On the Corpse of an Angel - Chapter Two:
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At around 6:30AM you awoke to a knock on your door, and you grumbled your way to answer it. Half of you was praying that this was all just a bad dream and that you’d wake up back in your own bed in your old apartment, but unfortunately luck didn’t seem to be on your side as the door opened to reveal your new teacher.
He looked FAR too energetic for someone who was awake at this time, and if you didn’t know better you’d say he was practically radiating sparkles at you. “Good morning Y/n!! How did you sleep?”
You rub your eyes groggily and blink dumbly at him. “Okay I think.” He takes a moment to assess your appearance, looking you up and down with a smile that you couldn’t read. He seemed to always have that expression, from what you could gather. Your hair was messy, face contorted into a grumpy ‘just woken up’ scowl, and your outfit definitely didn’t scream ‘ready to take on the day’.
“I see you’re not dressed yet, no worries - I brought you this!” With a flourish, he presents what he’d been hiding behind his back, a plain uniform just for you. Yayy. “Typically all female students wear skirts so that’s what I opted for, but if you want trousers let me know and we can order some in for you.”
You take the uniform and after opening your eyes properly, you assess it. A black jacket and skirt, and a white shirt. Very plain for sorcerers in training, although it’d probably help you blend in when going out on ‘excursions’ as Gojo called them. You had a funny feeling that they weren’t the fun outings he made them out to be…
“Today officially marks your first day of training, so get ready and meet me out here as soon as you’re done.” Without waiting for a reply he drops the rest of the uniform into your arms and pushes you back into the room, closing the door behind you.
‘Okay… moving quick, huh?’
There was a small bathroom attached to your dorm so you use that to wash your face, brush your teeth, do your hair and then you don the uniform. It fits perfectly (somehow) and feels nice. The material is breathable and light, but secure and well-structured. Exactly what you’d want in a uniform.
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“So, we’ll have a brief tour and then I’ll hand you off to Megumi for your official first day of training. Sounds fun right?” You follow after him pretty quietly, just kind of taking it all in. You’re really doing this, huh.
“Uh- yeah. Great. Sorry, it’s all just a lot to wrap my head around.” He puts an arm around you in a sympathetic manner, stopping to talk.
“Hey, I get it. Fast paced is good though, best way to learn. I’m eager to see what you can do with all that cursed energy though, so you’ll have to forgive me for jumping the gun a bit.” He gives you a reassuring squeeze and pulls away, although his hand remains on your shoulder for a minute.
He’s not saying anything… weird. “Uh, Gojo?” He’s just looking at you now, and although the blindfold covers his eyes you know they’re fixated on you. He probably isn’t even blinking, and it’s starting to give you the creeps.
You pat his hand with some awkwardness. “You good?”
That seemed to snap him to his senses, and he chuckles. “Woops! In my own little world there. Oh, we’re near the infirmary. Sorry to say you’ll be visiting this place a lot. I’ll introduce you to Shoko.”
So we’re just glossing over that? Very odd. You really didn’t know what to make of it, but whatever. Whilst your inner thoughts are mainly quiet, Gojo’s inner monologue is positively screaming at him.
The strongest was never distracted. Not that easily anyway. And yet, something about the way you looked up at him, that slightly confused expression you were pulling, the feel of his hand on your shoulder… It really got him caught up in the moment and he just blanked. Jujutsu sorcerers are supposed to have way better emotional control than that, what the hell was he doing?
As you continued walking and talking, he managed to shake it off, but there was still some doubt in the back of his mind. He hasn’t known you for that long, you're his newest student for god’s sake and yet…
‘What are you doing to me?’
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“Megumi, there you are. Perfect timing!”
You wave a small wave at him, as Gojo steps forward to explain what he wants Fushiguro to focus on for today. Mostly just learning how to feel your cursed energy, and focus it into various body parts. A bit of basic sparring, all preempted by some cardio and resistance training.
God, this was going to be brutal, you think to yourself. As a regular human you had been very average in terms of fitness, enough to get by just fine but by no means an athlete of any kind. You really hope Fushiguro is easy on you, being your first day and all.
“Okay. Follow me, Y/n.” As Gojo leaves, you switch to following Fushiguro now and attempt to strike up conversation with him as he leads you to a nearby training field.
“So, do you know how many other students will be in our class?” That seemed like a good start, Gojo had done a good job on explaining exactly how the school worked but he’d forgotten a few small details. Hopefully your classmate could fill you in.
“One other confirmed but it could always change. Gojo could always pick up another one of you anytime he feels like.” You laugh softly.
“Heh, you make us sound like strays. That’s really small for a college class though, I guess it makes sense though. Jujutsu sorcerers must be few and far between.” He nods in approval, stopping in a nice clear area.
“Okay, we’ll start really simple. Ready?”
“I think so. Bring it on.”
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You really, really underestimated how rigorous your first day would go. Fushiguro had you bending over backwards to try and match his every move, and the running! Why was there so much running?! Was he trying to kill you off early??
You splat onto the grass, your body catching up to all the exercise you’d put it through, and he stands above you with a slightly amused expression. “Okay, I guess you can have a little break.”
“Gee… huff… thanks…” You can barely spit out a response, your face sinking back into the grass. He steps over and takes a seat next to you, thinking for a moment. It’s fairly quiet aside from your occasional huffs and puffs.
Eventually you drag yourself up and arrange yourself into a sitting position, and plonk yourself down next to him. The silence isn’t actually that awkward, and as you look over at him you realise he is doing the same.
You can’t help but laugh, and he gives you a quizzical look. “You don’t seem so bad now. I don’t really enjoy being here so far, but I thought you’d be way worse.” Fushiguro doesn’t really know what to make of that.
So far, his impression of you was mixed. On one hand, you don’t seem very enthusiastic to be a sorcerer, or to really be here in the first place. You’re not very tactful and you lack discipline, but you also seem quite easy-going and surprisingly hardworking.
“I guess we both gave each other bad first impressions, huh.”
“Wait- what kind of first impression did I give off?” You demand answers, and although your mind is yelling at you that you weren’t going to make friends whilst you were here, you find yourself leaning closer to him.
“Awkward and lazy.”
“Wow, that’s harsh. Better than being a rude emo boy.” You laugh, and although he doesn’t, you do enjoy the funny angry expression he is pulling. With a sigh you stand up, stretching a bit and then offer your hand to Fushiguro.
“I think I’m ready to continue if that’s okay.”
With some hesitance, he takes your hand, and despite his best efforts to continue being aloof his scowl has softened. “Alright. Let’s go back to focusing your energy. Copy my movements.”
He enters a more battle-ready stance and you do the same, taking a deep breath. Here we go again. “Feel it in your chest first. Think of something that makes you feel a strong emotion, and focus on that feeling.” You close your eyes, and conjure up something from your not-so-distant past.
That asshole from the coffee shop. Nothing pisses you off like a good old entitled customer, and it seemed to do the trick. Your chest tightens and a sensation begins to grow, full of energy. It’s both hot and cold, soft and sharp, like a thousand needles mixed with a thousand petals all fighting inside you at once.
“Now draw your fist back, and try to concentrate that energy there. When you feel ready, hit me.” That surprises you as he hadn’t given you a target before, especially not himself.
“Won’t I hurt you?”
“No, I’ll focus my cursed energy to negate any damage you could do. Which won’t be much.” Ouch, rude. He’s still pretty rough around the edges, and you’ve noticed he’s pretty easy to irritate. It’s a shame, you thought he could be pretty cute if it weren’t for his rudeness.
You shake your mind of any excess feelings and focus on pulling your cursed energy to your fist for strength, and your shoulder to be able to throw a good punch. Steady… steady… now!
CRACK
“FUCKKKKKK!!”
You recoil physically, holding your injured hand and hissing in pain. “Great, now you’ve done it. C’mon.” Clearly you didn’t hear him, too focused on staring at your probably-broken hand and wailing about the whole experience.
You try to quiet down but in your defence, you just broke your actual hand. The knuckles were clearly a bit swollen, a deep bruising was setting in already and you’d managed to skin them a little bit, just to add insult to injury. It hurt more than anything you’d felt in a good long time, and you'd soon come to realise that this was normal for sorcerers.
“It wasn’t bad for your first punch.”
Did you just hear that right? Did… did Fushiguro just say something nice to you? Wow. Maybe there’s hope for your friendship yet.
“Oh, thanks? I think I overdid it a bit though..” You grimace as you try to move your fingers, assessing the damage. It was pretty bad but apparently Shoko could use a reversed cursed technique to heal most things, so it would be easy for her. You hoped the process wouldn’t hurt anymore.
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After arriving at the infirmary, Shoko took one look at your hand and shook her head. “Fushiguro, you pushed her too hard.” He scowled and put his hands in his pockets, back to his usual brooding self.
“It was Gojo-sensei’s idea, not mine.” Shoko tsks disapprovingly and shakes her head, turning her attention back to you. She’s completely unsurprised at how hard they’d pushed you on your first day, after all Gojo had come to yap her ear off about his newest student a few weeks ago.
“I can fix you up just fine, although the surface damage will take about a day or two to clear up,” She explains, wrapping your knuckles and hand with a protective bandage. “Don’t take this off ‘til tomorrow alright?”
As she spoke she used her reversed cursed technique to fix your hand, and you gasped at how normal it felt in just a few seconds. “That’s magical. What!?” You could scarcely believe it, this was next level wizardry to you, what do you mean this woman had healing powers?!
That might have been the first thing you’d actually been excited over since you’d arrived. Miracles do happen.
“You should be good to go now, just don’t throw anymore punches like that.” Shoko pats your shoulder and you stand up, grinning.
“Thanks. That’s really cool.” Shoko waves you off idly and you take your leave. At some point Fushiguro must have left, because as you poke your head out the door you can’t see him anywhere.
Rude. You thought about looking for him, but you figured breaking your hand was probably a sign to stop training for today. In that case, you didn’t really need to find him. May as well head back to your dorm. What a day…
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The following days continued in the same sort of pattern, you’d train your body to become stronger and more capable of handling such raw power, and gradually you began to feel a bit more normal about it all.
Sure you weren’t ecstatic about basically training to become a human weapon, but it was a big step up from how you used to live. You still complained a lot about all the training though, much to Fushiguro’s annoyance.
A few days after breaking your hand, you received a sword from Gojo to try out instead. “You’ve got the body of a normal human, no way you can keep up with your cursed energy just yet. Use this for now and tell me how you get on with it, ‘kay?”
The blade was thin, slightly curved, and razor sharp. It glistened a beautiful metallic silver, decorated with inscribed flourishes and symbols. The blade was slightly wider than average, resembling a seax or knife more than a typical katana-style blade. Even the hilt was a bit unusual for a wakizashi, it was longer and quite ornate, wrapped in comfortable black fabric.
It was beautiful, to put it bluntly, and the craftsmanship was truly something to behold. You took it gratefully, giving it a few swings. It felt good in your hand, nicely weighted and balanced. Admittedly you were excited to use it for real, against a proper opponent.
Oh how you would soon come to regret that wish, as it would be granted far sooner than you were prepared for.
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One month had passed since you had come to live at Jujutsu Tech, and you were growing fonder by the day. Today would be different though, as you were going to be sent on your very first ‘excursion’ with Fushiguro.
“A cursed object? What’s that?”
“They can be anything, just like your weapon they scale in power - this particular one happens to be special grade.” You bring your hand to your chin, deep in thought. Why on earth would a school keep something like that if it was so dangerous?
As if reading your mind, Gojo laughed. “It does seem weird for a school to have one, but if sealed properly they do a good job of warding away lower cursed spirits. This one cannot fall into the wrong hands though, so I’m trusting the two of you to find it and bring it back to the college.”
And like that, you found yourself on your way to a very ordinary looking high school. If you hadn’t dropped out, you’d probably have been in one very similar to this.
The car ride over was pretty boring, Fushiguro didn’t speak to you much in favour of scrolling on his phone. He seems to do that a lot when he’s irritated, is he annoyed that you’re coming with him? You really hope not, it felt this past month that you guys were actually kind of becoming friends.
It’s… a picture of a dog? One of those silly looking ones, where the camera is far too warped so the nose looks huge. It’s so out-of-character for him that you just burst out laughing, and he seems a little relieved.
“That’s so stupid, I had no idea you had a silly side Fushiguro.” His cheeks turn the slightest shade of red and he immediately takes his phone back.
“I’m not silly. I’m never silly. Shut up.” You chuckle and pull out your phone, opening up your contacts. This seemed like a great opportunity to do something you’d been putting off for a while now.
“Whilst you’ve got your phone out, can I have your number? It’d be good to have a way to contact you if we’re going to be on missions together. Or ‘excursions’ as Gojo likes to call them…” You roll your eyes thinking of the audacity of that man.
Whilst you two were going to look for some dangerous object, he was out somewhere on a mission of his own. Probably just sightseeing and collecting trinkets. Asshole.
“I guess that’s fine. Don’t go spamming me all the time though.” He takes your phone to add his number, and as soon as he hands it back, the car comes to a smooth stop.
“Ah, we’ve arrived. Let’s go.”
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You start your search at a side entrance, and Fushiguro tells you to keep an eye out for any cursed energy with ‘bad vibes’. You admire his ability to dumb things down to a level where you can understand them, you’re still a rookie after all.
‘Miyagi Prefectural Sugisawa Third High School.’ You read the sign as the two of you walk in silence, and your brain begins imagining what life would have been like if you’d continued going.
Due to unforeseen circumstances regarding your parents, you made the tough decision to drop out before your final year, just before you turned 18. You needed a full-time job to support yourself, and as a result you never got to finish your education. Thinking about it almost makes Jujutsu Tech feel like a fresh start. Almost.
“They’re keeping a cursed object here? In a place like this? Could they be any more stupid?” Fushiguro voices his thoughts aloud, leading the both of you to a very plain looking cabinet in the field.
“Seems a bit too good to be true if you ask me.” You respond, approaching the box. You hang back at the last second though, sudden nerves sprouting inside you. Maybe you’ll just let him deal with looking inside.
He slowly opens it up, and you hear him make a slightly surprised sound, and then began frantically digging inside the box. “What, is it not there? Let me see that.” You shove him aside slightly and the two of you scan the entire interior of the box, even searching around and under it, but to no avail.
“Well now what?? It has to be here somewhere!” Fushiguro stares at you with annoyance, and you notice his hand on his hip. Makes him look a bit fruity. Huh.
“I’ll call Gojo-sensei and update him…” He states, and pulls out his phone.
“There’s nothing here.”
“What?”
“The Stevenson screen’s empty.” Fushiguro looks irritated to say the least.
“For real? That’s hilarious. Maybe it went for a midnight stroll?” You recognise Gojo’s sarcastic voice even over the phone, and his lack of seriousness starts to annoy you as well.
“I’ll punch you.” He deadpans. Seems like he isn’t getting any useful answers after all… great.
“Well, no going home until it’s recovered. Bye-” Fushiguro cuts him off by hanging up and turns to you.
“Next time I see him I’m gonna punch him… Anyway, we need to keep looking. Don’t stray far.” You nod in agreement and continue following him, scanning the area all the while for cursed energy in the air.
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After a lot more looking around, the day drags on and the school becomes less populated. Fushiguro has taken his jacket off to blend in a bit better, and you follow suit. Feeling a bit useless, you offer to carry his jacket for him. It’s basically all you could do at this point.
Suddenly a shiver runs across your back and chills you, and you point to a nearby P.E field. “Hey, I think there’s something weird going on over there.” Without waiting for him, you march over to investigate.
“Hm. Cursed spirit, maybe 2nd grade?” You physically recoil as you watch it slip through the dirt and then emerge, climbing a pole. It looks awful, massive teeth, 4 eyes, what a disgusting creature! It doesn’t seem to bother Fushiguro though, as he just stands there to observe with his hands in his pockets.
“This really is a pain. It feels close but could really be anywhere. There’s no proper way to pin it down.” He groans in annoyance, checking his phone again. You were beginning to feel the same way to be frank. It was a huge pain wandering around like this with no leads.
“Maybe we should head closer to the main building. Could a student have picked it up?”
He furrows his brow, hand on chin, thinking. “Maybe. Worth a shot at least. Let’s try-” He’s cut off by a crowd yelling, and the two of you walk over to the source. The group is rustling about some boy, you think? Taking on some sort of sports challenge.
You root yourself next to the dark haired boy and peer out, to see what all the fuss is about. A boy wearing a yellow hoodie emerges - he must be ‘Itadori’, the one everyone is yelling and chanting about.
Well, that was a shock and a half. He threw the ball so hard it broke a metal goal. Wow. “Good god, what do they feed kids these days?” You mutter, struggling to comprehend whatever you’ve just seen. Kid probably isn’t the right word though, he looks to be about the same age as you.
You hear your classmate mumble something about that Itadori guy but you’re not really listening, instead you’re trying to follow the whiff of cursed energy you just detected. Frustratingly, you can’t pinpoint it to a single student. Typical.
Ouch, what the hell was that? The boy from earlier suddenly runs away, probably late for something but as he passes you you feel it - a major surge of energy, enough to give you a minor headache and fading vision for just a moment.
You turn to Fushiguro but he’s already felt it, and he looks at you with a wide-eyed expression. “That was definitely it, wasn’t it?” You ask, worriedly.
“Yeah. Hey, you- wait-!!” He calls after the boy but he’s long gone, and you add superhuman speed to his list of rapidly growing feats.
“Who the hell is that guy?” A nice crease forms in your brow, can normal humans move like that? He has to have the cursed object on him, it’s the only option. Both you and Fushiguro are having the same thought - you need to follow that guy, or else he could be in grave danger.
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You ended up following him to a hospital, arriving just in time to hear that his granddad just died. Could this situation get any worse?
“If I don’t stop him now, people will die, Y/n. Just wait here.” He whispers back, and steps forward into the light. You can only meagerly follow him, an apologetic look on your face. Poor guy… this is the last thing he ought to be dealing with.
“Itadori Yuji, right?” He steps out fully now. “I am Fushiguro from Jujustu Tech, I need to have a word with you right now.” He ushers Itadori to a far corner of the room, and you foresee this ending badly for all involved.
“Um, I’m kinda in mourning right now?”
“I’m sorry but this really can’t wait.” He pulls out his phone and shows Itadori the image of the cursed object. “This. You have this. You need to give it to me right now. It’s exceptionally dangerous.” His voice is quite serious, even for him.
“Ohh, that. Yeah I did find it, but my senpai quite liked it so I gave it to her. What do you mean ‘dangerous’?” Fushiguro then gives him quite a chilling speech on cursed objects and their influence on humanity, involving lovely topics such as death and missing persons.
It does a good job at giving Itadori a grasp on how dire the situationship is though, even though he seemed skeptical of them at first. He begins to walk away after tossing the box to Fushiguro, but a panicked expression floods his face and he grabs the other boy, shaking him.
“Where are the contents?! Hand it over before people die!”
“I told you, my upperclassman has it. Come to think of it, they were thinking of removing the seal from it tonight.” Your heart sinks. Despite your little knowledge on the subject, you know that’s bad. Really bad.
“Huh? Is that bad?”
“Really bad. They’re going to die.”
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