was arranged with a woman who could barely contain hers. The rest of the voicenote was her mother being angry, Y/n was unsure if this anger ever came from a place of concern for her daughter. The woman never hesitated to say the most hurtful things to anybody because she was one of the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerers in the world. Who could humble her, really?
‘Even if he is a special grade, behaving like that over a boy is embarrassing. Are you desperate for attention? Did we not give you enough? You’re disappointing me.’ Y/n felt her excitement rapidly drain from her body to be replaced with a disgusting feeling—shame. She knew she was better off not taking her mother’s words to heart and held back her tears, she was good at it.
Both of Y/n’s parents were grade one sorcerers—borderline special grade and happened to be decent acquaintances. Which is why they were arranged to be married and give birth to a child who could be a special grade. Everyone’s expectations for Y/n were always high and she was capable of fulfilling them. However, nobody gets praised for doing something that’s expected of them. Her parents made that clear.
At the end of the voicenote her father took the phone from her mother and sighed, ‘Don’t take her words to heart, you know how she just speaks nonsense sometimes. Our mission is almost over so we’ll be home in a few days. Goodbye Y/n.’
Y/n looked down at her lap as a few heavy tears left her eyes, “shit.”
—
The Sister-Exchange event was called to an abrupt end due to the amount of damage done to the area and Y/n was being discharged from the hospital today. Her friends were waiting for her return but she had one more thing to do.
“Okkotsu Yuta.” she called out.
She was hesitant about this encounter and approached him with a cold expression. The familiar voice instantly caught his attention—although, there was no longer that terrifying edge to it that activated his fight or flight.
“Y/n Fujino…I’m glad that you recovered well,” he said awkwardly.
His timid nature brought a smirk to her lips, “Are you scared of me?”
“Kind of,” he said honestly.
“As a fellow special-grade first year, I was only curious to see where your current power ceiling was,” she said, “I mean, you were only a normie a few months ago. It was foolish for me to make you show your hand when I have more experience with sorcery than you…experience means more than classification, so I apologize if you felt threatened by a few of my parlor tricks.”
The aggressive edge to her voice was replaced with a passive poison, Okkotsu recognized when he was being patronized. In fact, he disliked this passive aggressiveness more than Maki’s straightforward attitude.
‘This girl…really knows how to get on my nerves.’
“Is that your version of an apology?”
“Were you expecting one?”
“No, but I expected accountability. I don’t think a domain expansion would be classified as a ‘parlor trick’.”
“Okay, I’ll admit my last comment was unnecessary.” Y/n paused, “...my words weren’t meant to be that offensive. What I meant is that you have a lot of potential as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and seeing a glimpse of your power made me expect more. What I did was irresponsible and in the moment I used your classification to excuse my actions.”
“Oh, thank you…” he felt his face turn red, “I don’t think you owe me an apology or anything. I’ve heard alot of things about you and none of them mentioned being unhinged so for a moment I wondered if you had something personal against me. Fighting you made me realize all the things I have to continue working on so I can accomplish my goals, so there’s really no hard feelings.”
Y/n laughed and felt herself become flustered too, “I don’t hate you or anything, I assure you….where are you headed? I’m assuming you’re unfamiliar with Kyoto.”
‘Okay, maybe she’s not too bad.’ Okkotsu thought, ‘Alot of Jujutsu Sorcerers are bad at expressing themselves so I probably shouldn’t take it too personally…’
“I’m headed to Kyoto station. You don’t have to accompany me if you’re busy.”
“I’m headed in that direction too, so it’s not a bother” she began to walk.
Y/n’s parents were opportunists, like any other respected Jujutsu Family; they taught her how to properly reconcile. Okkotsu didn’t seem like the type of person to hold grudges so this was unnecessary, Y/n knew that but she did want to know more about him—let’s call it—networking. That is what this was.
The sky was clear and the sun shined brightly. The cool breeze blew softly on this warm summer day. The street was busy and the sidewalks were mostly empty until they reached the main road. The silence weighed heavily on Okkotsu as they walked together on the sidewalk. Since making friends at Jujutsu High, Okkotsu was convinced his social skills had improved but in this situation, it felt like all his progress was evaporating into thin air.
Y/n’s attitude was relaxed, perhaps borderline uninterested as they walked together but she was just as aware of the awkwardness. It was intentional because she didn’t want to carry the conversation. If Yuta wanted to speak, she resolved that he would.
“Why did you become a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” Okkotsu spoke up.
“Both my parents are exceptional grade 1 sorcerers, so I was put on the jujutsu path from the day I was born. Everyone would have been quite disappointed in me if I let my talents go to waste and besides, I couldn’t imagine living as a normie…completely unaware of the danger right in front of them. It’s scary to imagine.”
“What if you get tired of sorcery?” He asked.
“Humans will always get tired of routine whether it’s working an office job or exorcizing curses. I mean, most sorcerers don’t put their lives on the line to save other people because they’re passionate about it. Most people do it for money, status or simply because they’re good at it. I know that there’s a lot of corruption in the Jujutsu world and I don’t consider myself a reformer or anything….but there must be a reason why I have the power that I do. A lot of sorcerers already have morally righteous goals but not me… I’ll discover it eventually. Why are you a sorcerer?”
“I appreciate your honesty, I can tell you thought alot about it.” He paused, “In simple terms, I want to unravel a curse.”
Y/n laughed, “Don’t put it in simple terms after I gave you a monologue. I didn’t ask you to be nice, I’m genuinely curious.”
Okkotsu explained everything to her from how he became cursed to how he became a sorcerer with the goal of unraveling the curse.
“I’m sorry for your loss, you both must have loved each other very much…” her face burned, “I attacked her during the event…I feel like a bitch.”
“I mean, Rika did wipe out your comrades almost immediately in the first event. Like you said earlier, it wasn’t anything personal.”
“You’re right,” Y/n said. If only her parents loved each other as much as those two did. “When I was first introduced to the Jujutsu world the snobby major clan kids would call me a ‘government baby’ so I beat them up alot.” Y/n smirked, “That’s how I became friends with Maki and Noritoshi. Although, I haven't talked to Maki as much since we started highschool. My point is, to tell her I hope she’s doing well.”
“Isn’t Kamo Noritoshi also a snobby heir?” he asked.
“Noritoshi is my boyfriend.” she laughed as Yuta became embarrassed, “Most of the kids from renowned sorcerer families are obnoxious but some are better when you get to know them.”
‘They’re on a first name basis and everything…’ Okkotsu nodded, “Sorry.”
Before they knew it, they both arrived in front of the train station, “It was nice meeting you Y/n, wanna exchange numbers?”
Y/n took her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it, handing it to Yuta.
“I look forward to seeing you again.” Y/n said, more earnest than intended when he handed back her phone.
‘I threaten to kill him and then befriend him….how am I gonna explain this to Noritoshi or anyone? I’m late to my own party because I had to take a walk with another boy? Oh god.’ she thought as she began to walk, ‘It’d be more incriminating to lie about it…oh god.’
—
When Y/n stepped foot into the Jujutsu High Dorms, she was smothered instantly.
“Y/n!” They all called out as they all ran towards her, except for Mai, Noritoshi and Kokichi.
“You did so well, I’m proud of my favorite underclassman!” Aoi Todo cried, “I apologize for assuming you’re boring because of your taste in men.”
“You guys are going to smother her, give Y/n some space.” Noritoshi said.
“Why are you so late?” Momo pouted, “We haven’t seen you in days and you basically tip-toed your way here.”
“Oh, I saw Okkotsu on my way here and decided to be nice so I don’t have a reputation for being a lunatic.” She admitted.
“You spent 30 minutes reconciling?” Mai hinted something suggestive.
“What? No, are you forgetting that I had to walk here?” Y/n was visibly offended.
“You’re almost an hour late,” Kasumi added.
“Y/n’s taste in men is getting more interesting,” Aoi laughed.
“It’s not like that!” Y/n unintentionally raised her voice, ‘I’m not like that…why would Mai even suggest that idea.’
“You all need to stop jumping to conclusions.” Noritoshi spoke up.
“You and Okkotsu are monsters,” Momo decided to change the topic.
“It was so strange seeing you struggle in a fight, I was worried!” Kasumi added.
“I never realized you could be so unhinged,” Kokichi commented.
“I knew you had it in you! I could never be friends with a boring person.” Aoi bragged.
“Oh really? A few months ago you called her a ‘boring girl with no passions’.” Mai called out his hypocrisy.
They all continued to bicker over the events while Noritoshi remained silent for the most part—-he scarcely made eye contact with Y/n. It was unnoticeable to everyone but her, it made her uneasy. She was too busy contemplating all the reasons he could be upset and how she could apologize to register to chaos happening in front of her.
Mai and Todo were recreating the fight.
“If you don’t take me seriously, I’ll kill you!” Mai impersonated.
“You don’t understand the true extent of my power…” Todo replied.
“That’s not what he said!” Kasumi interrupted.
“Guys stop being silly,” Y/n pleaded.
“Seriously,” Noritoshi spoke.
Everyone dispersed after a few hours, leaving Y/n and Noritoshi sitting next to each other with lots of tension.
“I was being selfish during the event and I made all your efforts go to waste, I apologize.” She intertwined their fingers, “Will you stop being so cold?”
“I’m not upset about your actions at the exchange event,” he said.
“Then…is this about Yuta?” Y/n noticed the way he tensed at the name, “You don’t seriously think I’m that easy.”
“Yuta Okkotsu wasn’t holding back his own power during the event, he was struggling to control it” Kamo continued, “He’s a stain on Jujutsu High’s legacy more than anything….but he intrigues you.”
“I don’t judge people based on orthodox jujutsu values, you know that. I respect Yuta as a sorcerer, that’s all” Y/n began to withdraw from him.
“So if you don’t mind, what could you have possibly been talking about for more than 30 minutes?”
“I apologized to him, talked about sorcery and then we exchanged numbers because he asked. I also told him that you’re my boyfriend because everything that happened was platonic.”
It was Noritoshi’s turn to feel guilty, “I’m sorry for doubting you, that was immature of me.”
Honestly, Y/n questioned her actions earlier too. She questioned the way her heart beat sped up when they spoke to each other and the way honest words easily fell from her lips rather than lies. She questioned the faint disappointment she experienced when hearing about Yuta’s love for Rika. Y/n was a liar and a deceiver, but she was not a cheater.
“No, I understand where you’re coming from,” Y/n leaned into Noritoshi’s touch, “I would be jealous too, if you spent time with another girl.”
He kissed her hand softly, “I shouldn’t waste the precious time we have together by arguing over hypotheticals.”
“Would it kill you to let me be mad at you for once?” Y/n smiled, “It’s hard having such a perfect boyfriend.”
Noritoshi’s hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him so their faces were inches apart. Y/n’s face burned as their breaths mingled. His hand cupped the side of her face gently as his eyes flickered down to her lips. He loved to take his time, to admire his gorgeous girlfriend before indulging in her. Y/n always found the anticipation more enjoyable than when their lips actually connected. Her boyfriend was by no means a bad kisser. She appreciated him, which is why she put in the effort to return his admiration. There was no reason for her not to return his feelings. Perhaps only certain people can feel a spark—people like Okkotsu Yuta.
—
Okkotsu couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n’s duality on his way back to Tokyo. The malicious girl who threatened to kill him and the seemingly sincere one. He wanted to continue being an object of her attention; whether it was criticism or praise but he knew it was unreasonable.
‘Besides, she has a boyfriend’ Yuta pushed the silly thoughts out of his mind for once and for all as he entered the Jujutsu High dorms in the late afternoon. The other first years sat at a table playing Uno and barely glanced in his direction.
“Oh, Yuta’s here.” Panda glanced up from his cards.
“Salmon,” Inumaki said.
“Hey loser,” Maki stated.
“You guys missed me a lot.” He said sarcastically as he sat in the empty chair at the table.
“Fish flakes.”
“It’s not like you went and intentionally risked your life or anything.” Maki placed down a plus 4.
Panda’s brows furrowed before he placed a plus 6 on top. Inumaki placed down another plus 4, bringing it right back to Maki who had no choice but to pick up 14 cards.
“How’s Y/n?” Maki asked.
“She’s doing well. She was really nice to me for someone who threatened my life a few days ago. We had a civil conversation before I left and she said she hopes you’re doing well.”
“Y/n is one of the creepy humans. She doesn’t have a passion for sorcery but does it anyway—Uno.” Panda placed down a green 3, “It’s not like she was born a normal human, so I guess I shouldn’t judge her.”
“Cod roe,” Inumaki placed down a green plus two,
Maki placed down 4 plus twos, “She’s bad at expressing her emotions and is a bit of a liar, but you’d know if she disliked you.”
Veins popped out of Panda's forehead as he picked up 10 cards. In the end, Inumaki won by placing down his last two cards at the same time.
“Does she have a boyfriend?” Yuta asked.
He heard a chuckle come from Inumaki.
“She’s been with Noritoshi for months, everyone knows that.” Panda laughed too, “It’s okay Yuta, heartbreak builds character for humans.”
“Even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, you’re not Y/n’s type.” Maki said bluntly.
“That wasn’t my motive-”
They teased him for the rest of the night.
—
“We already decided Y/n won’t be receiving any punishment” Gojo’s lips remained in a thin line, “What is left to talk about?”
“Our deal with the Fujino’s should be coming to a close soon,” one of the higher ups said.
“Starting January 2018, Y/n will be transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High.” Yoshinobu said.
Gojo looked around the room with the usual smirk on his face, ‘What are you all planning to do this time…’
Gojo’s smile vanished as he exited the building. There was something they were keeping from Y/n. Something that if the higher-ups discovered, would lead to a secret execution of the Fujino’s immediately.
‘In a situation like that, Y/n would have to be my first priority.’ Gojo resolved, ‘She’s essential to reform Jujutsu Society and…she’s too young to be executed like that.’
“Aren’t you too young to be in your rebellious phase?” Gojo said.
“Aren’t you too old to be talking to random little girls on the street?” Y/n folded her arms.
Gojo continued to stand tall, but he was holding back tears beneath his blind fold, “Children are so harsh…”
“At Least take off your blindfold when you talk to me, creep.”
“If I do it will you stop calling me that? I have a reputation to uphold,” he tugged his blind fold down to his neck.
“I just want to confirm something…” she did a sassy hand motion for him to bend down.
Gojo’s brown furrowed as he complied, stooping down to be on her eye level , “Happy now?”
Her finger was suspended in the air, a little less than a centimeter away from his eyeball, “You’re the real deal.”
He laughed, “Gojo Satoru in the flesh. Are you a fan?”
“No, the opposite.” she pouted, “How can one person have so much power?”
He patted Y/n’s head, “awww, little Y/n’s jealous of me~”
“...if I take sorcery seriously, will I be untouchable too?” she asked.
“Hm, is something bothering you?” a small smile still graced his face.
“It’s just a constant life of bloodshed. Why would anybody willingly become a Jujutsu Sorcerer?”
“Well, that’s for you to figure out. What if I told you there was potential for you to be as strong as me?”
“I’d say you’re a liar.”
“True, I am the strongest and I always have been,” He stood up and held out his hand to Y/n.
She took it as they began to walk together, ‘He’s probably taking me back home…’
“I never thought too much about why I wanted to become a sorcerer, It’s just what I’m the best at. Every sorcerer has their own reasons, so you just have to find yours.”
“What if you die wishing you did something else?” she asked.
“...how old are you?” He jested.
“Ten.”
September 2017
It was late in the afternoon and Y/n had just finished practicing with Aoi Todo, a man with endless energy who insisted on pushing Y/n’s physical limits. Earlier this morning, principal Yoshinobu had informed her that she’d be transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High in January. Y/n told her classmates about it nonchalantly, but was off-put by it.
“That’s so excessive…” Kasumi had frowned.
“I guess, but I’ll be fine no matter where I go” Y/n smirked, “Maybe I’ll learn something new there.”
The revelation answered just as many questions as it gave her. It explained why they had been giving her so many cakewalk missions recently—it had almost been insulting. It also explained why her parents had been so upset about the situation, but Y/n wasn’t a trouble maker. She followed all Jujutsu Regulations and this was her very first offense.
‘Why would Gakuganji have it out for me?’ Y/n was lost in thought as she stretched while Aoi ranted about idols, ‘What could anybody gain from me being in Tokyo? Why didn’t Gojo warn me about this? Is there something being hidden from me?’
“You stressed about your transfer?” Todo asked.
“What makes you think that?” Y/n switched legs.
“You’re one of those people who like to mislead others to stop yourself from being vulnerable. I don’t know what the higher-ups' intentions are with sending you to Tokyo. But as your big brother, I’m confident you’ll still kick ass there.”
Y/n gave a small smile, “Thanks Todo.”
There was no point in arguing the nickname, Aoi Todo had ridiculously unshakeable resolve.
The months went by very quickly. Y/n wasn’t allowed to go on missions during December “Due to the transfer process”. She spent time with her other classmates very often, and slowly distanced herself from Noritoshi. The way Y/n saw it, their relationship was a result of proximity. She was a talented sorcerer from a respected family, and he was the heir to one of the Major Clans—someone her parents wouldn’t despise. Figuring out the right way to breakup was more difficult than Y/n imagined, so she’d save it until last minute.
Whether she spent time with friends, or tiptoed around her boyfriend; nights were always the same. Every night she stared at her white room ceiling, in a silent, cold house with not a single thought passing her mind. As time passed, she felt uneasy. She could not remember the last time she went so long without fighting curses.
December was the most difficult time of year for Y/n. Her parents forbid her from spending holidays with other families, but they never came home for them, either. To compensate for this, her friends insisted on celebrating her birthday on December 24, 2017, a day where they were all free. Y/n remember the unease she felt as she got ready, she wore a white knitted sweater, brown pleated skirt, black stockings and black platform boots. She brushed it off as the same feeling she usually had, but when she stepped out of her house—every fiber of her being screamed that something was wrong. Her father stood outside, waiting for her.
“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He donned the usual neutral expression, and held his hands behind his back with elegance.
“Good evening, father.” She bowed, “If I knew you would come, I would have prepared something.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’m here on urgent matters.” He said nothing, and Y/n followed him silently inside their car.
“Where is Mother?” Y/n asked.
“There’s been a terrorist attack on Kyoto and Tokyo. She is busy.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and Y/n’s blood ran cold when she saw. On his nail beds were bright crimson. That’s usual for a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but not for her father. Her father barely ever dirtied his hands when fighting a sorcerer, and he always washed them thoroughly after work. He was a germaphobe, and could only make a mistake like this if he was panicked, or under duress.
‘A terrorist attack? Shouldn’t we be out there, then?” Y/n knew better than to raise her tone at her father.
“We have more important matters to attend to.”
“Most important matters?” She couldn’t contain the rage, and suspicion that was beginning to consume her. She wanted her father to banish her skepticism, and give her an explanation for this strange behavior, “You’re separated from mother, and thousands of people are about to lose their lives. What could be more important than doing your job?”
He didn’t yell at her, or patronize her for asking questions.“Your mother made her decision, and so have I.” The car ride was silent as they drove to the outskirts of the city, and into the mountains. Y/n couldn’t win a fight against her father. Attempting an escape would only make matters worse for her.
They arrived at an abandoned temple with vines growing along the infrastructure. The aura there was quiet, and unsettling. This energy was the crux of the anxiety that plagued her these past few months. Emptiness. An alluring kind.
She felt as if she were half her age. She had the urge to grab her fathers sleeve, and beg him to not make her go in there. She lunged backwards, and materialized her dual blades.
Her father grinned, “If only you fought back sooner, my dear daughter.”
She reached for her cursed energy, but nothing came to her. In a flash, her father smashed his knee into her gut/ She coughed up blood, and collapsed onto the floor. She had never felt a hit that hard in her life. Mr. Fujino placed a cloth over her nose, and Y/n couldn’t escape his death grip. This man is not my father, he can’t be.