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“Where’d they find her?”
“Shibuya, behind a school. She was surrounded by cursed energy. Almost drowned in it. . .”
A bloodied body of a high-school girl laid on a brisk, metal table. Her chest moved slowly, shallow breaths escaping her parted lips. Her lips were cracked, as if she had not drunk anything for hours. Her school uniform was ripped and covered in splatters and cuts of blood.
“Is there any history of her?”
“Not that I know of. She looks like an ordinary schoolgirl,” said Yaga. He took another look at the unconscious girl and sighed, “I’ll leave you to heal her, Shoko. Report to me her injuries and how she got them.”
Am I dead? The girl thought. She was in an empty void, her body afloat, no gravity pulling her down. A few moments later, she discovered she had eyes. She glanced around, moving her exposed legs and arms to estimate how much strength she had in this dream.
She tried to recall her last moments before she appeared in this void of no light.
I was in school. . . No, I was leaving school. Three girls. . . Himiko, Junko and Kasumi. They were bullies, they sent a lowerclassman to the hospital once and blamed it on another. I remember they backed me into an alleyway and cut my hair, even my arms and legs. I don’t know what I did to them, but they kept hitting me until I heard nothing but loud rings. I saw black spots appear in my vision until Kasumi grabbed my arm and carved a heart.
Then, something snapped. Like a thin rope that held everything inside my body snapped, and I had no control over my body. It was all a blur, I could hardly remember. . . but I do recollect blood. A lot of blood.
She stopped thinking, she laid her arms out–like a snow angel. She didn’t need to take breaths, she might not even have lungs. Whatever this was, she wanted to leave. She thought this was hell, maybe the girls had killed her. Y/N’s eyelids felt like weights, struggling to keep them open. Then, something odd happened. She fell. She fell, feeling as if her lung and heart lump in her throat. She didn’t have time to register what was going on before she fell on a soft bed of feathers.
No, it wasn’t feathers. Flowers, heads of colorful petals and buds. She felt the petals brush her skin, leaving goosebumps. The smell was intoxicating and strong, floral essence embedded all around her. The darkened void melted into light, where everything was covered with plump roses, bloomed lotus, and lively daffodils. The weight of uncertainty and eeriness was lifted off her chest, drowned in the peace of life around her.
My name is Y/N Hanada.
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“You’re awake. . . quicker than I thought.”
Y/N squinted her eyes at the bright light of the room, blinking rapidly to adjust. A blurry figure leaned over her, she blinked again and her vision came into focus. A girl, around her age stood above her. She had short, brown hair and soft black eyes. She was wearing somewhat of a school uniform, a white coat over it.
“Where am I?” Y/N asked, her voice raspy and quiet.
“Jujutsu High. Currently in the infirmary ward,” said the teenage girl. She was taking off her plastic gloves and sighed, “Your name is Y/N Hanada, correct?”
“Yes,” Y/N nods hesitantly. She wondered if she was in a hospital, but the girl told her she was at a high school? Y/N shifted around on the table, before gathering her strength to lift herself up. She looked down at her body and realized that she was naked, only covered by a thin blanket. Y/N quickly pulled the blanket over her chest and blushed a radiant red. “Who are you? What am I doing here?”
The girl gave a weird smile. “My name is Shoko Ieiri. I’m a first-year student here at Tokyo Jujutsu High. You are here because you have a dangerously amount of cursed energy connected to you.”
Y/N gave her a concerned look, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed. “What?”
Shoko sighed, “You are cursed, Y/N Hanada. Have you seen anything that you can’t explain?”
Y/N sat uncomfortably on the table and began to think. Of course, she has seen things, she just didn’t want to think about it. She was already the weird one in the school, she didn’t want to push it upon herself. Those times when she felt something was watching her, the times where she’d see eyes and blobs of human parts in darkened alleyways. . .
“I–I have,” Y/N mumbled quietly. Shoko looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “But, I thought I was just hallucinating. They’re not real, right?”
“Oh, they’re real,” Shoko answered simply, confirming Y/N’s false hallucinations. “They’re called cursed spirits, beings born of negative emotions. Honestly, you had so much cursed energy that Satoru and Suguru thought you were a cursed spirit and nearly killed you.”
Y/N tensed at the word ‘kill’. So, she was nearly murdered. Twice. By the girls and by two random people she doesn’t even know. Y/N looked around the infirmary ward, cowering almost at the foreign place. She turned back to Shoko, her eyes drowsy with worry. “Why am I here? Cursed spirits. . . I’m not a cursed spirit.”
Shoko shook her head, “No, you’re not. You’re a jujutsu sorcerer. Well, at Jujutsu High, you are trained to be. Here, you’ll learn about curses and how to exorcise them. Cursed energy can be compared to electricity, a versatile fuel that can be used to reinforce one’s body and weapon. Most sorcerers are born with a specific cursed technique to exorcise curses. You’ll learn how to use yours here.”
Y/N stared at Shoko with a mixture of defiance and disbelief. “No, that’s impossible. I’m not a sorcerer.”
Shoko gave her a half-nod, “Not yet. You will train hard to become one here, Y/N Hanada. It’s lots to handle, I know. But if you’re out there in the world without any sort of training, curse spirits will track you and kill you. Here, you’ll learn to protect yourself. Then, you do whatever you want.” Shoko looked exhausted after explaining it all and muttered something about a smoke break.
Y/N continued to stare, her lips parting. She was cursed. All she knew is that that wasn’t good–she attracted negative activity and emotions, and somehow she’ll learn to exorcise it? Everything was so overwhelming, but it seemed that she had no choice. She didn’t want to go back to her old high school life, for it only would’ve brought more negative feelings. People would constantly push her around, shove her into rooms and lock her overnight, kick her face, cut her arms with sharp scissors, and forcefully smudge lipstick or paint on her face to make her look ‘pretty’. She hated it, not more than she hated herself. No one was at home to miss her anyway, no one at school was there to comfort her. Secretly, she hoped that those ‘Suguru’ and ‘Satoru’ people had killed her.
“Okay. . . I’ll stay,” Y/N finally mumbled nervously, pulling the blanket back up to her neckline. “Can I please get some clothes?”
Before Shoko could answer, the doors of the infirmary swung open. Y/N jumped at the sound and Shoko whirled around calmly, frowning when she saw who it was. A pretty tall boy with snow-white hair waltzed into the room–wearing sunglasses and an all-black uniform similar to Shoko’s. Following behind him was a quieter, less energetic boy with long, dark, forest-hair green hair tied up in a bun. His eyes weren’t covered, they were slim and tired. He looked grumpy, unlike the white-haired boy, whose booming voice made Y/N’s head hurt.
“Shokooo! Did the girl wake yet–oh,” the white-haired boy stopped when he saw Y/N sitting on the table, Shoko rolling her eyes tiredly. Then, his grin grew wider. He strutted forward and folded his arm, scanning Y/N closely up and down. “Do you remember us?"
"No. . ."
The boy with green hair raised an eyebrow at the white-haired guy. "Dude, you made her forget."
"It wasn't my fault I accidentally knocked her out!"
"That wasn't an accident!"
"Hush!" Shoko scolded the boys.
The whire-haired boy rolled his eyes at Shoko and folded his arms, looking back at Y/N. "Does Y/N Hanada feel familiar to you, Suguru?" he asked his friend.
"Doesn't ring a bell," shrugged Suguru. Y/N blinked in realization. This was Satoru and Suguru that Shoko was talking about, the ones that nearly killed her. She shuddered at the thought. They do look a little intimidating.
“You’re rather quiet,” said Satoru bluntly, and Y/N sighed quietly. “And I expected you to be a little cocky. But, I guess the quieter type is scarier!” laughed Satoru, who moved back and elbowed his friend in the rib.
“What?” Y/N said in confusion. An obvious puzzlement across her face, “Why would I be scary? Or cocky?” Y/N felt she'd be the least scary out of everybody in this room.
Satoru and Suguru turned to Shoko at the same time, looking dumbfounded. Suguru raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t tell her, Shoko?” Shoko raised her hands in the air in defeat. Satoru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Y/N watched him even more confused. “Tell me what?”
“You nearly killed your classmates, Y/N Hanada. If we hadn't gotten there in time, all three of them would've died.”