"Ugh! That lazy albino, where the hell is he and that other guy! I've been waiting here for an hour!"
A smooth voice, filled with annoyance and anger, echoed throughout the empty classroom, wiht only three tables and chairs facing a desk and a board.
Maki clicked her tongue, lifting her slender fingers to take her rimless glasses off, before taking out a wipe cloth and wiping the mist off the lenses.
Maki's face appeared slightly younger, with dull, dark green hair tied in a ponytail. The front of her hair was styled in a side sweep, with a long bang framing her face on the right side.
Strapped to her back was a long spear hidden in a kind of case, a cursed tool that she had taken from the Zenin clan's cursed tool collection, as well as a fist-sized box on the table.
"And why the hell did he tell me to bring this cursed tool into class? Why would someone like him need it?" Looking down at the box on the table, Maki raised her slender eyebrows in confusion.
Step~
Step~
Looking up, Maki glared as the door to the classroom was slid open to the side, with Gojo stepping through, followed by a kid who looked very handsome and fit.
Maki's anger lessened since he didn't want to make a bad impression. She still looked at Gojo with a glare, making the sorcerer chuckle while rubbing the back of his head shyly.
Akira looked around the empty classroom before landing his gaze on Maki. He opened his eyes in surprise, sensing the power of her lean muscles and seeing through her body with a single glance.
'Her bust and hips are not bad... But what's up with her soul? It looks like everyone else, but dim and shallow, as if it's thin,'
Squinting his eyes at Maki, Akira saw through her weakness and soul with a glance. Sensing his focused gaze, Maki looked up, catching his eyes focusing on her.
Maki looked back with a glare, feeling Akira's eyes on her body. But she didn't say anything since she didn't sense any lust or pervertedness in his gaze, instead felt more analytical if anything.
Weird...
"Maki-chan, say hello to your new classmate. His name is Akira Shokotsu, and he is the second student to join this year." Gojo spun around with a grin before coming to a halt, pointing his hands at Akira.
"Yo, nice to meet you," Akira raised a hand in greeting, and Maki nodded at him in return. She was not interested in Akira. Until she knows how tough he is, she is not interested as of yet.
"Seems like the vibe was deprived down a notch by you two... Whatever, since I've already introduced you two, there is nothing left but to teach you both about the basics of the Jujutsu world, especially you, Akira," Gojo pointed at a seat next to Maki, motioning for Akira to sit, who did as he was told.
"Also, you don't need to worry about school anymore since I took the liberty of graduating you and Yuka from high school, meaning you only have College or university left to go to, that is, if you want," Gojo spoke up suddenly, causing Akira's eyes to widen in surprise and pleasure.
"Thanks,"
Akira spoke quietly with gratitude before taking his seat. Even though Gojo seemed unreliable and quirky, it seemed he wasn't as bad as he thought after all.
It's not like school was hard or anything of that nature for Akira. He had already memorised and understood every subject up to university level thanks to the help of his Demon Brain.
For Akira, going to school every day and listening to a teacher who hates his life ramble on and on about mathematics is more of a chore than anything else.
Receiving a free certificate without needing to study for another four years was a truly wonderful opportunity for him.
"Alright, let's get this study session going!" Gojo hyped himself up before clearing his throat for an hour of explaining basic Jujutsu and the hierarchy of the Jujutsu world to Akira.
[Meanwhile...]
In a dark, sealed room, candles were brought in lazily, lighting the square room sealed with sealing tags and ropes. Sitting in the middle of the room on a chair was Yuka, her legs tightly clung to her chest.
She lay her cheek on her knees, her dark eyes cold and filled with worry as she gazed into nothingness. Rika's presence was strong behind her, about to parry with a single command if Yuka wanted.
She had been in this room for almost a whole day. She slept here, she used the bathroom here, and ate food here. She had privacy for herself, of course, but these actions still annoyed her.
She wanted nothing more than to be at Akira's side right now. She hadn't called Rika yet since that white-haired guy was apparently her distant cousin.
And even then, she didn't even care much. Ever since her own parents basically started acting as if she didn't exist in the house, she was no longer concerned for blood relatives.
The only one she cared about now was Akira and Rika. Anyone else can go and fuck themself. But she didn't wanna cause Akira trouble from these weirdos. If not for that, she would have made Rika destroy everything around her.
"Hmm?" Lifting her head in surprise, Yuka suddenly sat up in the chair as she heard a trio of muffled voices outside the sealed room, instantly recognising the voice of Akira.
"That's Akira and Gojo-san, but... Whose that other girl? And why is she walking WITH Akira?" Clenching her slender fingers into a tight fist, Yuka could feel that feeling in her gut bubble over in annoyance.
"Akira wouldn't have gone and become friends with another girl while I was gone, right? Because if he did, I'd have to teach him a lesson as a bad boy," Yuka muttered with a low growl, causing Rika to shiver behind her in fear.
Click!
The door to the room opened, revealing Akira and Gojo, with Maki walking behind them, her arms crossed, and her eyes looking past Akira and Gojo, landing on Yuka.
"What the fuck?!!"
Maki jumped back with wide eyes, her shoulders shaking as an ungodly amount of cursed energy suddenly shot out of Yuka, along with a shadow bubble floating next to her, a creepy pair of sharp teeth floating in that bubble.
"Hoo? She took control of her cursed energy by herself? Loks looks like she is more talented than I thought," Gojo raised his head in surprise. Akira walked in, his eyes soft and eager as he opened his arms, about to embrace Yuka, only for her to dodge him.
"Huh?... Yuka?" Akira looked at Yuka with confusion. She had never dodged a hug from him before... Gojo grinned, leaning against the wall as if watching a great show.
"Who is that girl?" Ignoring Akira's hug, which hurt Yuka more than she wanted to admit, Yuka pointed a finger at Maki, who raised an eyebrow in confusion before Yuka asked Akira.
"Huh? Oh! I see, she is just a classmate, I'll explain to you in a few minutes, but we should get out of this room for now," Smiling, Akira walked forward, and this time Yuka could not dodge again, allowing him to wrap his arms around her slender waist.
"Y-You!..."
Yuka blushed, her face buried in Akira's chest. Her nose flared as she greedily sucked in his smell, recharging her energy after not seeing him for a whole day.
"So good~," Yuka muttered, her arms coming up and hugging Akira back.
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