Btw this is my first fanfiction ever! I really had fun writing it :D

They walked in silence; it was mostly Kiyoko trying to avoid Gojo's looming presence. She tried to lose him a couple of times. Weaving in between large crowds of people, she grabbed Milo's hand and tugged him along. However, each time she thought that she had lost him, he would just reappear with hands in his pockets looking as unphased as ever.

"Okay look here" Kiyoko pulled Milo and Gojo into a park. There were plenty of families hanging around with their kids, and she knew Gojo couldn't do anything suspicious here. "I don't know you, and you haven't given me any reason to trust you. So, I am not bringing you to my house." Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. She had a fair point, and Gojo knew that he owed her some kind of explanation. He found a bench to sit on, away from all the other families that were in the park. He tipped his head back, finding the right words to convince the girl of his trustworthiness.

"I'm a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Ever heard of it?"

Kiyoko shook her head no, she had never even been to Tokyo before.

"It's disguised as a religious school, but in reality it's a school designed to train sorcerers; people like you and me."

"To fight curses?" Kiyoko was suddenly intrigued. She enjoyed using her cursed technique and wouldn't mind if there was a way she could learn more about it and use it to do good. However, she remained hesitant on his credibility.

"Exactly. We train them to understand jujutsu and go on missions. Here I'll even show you my teacher ID if you don't believe me." Gojo fished around for his wallet before pulling out a card and handing it over.

"Fifty percent off mochi at… I don't think this is right."

"Whoops! I must have grabbed the wrong thing! They do have very good mochi there, I recommend the Edamame and cream flavored one." Kiyoko bit back a "I didn't ask" as he handed her his actual ID. He looked slightly different in this photo. His glasses were replaced with a black blindfold, and his hair was up rather than resting down.

Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School

Name: Satoru Gojo

Teacher Staff Member

Grade: Special

So far Gojo wasn't lying. Everything he had said matched with his ID.

"Any more questions? Or do you think I'm still lying?" There was a twinge of seriousness to Gojo's question. Kiyoko recognized that he genuinely wanted them to be comfortable before continuing on.

"No I'm good." Kiyoko concluded that she trusted Gojo, to a certain extent. From the way he kept his distance and cracked jokes, he didn't seem to have any ill intent toward her or Milo. Instead, he seemed curious about them. Nodding to Gojo and holding Milo's hand once again, Kiyoko led them home.

Gojo was horrified when he saw the state that the kids lived in.

"I lied back there" Kiyoko had given him a small smile, "we don't have parents." She had told him. Now she rummaged through a cabinet, searching for food. It was currently one in the afternoon, and she nor Milo had eaten all day.

"You can't live like this," Gojo suddenly said. He crushed a bug with the heel of his shoe, before flinging it outside.

"Oh? Then tell me what else I am supposed to do. It's not like I have money" Kiyoko didn't look up. She finally found a can of corn that she deemed safe to eat.

Money. Something that had never been an issue for Gojo, for his family was extremely wealthy and he made quite a bit of money exorcising curses and performing duties as the "strongest sorcerer." Now it wasn't just out of pure curiosity that he felt to keep an eye on these kids. There was a sense of need to at least offer them some kind of support. Sure he was the strongest sorcerer, but when it came to solving other people's home issues, he was just as lost as everyone else. Gojo brought a hand to his chin, thinking of people he could reach out to. While it wasn't the best plan, he thought of something that would last until at least Kiyoko could enroll into Jujutsu High. Instead of living as they were now, by attending Jujutsu Tech, they could get an education, live in dorms, and make money. Also, it gave a way for Gojo to keep tabs on the both of them.

"I'll reach out to my colleagues and see what I can do to help. See ya!" Gojo left waving a goodbye. Kiyoko felt a pang of loneliness despite having Milo to talk to, it was nice to meet someone new. He's probably just saying that to be nice. He probably won't return. Kiyoko thought. Often when people saw the kids roaming the streets, they would ask if they were okay. Kiyoko wondered if they did that to ease their own conscience, but they never offered anything more. Maybe a dollar or two, but never anything lasting. It's probably the same.

Kiyoko awoke to a knock on the shed's door. Who the hell knocks on a shed? It had been a day since she had last seen Gojo, and she wondered if it were him now knocking. She got out from under her covers and groggily walked to the door where she was met with a blindfolded idiot sporting a wide grin.

"I brought fooood!" Gojo sang aloud. His energetic behavior was too much for Kiyoko at this early in the morning, especially as Milo and her tended to be on the quieter side. Kiyoko eyed the contents of the bag as Gojo laid them out on a little table they had set up on one side of the room. Although she was suspicious of his kindness, she wasn't about to complain about the free food. Milo had come over to investigate. His face was free of his sunglasses instead revealing his grey eyes. At the same time, he and Kiyoko reached into the bag, pulling out a golden bun. She bit into it, instantly melting at the flavor. It was still warm and the sweetness pooled into her mouth. The last time she had eaten one of these was when she still was with her parents. Her father had saved up money and bought her one when they went out together. Living with Milo, she often bought cheaper foods that lasted longer. Baked goods were a luxury that she could only get with extra money she had. Which was essentially never.

Kiyoko looked over to Milo who had an intense smile as he devoured his breakfast. She sighed as tears began to make their way down Milo's cheeks.

"He always does that '' Kiyoko explained, noticing Gojo's sudden confusion of the boy's sadness. "It's not that he's necessarily sad, it's just that some events cause him to react that way. Do you think it was anything to do with the tattoos on his face?" Maybe the teardrop tattoo meant that he's always sad. Perhaps Gojo, being the teacher, knew.

Gojo lifted his blindfold, observing the face markings. "I'm not sure, maybe" he shrugged.

"Maybe? Aren't you some kind of jujutsu expert?" Kiyoko was a little disappointed that Gojo was just as lost as she was.

"Each person's tattoos are significant in their own way. I haven't seen one like his before."

"I'm right here you know…" The nine year old gave them looks, half of the bun still sticking out of his mouth.

Kiyoko placed a hand on his spiky balck hair, "yeah yeah. Anyways, can you go get some water Milo, we're running out." The boy nodded before darting out. There was a place for them to get tap water down the street.

She turned back towards Gojo as soon as he left, "What're you doing here? I seriously thought you were just going to ditch."

"Well that wouldn't have been very nice of me if I did" Gojo reached into the bag to pull out a bun. Kiyoko shrugged, most of the people she had met in this world weren't very nice.

"I want you to attend Jujutsu High. Obviously not now, but when you are fifteen."

Kiyoko's eyes widened, "what?"

"In the meantime I found an apartment you and Milo can stay in. You'll go to school, as for Milo...I think he'll have to be homeschooled. You know? Since his appearance will raise questions and all" Gojo went on.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you doing this?" People don't spend money on strangers, especially ones they met a day ago. There's a catch.

"What if I said it's because I'm being nice?" Gojo smiled at her.

"Then you would be lying."

"Damn trust issues much?" When Kiyoko looked offended he retracted his statement, "kidding I'm only kidding." He took a minute to think, ever since he picked up on Milo's cursed energy with his six eyes, he debated whether telling the girl about his findings. Gojo supposed she was mature for her age and that since she had been the sole caretaker for this boy, for whatever reason, she had a right to know.

Gojo leaned in, whispering in case Milo had decided to make a sudden reappearance.

"Milo is a curse."