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during their first year, it was seldom that she allowed the boys in her room. nobara had been born an only child to a young mother, which meant no fostered incentive to actively share toys, clothes, embarassing secrets: her space. enrolling at tōkyō tech, however, trading seemingly endless green in the country with only a view of mount iwate for the glitz and glamour of the city? had changed that. perspective broading, knowledge gaps in jujutsu filling in quickly with progress made under gojō-sensei's surefire tutelage, growing closer to itadori and fushiguro despite showing initial resistance to the prospect of closeness, had changed that. had irrevocably softened nobara to degrees she hadn’t wanted to admit to.

enrolling at tōkyō tech and living in the city unfurled her, opened her up, to the idea of sharing laughter with others, smiles, jokes, life or death experiences — – it fostered sense of belonging in her not readily available in her village where the confines of it felt too small, the scenery too monotonous, the rules too rigid. here … sure: the air was less fresh, but the sights and people were new, and despite every mission being one where her life was pitted against death each time in gamble where it was sometimes hard to discern if one would make it home, it had all been worth it in the end.

it’s the experiences that shape you, that give you room to grow, and she hadn’t felt as though she was growing at all where she’d previously been. watered by her grandmother enough in training and affinity for jujutsu apparent by the years under her tutelage, it was ultimately village life that stifled nobara, made her feel caged in.

curriculum easier on her now, it was a hassle just dredging through school weeks sometimes on days where she had things she’d rather be doing than studying in tōkyō tech’s library, surrounded by books ages older than her grandmother, there where nights she loathed having to stay up late writing a thesis on advanced barrier techniques or whatever. she loved jujutsu, but there where nights she’d rather focus on anything other.

tonight was one of those nights, and during her first year it had been seldom that she allowed the boys in her room: but fushiguro’s room, their usual base of operations, was a no-go this time and … she’d gotten close enough to the both of them, they’d seen enough of her, that she opened up. naturally, her room did too, but she still refused to go into itadori’s —

his decor was still gross. for a change, during her second year, she’s allowing the boys into her room. they could never call her mean or bitchy ever again. for now it was just her and itadori in her dorm, though, because fushiguro was busied with a mission. she’s reading some manga on her bed, completely content when: itadori’s warm body tosses itself against hers, jolts her, and it’s second nature — the way she grumbles because he’d nearly made her lose her page, the way she makes a noise of displeasure, shoving him away slightly, just for some space, to sit up cross-legged on her bed.

her annoyance simmers momentarily, it brews, and then it passes because it’s itadori. this is typical behavior for him and she’s used to it now. she knows him better by now.

“ you don’t think fushiguro would be done early enough to get us a pizza, right? oh, or maybe some hamburg steak and rice? now that i think about it, his phone’s probably off … try calling ichiji-san, it is a weekend after all, maybe he wouldn’t try grabbing us dinner? ”