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AOI HARU | chp PROLOGUE

BLURB ; A pair of glasses. That's all it took, to take Satoru Gojo fall head over heels for her. The way her voice sounded, her eyes shined, the way everything about her was enchanting. This, this is what blushing youth of a blue spring is.

PAIRING: jjk!gojo x fem!reader MENTIONS OF: anxiety attacks, blood, swearing, death, light descriptions of gore, very very light fluffy smut (mdni for chapters; tba) STATUS: ongoing CHP WC: 4.5k

CHAPTERS next>> MASTER LIST

April 1st, 2005.

The warm sunlight peeked through the windows, illuminating the room. The hall was bustling with teachers and chatter from the various types of people. Wooden floorboards creaking could be heard and the smell of a cleaning detergent was prominent. The floor must have been mopped just last night for this event, if not just hours before. These halls carried stories, warmth shared between each window, and this day marked the beginning of two students, intertwined by fate. The red string forever connecting their fingers, always pulling on their heart.

He blinked unbothered by the movement and people around him, his eyes bored at the principal and older teachers discussing at the small makeshift stage in the gymnasium.

His eyes danced around the teachers, and specifically avoided the two people to his right. Their piercing blue eyes stared at the side of his head as his hands felt sweaty. 'Just this day, just get through today and I'll finally be independent..' his thoughts circled, the buzz cut in his white hair was slowly growing out. His parents had looked at him in pursed lips of worry when he started to oppose their ideas, and advocate for his own right to attend Jujutsu Technical College.

It almost hadn't worked. If it hadn't... his life would've been drastically different. Worse even, he might not have met her.

Two seats next to him, a girl with a short brown bob had slowly walked up, with an older woman holding her hand with similar thinning brown hair. The older woman was more reluctant to let go of her daughters arm, the small ragged breaths matching her thing lips being pressed into a worried line.

The students voice was raspy as she spoke to the older woman that was holding her hand, a worried expression on her face. "I'll be fine okaa-san! I'll call you every week-" before her voice was cut off by the older woman, "no no, that just won't do, every second day, okay?"

Satoru blinked at the interaction, curiously watching over them. 'Is that... how teenagers act with their mothers nowadays?' His thoughts questioned, feeling so alienated from people of his own age.

He was a lot about to glance back at his own mother, to see if she would be as worried, but his attention was caught when the girl nodded and sighed relieved. Her mother was beginning to walk away, as the student's posture immediately relaxed into the chair after the older woman had left her side. Quickly strutting on her heels to the boy's right side, the mother of that girl had left to where parents were directed to wait during the orientation speech, to the left of the students.

The boy kept his curious gaze on the student. She ran a hand through her hair before glancing to her left, quickly shifting her lips into a smile as she met her eyes to her mother's, before trailing her eyes on the boy who sat two seats away from her.

"Who're you?"

Her voice sounded bored, making the boy blink at her curiously, before a sudden scoff left his lips. He didn't usually scoff at his mentors or parents when he was at their estate in Kyoto. He hadn't scoffed at anyone in Kyoto— matter of fact, when was the last time he had talked to another person his hand normally?

Though, his pride rose in bubbles to his chest. Something in him began to shift the moment he had begun to interact with her. He straightened his back into the chair and slowly but surely, naturally formed a small smirk. His eyes only glanced at her for a second before looking back at the teachers in the front, "You seriously don't know? I-"

"Oh. You're that special kid. Gojo.. Saturoo?"

Her voice rang in his ears as his face was heating up with a red tint, but he quickly shook his head and formed a smirk again to hide his growing embarrassment. "Maybe don't say special.." he mumbled before he looked at her again. This wasn't going so well for him, he had read up on many books throughout the days up and coming to the orientation to make friends. Books hidden in his estate's library, too embarrassed to tell anyone his one wish for the orientation day.

He shifted his blue glasses down to the bottom ridge of his nose. His blue eyes bored into her brown ones. "Gojo Satoru. Go on. Say it properly." The attitude came to him naturally, as if he had acted this way all along, I mean, one of the book said to 'be confident,' this was... close enough? Right?

She raised an eyebrow as she blinked at him unamused. Her hands shifted to be shoved into the pocket of her hoodie, "No".

The white haired boy huffed as he began to form a pout. Social interactions weren't supposed to be like this. Weren't the other kids supposed to be fawning over him? He needed to review over those books again, see what he was missing. Piece together the information again, and try. Try his hardest because this was the one thing he wanted more than mastering his technique. "Well.. I introduced myself, shouldn't you at least say your name?"

"...please?" He added a little quiet, a blush rising to his cheeks from the sudden shyness.

She was silent for a few seconds. As Gojo stared at her, waiting for her to respond with at least some sort of snarky response, while his eyes caught two more students approaching from the corner of his sight.

"Shoko Ieiri. Don't call me Ieiri though."

Her raspy tone cut through his distracted thoughts, a small smile began to form as he tilted his head to look at her. Her eyes only stared ahead, completely unbothered by the white haired boys gaze.

"Do you like Shoko-chan thenn?~"

Her eyes blinked tired, as his gleamed happily. 'The books said to make up cute nicknames for your friends!' His thoughts happily beamed, while she deadpanned, as if she was already regretting attending. She glanced at the seat to her left, as Satoru followed her gaze with curious eyes of a cat, a his lower lip jutting out just a little. Satoru was sitting to the 4th of all four seats, right on the right side. Shoko meanwhile, was sitting in the second seat to the left, with a spare seat to her left and right.

Shoko didn't think twice and got up to shift to the last seat, to put two seats between her and the white haired boy. Though, she paused her slow stretching from her seat when the third student entered. A quiet, calm boy with a smile as warmly as the sun that morning entered. Both his parents strolling in behind him as he talked softly, pointing to the designated spot for parents to sit.

He sighed softly when comfortably plopping down in the seat between Shoko and Gojo, his hands shoved into his large baggy pants, black earrings, a hair tie pulling back his sleek back locks.

Shoko's eyes gleamed, eyeing him up and down with a curious expression. Familiarity and comfort could be found in him. Her eyes though, soon returned to the stage where the buzz cut older teacher was getting his orientation speech ready.

While Satoru looked at him with an equally curious gaze, though his eyes didn't return to the stage. No, his eyes stayed on the student. His thoughts running wild as one word kept popping up.

"Delinquent..." he whispered under his breath.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking over at Satoru and scoffing softly before returning a small smile. "Oh? And you seem to be...?" He talked, sweet, but his voice concealing that small bit of toxicity. As if his smile would be the same when he would laugh and gossip about the same name later.

"Satoru. Satoru Gojo," the white haired boy answered quickly before smiling and offering out his hand to shake. 'Okay, name, greeting.. uhh.. weather?' His thoughts were ticking off a mental checklist he had memorised from the third book he had read about interacting with people casually.

Suguru reached out to shake his hand, although a bit wary and confused, since it wasn't often a teenager in 2005 asked to shake hands with you. "So.. the weather, huh?" Satoru nodded, feeling proud of himself as he smirked a little. Before hearing the black haired student burst out into stifled laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.

Shoko seemed to have heard too, letting out a soft snort as her face turned to giggle and look at Geto's sharing the same sentiment.

Satoru pouted, huffing. "What?" He bluntly snapped at them, a blush colouring his cheeks from embarrassment.

"You're-.. oh my god," Suguru could barely breathe before he wrapped an arm around Satoru's shoulders, "you are so... so interesting!

"That sounds like an insult coming from you."

"You called me a delinquent."

"...touché."

| ೯⠀⁺ After the speech began ⟢ 🎋

The chatter of the hall died down, as it was replaced by the quietness of the long hall with one man speaking loudly from the stage at the front. It was a soft ambient chirping of the birds outside, and the occasional yawn from the oldest looking teacher, but that was all background noise as the man who stood on the small stage was speaking in a gruff voice. He introduced himself and asked to be referred to as 'Yaga sensei'.

After the first ten minutes of what was soon to be an hour long speech, Satoru's eyes wandered over the stage and anywhere else as he blurred out Yaga sensei's words. No matter what, he sounded too much like his previous mentors. Previous teachers. People that cared too much about Satoru's techniques and energy. He felt a little sick in his stomach whenever he thought of how his mentors and teachers might have viewed him, only looking at his cursed energy, ability to master techniques and all.

Nothing about him. Nothing about the Satoru Gojo he tried to learn about himself.

His thoughts, trailed off. Just as they would whenever his parents would go on long winded speeches of their clan. Their power. Of what Satoru needed to be. His future, planned to the simplest detail of the meals he would eat in five years time.

His circular glasses thankfully covered his eyes' trailing gaze, mostly, if he pushed them up enough onto the small area where his nose met into his forehead. '..teacher.. teacher.. furniture.. Suguru.. Shoko.. and..?' his inner thoughts were a messy train of words as his gaze wandered throughout the room.

He hadn't seen the fourth student come in yet. Maybe they were even more of a delinquent than the Suguru Geto kid! A ruffian? What if they were a thief, busy stealing something, and that's why they were late?

Curiosity got the best of him as he tried to sneakily lean forward and catch a glance through the large wooden doorway in the corner that was opened to a smallest crack. Trying to see the smallest snippet of whether the mystery 4th student was there.

"Gojo Satoru!"

Yaga sensei's voice pierced through his thoughts, making him quickly sit back properly into his seat, as if it was second nature to him. "Yes!" he quickly said, surprised at his own actions at how quickly Yaga could scare him back into a proper student.

Hot embarrassment rose up to his cheeks, as his lips puckered into a small pout when he heard Geto and Shoko softly snickering. Oh my god, he was embarrassing himself so much and the books had not prepared him for what to do when his new friends weren't constantly kissing up to his feet like how his cousins and other children from Kyoto.

| ೯⠀⁺ After the speech ends ⟢ 🎋

The sunlight had now shifted through the windows, it had been an hour of the man speaking and introducing the first years, and more boring things about the school. Smooth dry hands tugged on Satoru's wrist as the hour long presentation from Yaga sensei had concluded. His gaze travelled from the shiny wooden floors to Suguru, who was standing in front of Shoko, tugging on his wrist.

"Come on, this delinquents gotta check out his student dorm," Suguru jerked his chin towards the exit. The parents could be heard slowly getting up, discussing with the teachers. While Yaga sensei seemed to be exiting the hall and talking to someone outside.

"Hmm? Wouldn't be in such a rush if you had just gotten to the dorm yesterday and set it up," Satoru yawned as he nodded proudly and cracked his knuckles, fiddling with the sleeves of his new uniform.

"Yeah? I'm not listening to advice from dork like you Satoru," Suguru teased with a smile as she shrugged.

"It's not my fault you didn't learn manners or what a charging plate was," Satoru stuck his tongue out at Suguru, just as childishly.

Satoru sighed as he stretched his arms way up above his head, the warm sunlight illuminating him from the behind as he lazily trailed behind Suguru. The jet black haired boy was speaking to him, something about the student dorms but Satoru could barely focus as he kept his eyes on Suguru's face. Examining the details as if he could see properly for the first time. He had a prominent brow ridge, a sharp jawline and eyes that looked like pools of caramel.

His steps carried him out of the hall, well on his way to the student dorms now. He hadn't even glanced at the fourth student arriving late, her mother and father right behind her, apologising profusely.

"Yo. White hair. Didn't you have those dark emo glasses?"

Shoko's husky voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he realised why he was suddenly able to analyse Suguru's face so clearly, he had forgotten his glasses. "Oh shit." he muttered under his breath as he looked behind him, they were only a few steps out of the gymnasium and Satoru knew where the student dorms supposedly were, as his parents had insisted on helping him move in earlier.

"You guys go ahead, i'll be back and find 'em... Oh and, Shoko? Don't call them emo."

He sighed as he added on the last bit, glancing at her for the slightest second to see her chuckle before his feet jogged to quickly skid into where the boring seminar was held for an hour. His parent's would've just used this mistake as an excuse to keep him cooped up in their house and continue training him privately if they found out he had misplaced his glasses so easily.

His hand ran through the luscious white locks that made up his hair, he quickly narrowed his eyes onto where he was sitting before. His glasses had fallen onto the ground. Though, that was the least of his problems, as he saw a girl crouching down and picking them up. There was only her in the room, and now him as he kept his footsteps almost silent, approaching her with patience.

The mystery fourth student, in all her glory.

She had luscious locks of h/c hair graciously covering most of the side of her face. The sunlight casted a warm glow over what was visible of her silhouette, her hair gleaming from the bright light into his eyes. The quiet scene was almost yelling at him to shut up, as if he needed to be silent to not interrupt such an ephemeral scene.

"Hey. I think those are mine."

His voice went surprisingly soft, as he mumbled out those words. She immediately shot up her head and glanced to the side, her gaze trailed up from his long legs up to his bent over stature, as his blue eyes finally met her e/c eyes.

It was a small silence between them, as she blinked at him blankly for a few seconds. Satoru didn't mind, or notice, as he was busy studying the mystery 4th students features. The cursed energy around her was constantly shifting and bubbling up, it made him curious. He had never seen such energy shift so erratically when he had gotten near the person. He never really understood why so many movies and drama's showed the male and female lead staring at each other for 5 minutes without saying one word, wouldn't it be awkward?

But this? This moment only felt like a second had passed as his eyes bored into hers.

She blinked at him blankly, as if deep in a trance before the tips of her ears started to burn a deeper red. Her hands rushed up to offer him the glasses back as she looked away towards the multitude of cleaned windows.

He smiled at her gesture, as his hands gently picked up the glasses by the bridge and placed them onto the ridge of his nose again. taking his thumb to gently push them back in place.

"I'm Gojo Satoru." He spoke softly, almost as if she would run away from him like a cat if he spoke too loud.

She swallowed nervously as she hesitated for a second before nodding. Her hands were resting on her knees as she was still crouching, and one hand left her knee to brush away the locks of hair that were covering her face. Satoru was patient, he didn't mind just observing as as he waited for a response.

"I'm.. Y/N. Fukui Y/N."

She mumbled out. her eyes only casted a small glance at Satoru before quickly looking away.

He tilted his head confused, smiling at her obliviously. Blinking like a doll, as if analysing her head to toe with a critical gaze. Not even realising how weird he looked, just staring at her, smiling. Forgetting one of the rules within the 'Social Interactions: 101' book, to never stare at women you just met without saying a word.

"Why were you late?" He asked, only curious, but tone coming out more critical than he would have liked, or even noticed.

"Hm? Oh-.. uhm, it was just that my parents car got stuck in traffic and then we... you know, got a flat tire and all.. b-but it's fine!" She tried to explain, shy and embarrassed as she stuttered over her own words. Her hands trembling a little, her eyes unable to meet his within the quiet hall.

"Huh? Flat tire? Couldn't you have asked the chauffeur to drive the second car then?" Satoru asked, genuinely confused. His own wealth a blanket of blindness, making her blink confused.

"We don't—.. we don't own a second car.. or a chauffeur.."

"Oh? Ohhhh, is your family trying out that new self driving cars stuff? I mean yeah, it's pretty expensive for that type of stuff but I thought it wouldn't be too much, you know?" He continued to ramble on as you blinked at him, unable to relate to any of his words. "Still should be enough to afford a second car and all.." Satoru nodded, proudly having talked as if he helped a fellow student out with financial decisions.

She only blinked at him confused, and with a blank stare. When his eyes looked back to glance at hers, she quickly averted your gaze. Growing shy again, his eyes were piercing and scary.

It was a small interaction, as Satoru gently took his hand to softly take a stray lock of h/c hair from her face and brushed it behind her ear. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, without him having to force it or even noticing. It was a peaceful ambient scene of just the two of them.

Satoru had to quickly stand up and stumble on his feet, taken aback as he heard another boy's voice rumble and yell "Satoruuu! Did you loose your glasses for good?"

He was quick on his feet to stand and run. Though his thoughts of the girl he just met caught up to him again, as he quickly skidded on the wooden floor. Turning back to the girl, meeting her gaze, and winking with a quick "Thanks!". That's all it was. That quick of an interaction. Yet her heart was still beating like it would explode soon.

| ೯⠀⁺ In the classroom ⟢ 🎋

'An hour into highschool and I have two friends and one... sort of.. maybe friend?' Satoru thought to himself, as Suguru and Shoko were nearby checking out the dusty desks, shoeboxes and other relevant items. His eyes, although were scanning the surroundings more curiously and carefully.

Until landing on her again. Feeling her cursed energy shirt erratically, bubbling up and down, spiking consistently. Her hands were nervously fiddling with the hem of her Jujutsu Tech uniform, eyes down on her chest that was rising and deflating rapidly. Satoru, as much as he was shy at the beginning of the entrance ceremony, hadn't really experienced any sort of true nervousness. He was Satoru Gojo, after all.

He was almost about to go over and check up on her, ask her if she wanted to be friends, and maybe even call a hospital if she was having a heart attack.

But Yaga was too quick, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little surprised by the interaction, before quickly growing comfortable with the teacher around. He said something inaudible to her, that Satoru could almost have made out, but didn't. She nodded in response to his words, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Satoru only kept his eyes on her for a few more seconds before turning to find and go to Geto and Shoko.

"You kinda look like a.. peach," Shoko nodded at the realisation when she glanced over at Gojo. Her gaze glued to his cute white short hairs, barely growing out of that previous buzz cut. The white haired huffed and pouted at her words, tilting his head as if to say "really?"

The black haired student snorted softly, before turning his attention to Gojo and nodding. His hand reached out, ruffling the short hairs. "He's like a coconut... kinda reminds me of my dad," he huffed with barely stifled laughter. Smiling at the sight of Satoru's deadpan and small pout.

Shoko reached out soon too, ruffling the boy's hair, "hey you're right! Feels like a coconut..!" She exclamined in surprise, blinking widely in happiness before whining when Satoru had gotten annoyed and swatted both of their hands away.

"Hey hey! You're messing up the look..." He pouted, trying to fix his hair back into the neat-messy mix it had before.

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a familiar look, raising one eyebrow before turning away with a slight scoff. The black haired student pointing a finger to his own head, circling it around as if to tease Satoru like he was crazy.

"I can see what you're doing Suguru."

"Well I would hope so, say... where's the other four eyes supposed to be on your head?"

| ೯⠀⁺ Ending of the day ⟢ 🎋

The sun was high in the sky, tilting downwards into the hot afternoon of an April spring. Satoru sighed, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, staring up at the sky, his glasses low on his nose bridge. His eyes boring across the blue painted sky, a few fat fluffy clouds snarling slowly through the day, as a soft cold breeze kissed his cheeks.

In 10 years, he would dream of this day again and again, unable to surprise tears from the stolen memories and touches.

Though, today, he would enjoy it. Enjoy it without a care in the world, as he finally felt happy. Oblivious to what the future would hold for him, bask in the warm sunshine, and listen to the soft tweets of birds on nearby trees. Be one with the time right now, let the wind carry his wishes from his heart to the future.

He hoped, that in the future, he would have friends. The one wish he hoped for with all his heart.

"Satoruuu! Come on, get ready for the picture," Suguru called out to the white haired student, holding his flip phone in his hands with a fond smile. Fiddling with his gently, before asking shoko softly how he should pose. She hummed, brushing back her brown locks behind her ears before just shrugging.

Satoru walked over, smiling before pulling out two fingers and doing a V sign for the photo. He glanced at Suguru who was casually just copying him, before glancing at a sleepy Shoko. Then noticing one other student, out of the picture, glancing at her parents a bit shy and confused.

He waved to her with his other hand, calling her closer. Smiling softly, even as she blushed embarrassed before slowly walking over.

She was quiet, even as he brought her close and placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning into her side casually. "Just smile," he whispered against her h/c hair softly.

Snap!

The photo was taken, with a sleepy Shoko to the left, a Geto looking off to the side, caught off guard. And in the middle, a widely grinning Gojo, holding up a peace sign, with his other hand wrapped around the shorter student with h/c hair, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Pshhh, look at mr. I'm-too-cool-for-school here," shoko snorted, pointing at the black haired student in the photo. Suguru whined exasperated, "I just got distracted!" He complained as they continued to banter.

Satoru smiled at the photo over both of their shoulders, before glancing back at Y/N. She looked up, to blink at him a little confused and flustered from the day. Her hair breezibg by in the soft kisses of the wind, sun-kissed skin under the late sunlight.

He smiled back her, giving a small wave. "Fukui-san," he whispered softly.

She hummed, confused and tilting her head to the side. Her hands nervously fiddling with the hem of her uniform, blinking at him rapidly.

"Come on, you look nice in the photo," he said, before pulling her closer when she hesitantly walked closer. A smile playing on his lips, looking at the photo with a fond smile, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles on her shoulders.

One student, from the four standing happily huddled around the photo, would be stolen away too quickly.

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✦ I hope you're all enjoying the prologue revamp!! : 🎍 🌿 ∿ okay so in this chapter we got the word count to almost 4.5k, when originally this chapter was published to barely have 2k works in the original book, can you believe that? Anyways, I hope people edit their libraries or saved books or whatever and save this version instead of the old version. I think for this book each chapter will have a minimum of 5k words, and each year in JJT I think will take at least 5 chapters lol.

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