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xx . 03 . 1990 - age 0
the date a girl was born into the world — yet another crying child that had just left their mother’s womb, her existence as significant as an insect’s - another mass that would crawl upon this filthy earth, to be raised by a happy (?) family to just become a ramdom number in this world’s population.
yet something was different about this child; the moment her eyes opened, all of a sudden her crying stopped (she had only been crying for 20 seconds to be precise) her e/c looking around the room, searching for something . the smiles that her parents were wearing had vanished just as quick, replaced with shock, and then confusion. even the nurses around them would whisper:
‘what is wrong with this child?’
xx . xx . 1997 - age 7
y/n had come to accept the fact that she was, indeed, most likely a lunatic. growing up, she’d tell people that weird creatures were around them — all of different shapes, sizes, colours and so on. no one would believe her.
although not necessarily pleasant to the eye, she had come to realise that whatever these things were, they either couldn’t see her or did not acknowledge her presence — WEIRD .
it was at that age that she tried talking to one.
“what’s your name?”
only then did the creature turn towards her — for the first time, she was seen;
‘ ma..
a…. pAp a…
it … h uRTS !
PLEASE STOP — i’m .
d ying—— ‘
from that moment she had decided that she would no longer ask them questions. not when the blood in her veins turned cold and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
xx . 04 . 2006 - age 16
how did she end up here?
y/n had started her first year of high school.
now one would wonder — what the fuck is she doing, living in Tokyo and attending some high school called Jujutsu High School?
how did she get there? easy.
“so you can see them as well?”
his voice was melodic, almost like honey dripping off his tongue. could honey rot?
y/n stared at the man in front of her, their eyes meeting for a brief second; his gaze was screaming kindness, the smile on his face nothing but joy — yet she read him. she stared into his soul, and quickly avoided looking at him again.
what the hell was that?
anger ? sadness? DISGUST ?
“i don’t know what you’re talking about”
“of course you do. it’s quite obvious. you’re looking around at things other people can’t see — well, some can though.
you are not some special person.
quite a few people can see curses , you know?”
is that what those were called? curses?
she looked up to the man in cause again, and was caught off-guard when she realised that not once had said man taken his eyes off her — there they were, staring in each other’s eyes once again.
he could see the shock in her gaze, and she could see the amusement in his. he was having fun.
“then… can you see them as well?” she didn’t want her question to come off as sheepish as it did. all her life she’d convinced the people around her that she was this aloof person that had no worries - that was the only way she could hide the despair that she lived in.
EVERYWHERE . they were all around her .
“what do you think? don’t be stupid.” now his voice had a stern note to it, the smile he had been wearing having slowly disappeared — he took his mask off as well. “since you can see curses as well, why not join me at Jujutsu High School? there are many others like us, you know?”
oh, but how wrong he was.
these people had POWERS, she had realised, that she does NOT have.
no.
y/n did not possess cursed energy.
oh, but imagine the disappointed/disgusted look Suguru had blessed her with the moment he had learnt that. WEAK . she was weak.
sometime in the future, Suguru Geto would learn that y/n was anything but weak.
not when she had managed to capture the attention of the one that was known as The Strongest.
for some reason, Satoru Gojo took an interest in the new set of first-years, more exactly y/n l/n.
what a peculiar individual , Satoru had concluded y/n to be.
a girl that possessed no cursed energy, lacked motivation yet for some reason she lacked emotions in certain instances as well. she hardly gave a response when coming face to face with a curse, not an ounce of fear in her eyes, yet for sure there was disgust - hell, she’d shit herself when Suguru gave her a sour look but not when faced with a curse?
FUN.
this is fun!
“y/n, do you want to learn how to wield cursed tools? that way you can—“
“stop.” the strongest had been silenced. “i am not interested in fighting them. i am starting to believe that i made a mistake by coming to this school.”
he wished she hadn’t said that. because—
“—then you would have never met me.” Gojo had declared, and y/n could just not believe what Gojo had just word vomitted.
just how much pride could one person have?
(she did not switch schools. in the end, she stayed, yet continues to ignore any sort of advice Gojo would give her)
xx . 09 . 2007 - age 17
(she refuses to tell anyone that she had a breakdown the moment she learnt about Suguru’s desertion, of the acts that he had comitted — they were so vile, so hard for her fragile mind to comprehend - she felt bile crawl up her throat, all the way on her tongue and out her mouth, tears painting the picture of a heartbroken girl, one who refused to admit that the person who had brought her to this mess of a school, the person who had made her realise that she is not alone on this planet, the one that taught her what a curse was, how it manifested, what it did —— that person was no longer. whatever hint of happiness she saw in his eyes the day she met him, it had all gone along with the many people that they have lost.)
y/n did not fall in love with Suguru Geto. no. her heart carried a form of love for him, and although she says that she had not fallen for him, one can’t be sure. not when she had Satoru wrap his arms around her form, let her wipe her disgusting snot on his uniform.
while Satoru held her, she recognised a curse, a small creature, something akin to a bird, but one could not compare it to such a beautiful animal - birds were beautiful in comparison to this curse. yet she recognised it as one that Suguru had formerly ingested.
“why is he doing this!?” she promised herself not to talk to them again. she promised herself not to ask them questions again.
when it came to her, Satoru was a sympathetic person; he wanted to answer her question, but he was beaten to it.
‘ CHOSEN ! hehe …
HE IS THE CHOSEN ONE!
he will SAVE US ! ‘
the curse had just spoken, and Satoru could do nothing but stare. he froze. the curse had spoken.
curses can’t speak. they can grin, they can laugh and understand human speech. curses of such a low level couldn’t understand questions and could certainly not communicate like the one just did.
y/n, the human with no cursed energy, just made a curse of such an inferior level speak.
what is going on?