#cursed users

Geto looks completely relaxed as he walks. 

"Let her go."

The words are spoken with very little emotion.

The monster holding the little girl just tilts its head with a wider grin.

"Get to-"

You skate forward, and it moves to jump back. The second it turns, your hand goes into its gut. The shock is clear on its face, as well as the trembling girl. It's only a matter of seconds before it vanishes in thin air. The girl drops from its hold, and you catch her, whipping the blood off your hand.

"You're safe."

She's sobbing, and you hold her tight as you jump from the window of the building. You aren't sure where she'd gotten taken from, so you move to the police station. After a few calls, her parents were racing into the precinct looking frantic and deprived of sleep. You smile at the reunion. It's obvious they'd been searching tirelessly since she left their sight.

"Arigatou!!"

They both bow.

You do the same, waving at the girl as they exit. Rolling your arm, you walk out. It'll be quite a trip back to your house. You'd made the journey on impulse. The next train to your place wouldn't be for about another hour. Sighing, you walk up the hill.

"You're stronger than I gave you credit for." The voice makes you jump, and you backtrack. A man lands before you, hands in his pockets.

"How would you like to put those abilities to better use?" You swallow. The male standing in front of you exudes power. You can practically see it.

"From your cursed energy, I don't think I have much of a choice." In battle, it's clear he'd win easily. That doesn't mean you wouldn't put up a fight.

"Who are you?"

The least he can do is tell you that.

He holds out a hand for you with a cocky smile.

"Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you."

Yeah, this one would be trouble.

~Present~

"You really need to stop leaving your door unlocked (Y/N)-san."

You shriek, and the second you see that head of white hair, you blush.

"G-Gojo-sensei!!"

"Hey, no need for the Sensei, how many times do I have to tell you."

"H-Hai!"

You were still bowing and Gojo sweat drops.

"I guess that's expecting too much."

He leans against your wall.

"I heard what happened with the special grade." His head is turned in the direction of your bandaged arm. You hide it behind your back.

"I'm okay. I let my guard down. It won't happen again. You would have never made that mistake. I apologize for disappointing you Sensei."

Gojo doesn't say anything.

"She's been this way since that day.."

Although your meeting was abrupt, when he'd explained his interest in your abilities and his cause, you joined without a second thought. He's taken you under his wing. That was just a few years ago. Now here you stood, an upstanding jujutsu sorcerer. You never once questioned his methods of training. Not after the mistake you'd made in a prior case. You did everything to the best of your ability. Suffered every trial without complaint. You were a model student. A part of him had taken you up because he saw something familiar in your eyes. Something that he used to see in himself.

It was weird, the both of you were nothing alike. Yet here he was, looking in on you.

"You'd never disappoint me (Y/N)." He sounds serious now, and you lift your head.

"I'm glad you're okay." Your eyes light up.

"Sensei..."

He can see your eyes watering and he pats your head.

"Alright, alright calm down."

"I can't, Sensei is just so amazing!" You continue to bawl. Gojo looks away.

"I'm not that great."

You wipe your eyes.

"What do you mean? You even took a weakling like me under your wing. So noble!"

Gojo uses his thumb to slide under his blindfold. When he pulls it down, all you can do is stare. The brightness emitted from those orbs always catch you off guard.

"You should be careful of the praise you give me, especially when you're so adorably defenseless." His tone seems a bit different, and the hand on your head slides to your cheek. You aren't sure what to say.

"S-Sensei..?"

You aren't sure what's really happening right now.

Something in his eyes changes, and he retreats. He takes a step back, pulling up his blindfold.

"Well, I should get going. See ya!" He sounds like his old peppy self. All you do is stare when he walks out the door.

You touch your cheek.

"What...was that just now?"

A memory filters through.

One you thought you'd forgotten.

"Are you done?"

Picking yourself off the ground, you hold your stomach.

"It's been three hours, how does he still have so much energy?" You grunt at the pain racking through your body.

"How long will it be until my body gives out."

You were at the edge of both stamina and cursed energy. If he were to land a blow right now, you'd be done.

"I guess that's it." His words feel mocking.

You bit your lip.

"Don't look down on me!!"

It was infuriating. He knew his power, and he never failed to flaunt it in front of your face. You flinch when he's suddenly right in front of you. The best you can do is protect your face. A head shot would guarantee his victory.

Instead of taking the opening, his palm lands on your cheek.

"That loss was not your fault."

Your eyes shake, and Gojo watches the tears that slowly make their way down your cheeks. You clenched your fists as the droplets hit the ground.

"I should have known..it didn't make sense why she was out there all alone. H-He killed her and then took the shape of her body to trick her parents." You whimpered, lips quivering.

"I should have paid closer attention. We were both reckless. You did what you thought was right."

It doesn't feel that way. You can't get the image of the happy family out of your head. Both parents had been killed by the hands of a talented cursed user who manipulated the entire thing.

You feel your knees go weak, and Gojo supports you as you lean on him, crying.

He's always been good at helping you through pain. It's possible that he's been through so much that he knows just what to say. That day, it was the point you realized just how incredible Gojo was. Since then you'd done nothing but put your absolute faith in him. Both as a mentor and a friend.

The next morning you're on your way back to your class. Unlike Gojo you actually tried to do the job you were being paid for. Training the students of Jujutsu Tech feels like you're calling. Something you wouldn't have been introduced to if not for Gojo. You're grateful to him for much more than just training experience. The day seems to go by without error. You're almost sad when the day is over. Packing up your things, you begin making your way out of the room. You're not surprised when you turn and see Gojo at the entrance of your class. He waves.

"Yo."

You smile.

"How are your students Gojo-sensei?"

"When are you going to drop the sensei (Y/N)-san?" He sounds like a child and you giggle.

"It feels a bit disrespectful to call you anything else. What would you prefer?" You'll probably still address him the way you always have regardless of his request.

"How about, lover."

You're still smiling, because you haven't internalized what he just said. It takes a while. The realization is slow, and your eyes widen. You drop the bag in your hand in shock. It doesn't even hit the floor. Gojo is at your side in a blink, and he grabs the strap. You just gape.

"L-L-L-Lover!!"

"Was I unclear?"

He placed the bag down on the desk, and you backed up waving your hands.

"A-Are you feeling okay! Did Nanami give you some spoiled tea or something!! S-Sen-" You barely process much, because now your back is pressed onto your table. You're lying down, and Gojo is standing above, slipping between your parted legs as he places his hands on the sides of your head. You can't get a word out.

"Stop calling me Sensei."

He doesn't appear angry, but that sounds like an order.

"You're not a student. Stop belittling your abilities. I didn't train you for your praise (Y/N). Nor am I protective of you because I'm the one who brought you into this situation. I treasure you, more than my own life."

Your orbs shake with every honest confession.

"Stop undermining my feelings for you by putting up a false barrier of a teacher-student relationship."

It's hard to deny, but he's right. You've held feelings for him for so long, but a part of you has made sure to keep those thoughts at the very back of your mind. In your line of work, death was usually a guarantee. It was foolish to pursue any kind of relationship when you know any day you could die, or he could.

"W-What am I supposed to do!" You're yelling at him. You don't ever want to have to deal with the pain of losing anyone again.

"Trust that you're strong enough, that we both are." You sniffle, rubbing your cheeks.

"Y-You're the strongest Gojo." You're still somewhat sobbing, but Gojo smiles.

"That's the first time she's used my name."

"I know I am. "

There's that arrogance. You giggle softly.

"Then I guess we don't have to worry about anything."

"You don't. Because if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I'll kill them myself."

He won't let harm come to you.

At the very beginning it was quite difficult to keep up with Nanami. But using your cursed energy rather than stifling it was really working in your favor.

“Would you like to come in and have something to drink?” You open the door, and he steps inside.

“This is the first time I’ve been to your house.”

“Ah, I guess you’re right. I’m so used to Gojo just popping up. It’s almost weird to invite people in. I sort of expect everyone to break in the way he does.” You chuckle. Moving to the kitchen, you grab two bottles of water, tossing one for him. He caught it easily.

“He managed to convince you to become a sorcerer. I’m curious as to how he went about that.”

Not exactly a topic you loved to discuss. He could tell just by looking at you. That gaze was no longer as light as a few moments ago.

“Let’s just say when Gojo found me I was in a very different place. I told myself that I was fine either way. Living or dying. But when faced with the actual chance of death, I was scared. I was stupid, childish back then. After that I promised myself one thing, I’d live. As long as I had the will to fight I would. I want whatever fate awaits me in the future to have meaning. That’s all.”

Nanami just removed his glasses.

“I suppose as annoying as he is, he does have insight that we often don’t see."

He really did.

“It’s a bit annoying.” You laugh.

“Is that why you’re both so close?”

“Close? I wouldn’t say that.”

“Is that so? Aren’t you dating?”

“That asshole!! I told him to stop spreading that rumor!!”

He did it on purpose, he just loved making you miserable.

“You have no interest in him.” You blink.

“What’s with all the questions?”

This was starting to feel like an interrogation.

“You’re evading the question.”

Flushing, you point at him.

“Y-You’re one to talk about evading. Every time I ask you something you just give me some bluff, or follow up all your compliments with a ‘I’m just stating facts.” You mock.

“So what would you suggest?”

“You’re a grown man, why are you asking me!!”

It felt like you were surrounded by children.

“You say that but you don’t treat me the way you would any other man. The same goes for Gojo.”

“What are you going on about?” He placed the bottle on the table, and you paused.

"You are a young woman living on her own. Reasonably, it would make very little sense to welcome me into your home when you’re unaware of my intentions."

“Intentions?”

You mean to question further, but he approaches. You assume it is to elaborate, but the closer he gets, the faster your heart goes.

“Why am I..”

He wasn’t wearing his glasses either. So it’s easier to read his expression. He’s standing right in front of you now.

“Are you still going to feign obliviousness?”

Somehow you get it, all that he’s been saying. You’d taken the fact that Nanami was a sorcerer for granted. Naturally you saw no threat. But this wasn’t the kind of danger you were used to.

“Do you understand?”

It feels like you’ve just been pierced. Those olive orbs studying you so closely. You can barely get out a word. Nanami doesn't make a move to get closer. He doesn’t have to.

“Please be more aware.”

It sounds like a remark out of concern. He moves to turn and walk off, but you grab at the sleeve of his suit jacket, and he stops. At first he can’t make out your face, it’s shielded by your hair, but when you look up, he’s taken aback by your bashful expression.

“H-How can you say something like that and just walk away. You don’t see me as a woman either.”

It’s clear to him, the cherry shade of your cheeks. Nanami turns back.

“Are you giving me permission to do as I please?”

You swallow. Your eyes tremble, and he moves forward. You’re a bit shocked at how desperate it feels when his lips finally collide. Your grip on his coat tightens, and your knees almost buckle when his tongue swipes your lower lip. There’s a soft sound that leaves your throat, and Nanami takes another step, and your back hits the wall. The action has you light headed.

You barely process his tongue slipping through until you feel it touch your own. You moan, and he pins your arms. To say this was sudden is an understatement. Nanami is quite experienced it seems, or maybe he’s just naturally talented at everything he does. He lets up to give you a chance to gather your breath. You’re panting. He still has your hands bound, and you’re dazed. Nanami licks his lips.

“I did warn you.”

"I guess I should expect this by now, it is high school."

"Are you okay Suno-san?"

"Hai, arigatou (Y/N)-sensei. You really didn't have to get involved. Toshi-sensei said they would just stop on their own." Kneeling down. You pick up her book.

"I know I'm only an assistant teacher here, but that's a load of crap." Her eyes widen at the use of language.

"If they ever give you trouble just let me know. I'll see to it that they have something better to do than harass one of our best students. " Her eyes brightened, and she nodded as you handed her the book.

"A-Arigatou-sensei!!" She took off happily, despite the scuffle with her peers.

It wasn't that long ago that you were in her very position.

Although you were a part of the faculty now, you could still relate to it. Being different and targeted for it. The steady trail of energy that follows her is a bit worrying. When you intervened you didn't feel it, but now you could.

"Cursed energy.."

Just great.

"Gojo will be happy to hear this."

~

"A potential recruit!" He perked up. You nod.

"Akane Suno. Her cursed energy is raw right now. I didn't feel it at all until I got close to her. Some seniors were messing with her. With the right training she can be great. "

"Think of the look on those seniors faces if they knew what she was capable of."

He wasn't wrong. The first thing you did after school ended was head over to Jujutsu Tech. Today wasn't just a regular visit from him. For weeks you'd been pestering him to get you another training partner. He was mostly out on missions, and you didn't want to fall behind. Especially with the recent situation of Sakuna's resurrection.

"Are you ready!!"

You groan. The only problem you truly had was his need to play ridiculous pranks.

"Gojo-san, is this another one of your sick games?" You grumble.

"Eh, I'm offended you would say such a thing."

"Baka."

He just offers a smile.

"Today, you'll be training with Nanami-san. "

"Nanami?"

You heard about him. Up until recently he was just a regular business man. Like most he attended Jujutsu Tech, but navigated to a different route. Only to return.You remember vividly the mocking voice of Gojo when he picked up the phone. Stepping into the building, you frown.

"It's been a while since I've been back here."

You'd just recently been appointed to the position of second grade. Gojo insisted you had potential to do more. A part of you assumes he just liked punching you around. Training with him is the definition of hell. His methods were often childish, and he just had this annoying way of pushing your buttons.

It's that way with almost everyone he interacted with to be honest. Gojo slid the door open, and there he stood. The infamous Nanami Kento. One of the more recent rumors was his ability to use Black Flash. An attack that was envied by many. If you could land something like that, you could make first grade easily.

"Don't have too much fun!" You blink, because he was already gone. You sigh.

"What a nuisance."

"Are you ready?" You blink.

"E-Eh!!"

"We'll start with hand to hand combat. Gojo has said that you're a second grade sorcerer. From the reports I've read on your abilities, you would be a good recommendation for first grade. "

"Ah, t-thank you. "

"I'm not complimenting you. Merely stating the facts." You sweatdrop.

"So he's one of the blunt ones. "

Of course. You'd read up on his profile. The only reason he came back was truly due to boredom. At least that's how it sounds.

"Let's begin."

"W-Wait a second!" You barely have a chance to drop your bag, because he's already rushing at you.

~Ten minutes Later~

You spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping your chin.

"He's landed every hit and he doesn't even have his blade. I'm barely keeping up with his speed as it is."

"Are you already at your limit?" You grit your teeth.

"Gojo insisted that we trained without weapons to get you more equipped in handling combat situations. But if you aren't going to take this seriously, then I may have to force you."

Narrowing your eyes, you brace.

"What the hell are you talking about? I've been going non stop since we started. "

"We're less than twelve minutes in, if that is your limit, then you have no place being a jujutsu sorcerer. "

You snarl.

"You're one to talk. Weren't you a lowly business man!" It was irritating the way he was over here lecturing you when he had no clue of all you'd done to get to this point.

"Your speciality is endurance. "

His assessment makes you stiff. Pushing up his glasses, he straightened from his bent position.

"Aside from what has been presented by Gojo, I know all of your strengths and weaknesses from the school's database. Your weapon of choice is a sword, but you don't truly need that particular weapon. I've been watching every attack you've countered. Not to mention track the flow of your cursed energy. It is very low right now. Initially I thought you weren't very skilled at producing it, but that's quite the opposite."

"The hell.."

You'd been fighting for such a short time and he'd already figured it out.

"You have an abundance of cursed energy, not to mention an alarming amount of control when applying it. You've been sparing with me to read my patterns and attacks. You're marking my flow to establish a base so when I tire, you can fully release your own."

"I knew I should have been more weary."

He fixed his tie.

"It's a clever tactic, but you'd be more effective putting your immense flow to better use. I don't think you do it because it's strategically efficient. You're afraid of your own power, so you never exceed a certain amount. That fear is what will keep you from moving forward. Our lesson today is done."

He just turned, walking off.

"W-Wait I-I.."

What could you say? The door closed, and your shoulders sagged.

"Is he...right?"

Gojo said something quite the same when you first met. Now you feel as though you understood. There was no way to get strong if you were afraid of the very power you were trying to obtain. Kneeling, you just picked up your bag, exiting.

The day felt like a complete waste. Now standing in your apartment, you twirl the chain around your neck as you stand in your kitchen. It was hard to focus. Nanami's words wouldn't leave you.

"Was Nanami too hard on you yesterday, I'll need to have a talk with him." You jumped at his sudden appearance.

"What did I tell you about just showing up!! What if I were naked!"

"Then it would indeed be a treat."

"DIE!"

Gojo folds his arms.

"Did you take a hit?"

He must have been referring to your bandaged arm.

"I'm fine."

You reached over, unwrapping the gauze, and Gojo smirked when it dropped to the floor. There was no sign of a wound.

"Your healing has gotten much better."

"Yeah well l think after all the beatings I got from you my body has learned to adapt to anything."

"You're welcome."

"I wasn't thanking you!!"

He smiled nonetheless, walking over to you. You hate when he just drops by your house casually, but you couldn't exactly keep him out. You lift your eyes from your spot leaned on the wall.

"You have a lot of potential, but you have to chase after it. If you limit your power, then you limit your progress. "

"I know."

At the end of the day, you knew he just wanted to help you.

"Besides, I can't have my girlfriend being weak." He winked.

You flush.

"I-I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"

"Above."

You jump off the roof, and when you swing the blade, a mass of energy escapes. The blue flames rush forward, straight at the deformed creature. With a screech, its body is hit, engulfed by the energy, just as your blade cuts right through it.

You land on solid ground below, nodding at Nanami.

"I'd merely been bluffing about my knowledge on her energy's flow. But I may have been right. She's shot out five of those at equal strength and she still looks unaffected. "

Nanami appreciated being paired with someone of equal caliber every once in a while. More often than not he got stuck with the sorcerers that were available, which meant he spent more time ensuring that they came back unharmed. He'd been worried about the same when you both were appointed. More and more it was happening. You took his lecture to heart, now it seems like you're much more confident in your way of dispensing cursed energy.

"That's the last one."

Nanami lowered his blade as he jumped down to meet you. When he lands, you sheath your sword.

"Sorry about that. I know it was first grade, but I think I overdid it."

"No, that was the right amount. In battle we have very little time to think of how much is appropriate. There will be times where overdoing it could mean the difference to life or death. Trust your instincts. Your body is not the same as mine, your limits have yet to be established."

"Thanks."

"I'm simply stating a fact."

A bead of sweat ran down your head.

"I hate when he does that."

The guy was so unreadable.

"We should get back. I'm sure Gojo has more secret missions for us.

Secret meaning assignments he was too lazy to handle so he sprung it on you or his students. He really had no shame.

"The number of cursed spirits is increasing and Gojo is running around doing who knows what." you mutter.

It was unnerving to say the least.

"He is not known for his reliability in sharing his plans. "

Nanami's right. He just did what he wanted. You know the only reason he's still a part of the school is because he's powerful. The higher ups may have been arrogant, but they weren't stupud.

Above everything, Gojo is an asset.

Even if he was absent the majority of the time.

~~~

When you get back, it's to speak with the Principal about Suno. The earlier she was recruited into the school, the better. With her powers growing, it would be bad if she unintentionally hurt someone, or herself. There's no doubt she'll start seeing spirits soon. It wasn't exactly great to deal with things you couldn't explain.

To your surprise, things might be moving more smoothly than you thought.

"(Y/N)-sensei?!!"

"Eh? S-Suno-san!!"

She is at Jujutsu Tech. Not just that, but she is wearing the uniform. Gojo was standing behind her waving happily.

"(Y/N)-chan~"

You frown, running up you fired a kick right at his face. Of course it didn't land.

"You sneaky bastard you could have told me!!"

You kept punching the barrier, and Nanami sweatdropped.

"A-Ano, (Y/N)-sensei." You stopped turning to her.

"I-I don't really understand this whole sorcerer thing, but Gojo-sensei says I can be strong. He says I can protect people. Just like the way you've always done for me. I-I'd like the opportunity to try. "

The determination was clear on her face. You were relieved that not only was she taking this extremely well, but she wanted to do something good with her recent discovery. A part of you had planned to train her in secret and when she was strong enough to advise her to move far away from Gojo's grumby paws. He really was a menace sometimes.

"Principal Yaga has already accepted her. "

Doesn't look like you have much of a say in it. You smile at her.

"Just be careful okay. Gojo here is a dumbass. "

"That's a cruel way to talk to your boyfriend."

"YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!"

Man this guy pissed you off.

Suno smiles.

"Hai, I'll be careful. Thank you (Y/N)-sensei!!"