Chapter Text
Yuji Itadori hadn’t mean’t to walk by and listen.
He slowed, eventually entirely stopping. The corridor between the buildings were usually quiet during this time of the day, most students packing and heading to their dorms for the night off. Yuji’s footsteps were loose, his mind running smoothly off of exhaustion and a hope of face planting into his amazing bed, the sound of Kugisaki screaming at Fushiguro across the dorm room because of her makeup palette or bags—
“—e’s so annoying, like so fucking annoying, couldn’t stand his ass in a conversation.”
The doors beside the Jujutsu canteen had opened, slamming with a thud, following a group of students that Yuji hadn’t seen before. One snacked on nearby chips from the vending machine, until all the students had abruptly stopped when a kid replied.
“Why’d the higher ups even let a vessel in the school? Kill his ass already. He smiles like a clown.” The kid beside him replied, already snickering.
“right? I mean if his Sensei is so sentimental about him, get rid of him so you’ll see all the nostalgic shit he’s done.” A black hair boy stepped in behind them, shoving another one of his friends aside.
Yuji breath hitched. He looked down; his heart pounding so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if the higher ups could hear it.
“—lways clinging to that boyfriend of his. What’s his name? Fushiguro? And the other angry bitch, her name is something lik—“
“Kugisaki.”
Yuji had interrupted. Fuck. Why’d he interrupt? I mean a boy like him couldn’t have possibly had the guts to—He felt his cheeks warm, however with his friends being described with such words, he couldn’t help but feel ticked off.
The boys were stunned. It was silent for a solid minute until—
“…Pfft-.” One of the students muffled a laugh.
“Speaking of the devil—I mean vessel.” The boy motioned, his hand shrugging in a motion that made Yuji reluctantly step back.
“Awhh.. Poor Itadori. Look at that gorgeous cotton candy hair, maybe instead of a sorcerer you can work at Disneyland! I heard they’re hiring clowns..” the boy trailed off, looking him up & down. Then with a smooth motion took a hold of his hair.
“If you’re gonna say her name at least say it righ-“
The kid drug him straight to the concrete below him. With a sickening thud, Yuji’s head collided with the floor beneath him. He felt a trickle of warm blood fall down his temple, but his eyes had been half open at the moment, thoughts swirling with uncertainty. He lifted his head up, staggering as he tried to sit up to at least look at the kid before any other assault occurred without his supervision—
The students behind the kid had hushed into a whisper, most likely planning their way to ditch this horrendous attack.
“You fucking scared yet Itadori? Call your magical Sensei out, I’m sure he’d like to talk to me.” The kid blurted out, attempting to stick his foot into Itadori’s face, the kids hands already shot up, on top of Yuji.
Yuji gripped the sorcerers foot, holding it in place as he laid on his back, dazed, and definitely about to fall into shambles if he didn’t figure something out—
A voice surged out.
“Hey! What the fuck so you think you’re doing you pig heads!?” A girl stepped out, she had looked way too familiar. Carmel brown hair in which was a bob with bangs, her face reached with brown eyes, strolling angrily towards the guy.
“Get your fucking hands off of him!” She said as she stomped over and grabbed a hold of the kids shirt collar and drug him off, then aggressively slung him to the ground. Only then Yuji realized that the kid was originally on top of him, inches away from swinging.
Nobara Kugisaki caught Yuji attempting to speak but she cut him off short.
“Shut up, Itadori.” She snapped as she went to swing.
After 20 seconds of intense staring and confusion, a voice rang out and broke the silence.
“My precious students!!” A voice chirped pleasingly, following with a clap. Gojo had stepped out following the commotion, hands in his pockets, blindfold on.
“Celebration without the party? No fun.” He playfully remarked as he stepped up closer to the scene.
Yuji’s chest ached, he rolled to his side, at least he thought he did. His head spun in a pain only he could describe.
Nobara shoved the kid out of her grip, clicking her tongue in disgust as she heard Gojo’s voice cut through.
“never appeared to me this school was into WWE..” Gojo shrugged, trailing off. His Six Eyes glancing at the kid on the ground. With a small chuckle Gojo stood above Yuji, clearly examining what had happened. His six eyes processing it.
“asking for an early retirement, I see?” He asked, eyes scanning each kid on the scene. The kids collectively shivered.
“Idiot,” a voice started. Yuji swore he’d never flinched so much. Megumi had fell beside Yuji, his frown plastered on his face with glaring eyes as he was on his knees.
“Fushiguro? What are you do-“ Megumi slapped a hand to his mouth before Yuji could finish the sentence.
“Don’t.” Megumi’s eyes narrowed. He looked up at Gojo who was standing casually in between the injured Yuji and the explosive Nobara who Yuji swore was still threatening the kid with her eyes.
“Ah-Ah-Ah!” Gojo sprung, his pointer finger moving left to right.
“You see, Itadori-kun,” Gojo started, “fighting with immature sorcery students who originally had no potential in fighting in the first place, is just funny story added to my vocabulary!” Gojo smiled, obviously teasing.
“Well fuck you to, you shithead! You guys want your stupid vessel? Then take him. He should go kill himself anyway, help you guys out entirely.” The kid snarled, fighting Nobara to sit back up.
Megumi and Nobara shared one glance.
This guy is fucking dead.
Gojo cleared his throat.
Megumi studied Yuji’s face, a mix of dread seeping through. Yuji bit his lip, his jaw visibly clenched.
“What’d you say?” Nobara whipped her head around, suddenly shifting her focus to the kid.
“You obviously heard me you knuckle head!” The kid shot back, attempting to wiggle out of her grip, in which she just pinned him harder to the grass.
“Hey-Hey,” Gojo chimed in, clapping his hand once more to get their attention.
“Fights are good, intimidation is great, but let’s keep this educational and fun, right?”
With one smooth motion, Gojo tilted his head, smiling underneath the blindfold.
“Because if we don’t learn something tonight, the really what’s the point?” He said.
Megumi’s eyes narrowed more. Is he really teaching us things now? Is he serious?
The kid under Nobara’s grip scoffed, though the sound came out strained and forced. Apparently Kugisaki had her knee pressed firmly into the boy’s chest which visibly tightened as he wiggled more. She one-fisted his collar, and the other hand against the ground.
“You don’t get to talk anymore,” Nobara snapped. “You lost tha privilege when you opened your petty ass mouth.”
“Like hell I did—!”
She leaned down, bringing her face inches from his.
“Say One. More. Word,” She whispered, voice shaking with fury. “And I’ll rearrange your jaw so badly you wouldn’t be able to cry for help even if you tried too.”
Yuji swallowed. Damn.
His head throbbed, a dull ache in his skull. The concrete was increasingly cold, sticky with blood he hadn’t noticed he was practically lying in. His vision was blurry at the edges, however he could still see around him. Megumi beside him shifted uncomfortably, his hand reluctantly hovering over Yuji’s shoulder.
“You’re done.” Megumi said, voice low.
Satoru and Nobara shared a glance.
“Yeah? What do you plan to do about it?” He snarled. “Cry to sensei?”
Megumi finally looked up at the student.
“You’re lucky,” Megumi continued, avoiding the taunt easily. “That Itadori wasn’t hurt more than he is.”
Yuji blinked, attempting to shift, clearly shocker. “Megumi—?”
“If you had touched him any further,” Megumi finished. “I would’t be sitting here
talking.” He glared. Nobara’s grip tightened as the kid made a strangled sound.
Gojo rocked on his heels, clearly enjoying the scene. He spoke with such confidence.
“Your students.” Gojo smiled. “If you’d ever met a student of mine, you’d know how to treat them, correct? I mean it’s not dress up! Unless you’re into that..” Gojo trailed off, still holding his smile.
Yuji flinched slightly at the continuing thought of what Gojo has planned for this.
“Ah, you don’t get it right?” Gojo leaned forward, side glancing the other four kids in the distance, who were still unmistakably shivering from the sensei.
“It might be obvious by now, I mean I know I’m great and all, good looking. Great at teaching! Definit—“
“Cut to the chase.” The kid interrupted, now holding Nobara’s arm out of his face.
Gojo turned to him.
“Aw.. no fun. You’re so boring. Anyways! He’s my student, don’t you get it?” Gojo playfully remarked, his hands motioning in a celebratory cheer.
Megumi sat back, moving his other hand near Yuji’s knees who were up, obviously annoyed by Gojo’s lack of seriousness.
Yet Gojo continued, “So this kid, Yuji-kun, is stronger. Kinder. And definitely more mature than second grade sorcerers, correct?” He added.