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How many schools did you transfer to already? ten? Or was it twelve? Honestly you couldn't remember, but this school one was already looking like another number added to the list.
Jujutsu High they called it? What a weird ass name with weird ass people, at least it was in Tokyo.
You recalled arriving on campus and meeting principal Masa-something-something you couldn't remember. What you did remember however was his pet panda rolling around everywhere outside, that did give you a good kick. Apparently having pandas as pets were a thing now.
Your fellow students were whatever. Most of them stayed out of the way giving you wary looks like you were some exotic animal. Or maybe it was also because of the way you wore your uniform. Jeez you hated how tight the jacket was, you opted to keep the top half unbuttoned giving your chest some breathing room while also giving the boys something to look at. They were so easy to entertain.
Normally you'd get in a fight on the first day of school, usually with some boy trying to ask you out. Unfortunately you wouldn't get the privilege this time around.
-o-o-o-o-
"Ah! You must be the new transfer! Everyone we have a new student joining us this year. This is..."
Your new "teacher" abruptly stops beside you sticking his arms out like he was presenting you like some trophy. You give the man a once over with furrowed brows. He was tall too tall, black hair tied into a man bun leaving a thin strand drooping over his forehead barely hiding the gnarly scar across his head. muscular too. You would've called him handsome if he was maybe fifteen years younger.
Looking across the classroom, everyone was staring at you waiting... why was it so silent?
"Oh." You look back at your teacher then back at the class.
"Y/N"
"It's nice to meet you y/n! Please you can have have that empty seat over there by Megumi."
You give one final nod before making your way to the back of the classroom. With eyeballs still trained on you, you settle on the desk besides "Megumi" taking note of how some of the male students scoffed with jealousy. You also took note at how Megumi barely even looked your way with complete zero interest. His arm was propped up resting his cheek on his fisted hand, he looked over you once, nodded and looked away. You liked him already.
Your classes were boring, terribly boring. You either scrolled around on your phone that you secretly snuck into school or you silently terrorized some random student with your eraser shavings. The students here were dreadfully boring, sure there were some special ones, like this one annoying student with pink hair running around in the hallways, he was probably running late to get in line for lunch or something. Some of the older students tried their hands at plucking you like a flower, but you basically warded them all off with a flip of a finger.
You found yourself a nice silent spot away from the the smelly musk of students by the cafeteria. You had a nice view of... a wall and the canopies of trees just on the other side. Crouching down into the shade, you pull out a pack of cigarettes flipping it open and lighting one. The air was nice, the sun shined bright nearly blinding your eyes as you looked up. Flicking the cigarette back and forth around your finger you take a long drag before blowing the hot smoke out watching it hit the wall and bounce back into your face inviting you to inhale its intoxicating air of death. The smoke danced around you floating and spiraling wherever they pleased. They were free.
The toxic smoke had engrossed you to the point that you didn't realize the weight of the cigarette on your finger had suddenly disappeared.
"Smoking is bad for you, ya know?"
You jolt in a panic shifting your body away from the voice. "What the fuck?!"
"You also shouldn't be swearing at least not in school sweety."
It takes several hard blinks to focus on the subject in front of you as the sun from above shone down creating a menacing silhouette of its body. It was a man of course it was, His white hair blended with the sun's rays as his mesmerizing sky blue eyes bore into your soul. His freakish smile forced every atom inside of you to stand up alert. Just another creepy guy, that's all.
"How about you mind your damn business!" You get up hoping that the white haired man wasn't actually as tall as he looked, but you were wrong. In fact you looked even smaller standing up in front of him, but if this was meant to scare you, he had to try harder. Picking up your bag you took a sharp 180 waltzing out of the alleyway. "Creep."
-o-o-o-o-
"Give me another run down for me Yaga."
"I gave you all the details you needed earlier this morning Satoru." The principal scoffs pushing his glasses back into place.
"I know, I just want to make sure I didn't miss anything."
"Tch. Alright fine." Yaga gets up with a broken screech of the chair pulling out a tan folder from the metal shelf hugging the wall before sitting back down only to hear a second screech break the silence.
"Let's see here. Y/N, L/N. Born in Tokushima, she practically travelled across the entire country with the amount of times she transferred schools. She is a delinquent who mostly got into altercations with other students which often led to violent fights. Only recently has she acquired a short history of theft along with possession of drugs. Her worst crime was probably the theft of a faculty member's vehicle. Police pursued her for over thirty minutes before she crashed totaling the vehicle." Yaga takes a deep sigh. "Do you really want me to keep going?"
"Of course, we haven't even gotten to the interesting part."
"There's nothing else interesting of note on here Gojo."
"Just keep going."
"Okay uhmm, she would have served some time in juvenile detention but her parents basically bailed her out every time."
"Uh huh and what happened to her mom again?"
"Jesus Gojo why do you have to say it like that?"
"What? I was just asking a question."
"She passed away last year, cause of death unknown. The date also lines up with y/n's history of theft and possession of drugs. An interesting way of coping I suppose."
"And the father?"
He's been out of the country for over half a year. President of some tech company I believe, we couldn't get a hold of him after getting y/n transferred to Jujutsu high. And no, before you ask she has no immediate family members left to contact." Principal Yaga closes the folder setting it flat on the desk. "That's all."
Gojo stood there in silence looking out the office window watching the students exit the campus for today, some stuck around mingling in their neat little circles, but one stood out in the corner of his gazing eyes. You sauntered out the gates, earbuds glued to your ears, eyes straight ahead with deadly purpose. He wondered what was truly going on in that little head of yours.
A lot of the students here looked the same, same makeup, same personalities, same clothing styles, but you? You carved your own path. He remembered encountering you alone behind the cafeteria taking that long drag, if you weren't such an ass he would've called you cute, but his dick thought otherwise with the way you were so startled when you noticed him. So vulnerable.
And the way your eyes met his, oh yes, there was so much history behind those eyes and he wanted to unravel it all. Was it the loss of a loved one that did it, or was it worse? Did someone hurt you? Physically? Mentally? Oh he wanted to know so bad so that he could fix you and break you again.
"What a terrible upbringing you have had sweety. Don't you worry I'll fix you right up."
"What was that?"
"Oh, I said can you fix up another copy for me?"