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There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. There was even a light breeze and the temperature was just right. It was a nice day all things considered. Yuuji might have been severely lost on his new school grounds, but at least the weather was in his favor. Although he was pretty sure he’d passed that vending machine for the third time now.
“Itadori Yuuji!”
Yuuji turned in the direction of someone calling his name. Didn’t sound like anyone he’s met so far. Then again, he hadn’t met a ton of people here yet… He was pretty sure he hadn’t met anyone who could fly as he spotted the source of said voice who was currently descending from the sky. And they had wings and a halo. Like an angel. …Yuuji pinched his cheek. Was he dead? Was god real and sending an angel? Did they have to discuss his sins? Wait. What counted as a sin? Did he have to make a list? Wasn’t being dead supposed to be less stressful??
You’re not dead. Oh, that’s a relief.
“Vessel of Sukuna – The Disgraced One.” The angel landed with nary a sound. They were wearing casual clothes like him. He hadn’t been given a school uniform yet. She pointed her index fingers at her temple while her thumbs turned out to make an ‘L’ shape, “My name is Kurusu Hana!” She leaned a little to the side as one of her hands moved to point straight at him while the other crossed over the crook of her elbow completing her pose, “And I’ll be your future executioner!” Her posture straightened up as her hands folded over themselves in front of her, “But as of today, I’m your new classmate.” She bowed politely, “It’s nice to meet you!”
“Ah,” Yuuji bowed back, “It’s nice to meet you too.” The rest of her words caught up in his mind forming questions he thought he already had answers to. He raised his head, “I thought Sensei was going to execute me?”
The angel, Kurusu, came out her bow. “You’d be right.” She threw a thumbs up while giving a cheery, “I’m just a precaution.”
Yuuji could feel the metaphorical question mark appearing over his head.
“Oh good, you already found each other.” The aforementioned Sensei was sitting on the brick wall to his right (when did he get there??) one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. The older sorcerer pointed to the angel, his new classmate apparently, then over to him, “Hana meet Yuuji. Yuuji,” he pointed over to Kurusu, “meet your fellow vessel, Hana.” Kurusu gave a small wave to Yuuji with both hands.
All the new information pooled in his brain. Connecting them together where he could. Fellow vessel? So did that mean- “Are you Sukuna’s vessel too?”
Kurusu went to speak, and a mouth split open on her cheek before she could say anything. “Please, it’s nothing like that. She is simply a vessel for my power. Though unlike The Disgraced One, she and I are working symbiotically.” Yuuji barely heard a word the newly formed mouth had said as he was pointing at the cheek mouth, slack jawed. She was just like him! Unfortunately, he felt the odd sensation of the skin on his cheek tearing, thankfully it wasn’t painful but still weird, as a mouth formed. Ugh. “What a surprise, Angel. Here to ruin my fun?” Kurusu was an exact copy of his reaction to seeing Sukuna’s mouth form on his own cheek.
“Stopping you from slaughtering innocents? It’s one of my favorite pass times.” The Angel(?) stated as if she was commenting on the weather being a little too hot out lately. “Though I’m surprised you’ve let your vessel continue to exist. I would have imagined you’d squash his personhood as soon as you reincarnated.” Angel(?)’s cautious curiosity peeking through as she spoke.
The mouth on his cheek dripped with venom, “Believe me, I will eviscerate him once given the chance.” Yuuji felt the malicious internal attention directed towards him. Claw-like vicious energy hovering over his shoulders that he could almost physically feel from the weight alone. “All he needs to do is slip up once.” Though he felt a bit bad doing it, Yuuji pushed that internal attention downward away from the surface. He could feel Sukuna’s resistance but it didn’t actually stop him. The mouth on his cheek sewed itself back together as the smolders of resentment, rage, and frustration faintly radiated Yuuji’s way from where Sukuna was contained once more.
There was a loud clap that drew both Yuuji and Kurusu’s attention. Gojo held out his hands in a grand gesture. “Hana is housing a thousand-year-old sorcerer too. Angel isn’t as into the whole ‘slaughtering humanity’ aspect though, and she wants to kill Sukuna! Lucky us!” He uncrossed his legs to place his hands on his thighs and lean forward. “The higher ups are stingy as hell and they keep me busy enough to kill me, so if for whatever reason you lose control of Sukuna and I’m not around: Hana can kill you on the spot with her technique.”
Oh, really? “Oh, really?” Yuuji’s eyebrows raised as he looked to the other vessel. The mouth on her cheek was gone. Determination burned in her eyes as she brought a fist to her chest, “I promise to make it quick!”
“So,” their attention turned back to their teacher, “You two are responsible for each other. Which means sticking to each other like glue. It’s not a good precaution if Sukuna breaks loose to get himself a human snack and Hana isn’t there to do anything about it.” Gojo tilted his head to the side. “Think you two can handle it?”
Both Yuuji and Kurusu gave matching salutes in his direction.
“You got it Sensei!”
“You can count on us!”
Gojo had a toothy grin, “Great!” He grabbed something from his pocket and threw it Yuuji’s way which he caught instinctively. The shape and size immediately giving it away for being a smartphone. Looks like he had something new to figure out this afternoon. “It’s got the important numbers already on it like mine. But also,” the screen lit up with a notification of an incoming call from ‘Hana Kurusu’ with a sparkle and wing emoji after the name along with the sound of wind chimes playing with the alert. Yuuji glanced to his side to see his classmate holding up a light pink flip phone to her ear. She gave him a thumbs up as the phone clacked shut and his phone stopped ringing. “It has my number too!”
Gojo pushed himself up to stand on the wall. “Now you have no excuse to not know what the other is doing. Hey Hana,” said classmate gave a quick questioning hum in acknowledgment, “You find the dorms?”
The bold personality she’d been brandishing grew a bit sheepish. “Ah, no. I found Itadori first.”
“Nothing like some bonding time then. Yuuji can show you where they are.”
Wait what. “Huh?” the question falling out involuntarily.
Gojo brought one hand to his hip the other in a salute off to them, “Have fun kids!”
Yuuji reached out like he could stop him from leaving, “Wait, Sensei! I don’t know this place that well yet!”
“Byeeee~” Gojo’s hands clapped together and he was gone.
“Well,” Yuuji turned to his winged classmate, “I’ll do my best to get you there.”
Kurusu’s eyes gained a sparkle to them, “I’m sure we can figure it out. How hard can it be?” They then proceeded to get lost for over an hour before finally finding the dorms.