He was upright for a moment and the next laid parallel to the ground on grey sheets over a twin sized mattress.

Light blue walls surrounded all four sides while he was prone in a corner. The room was cosy and warm with White ceilings and a wooden floor occupied by a table to his far left with a bookshelf next to it, lined with a mix of novels, manga and novels. There was also a wardrobe tucked away in the adjacent corner flanked by Two doors, one leading to the hallway of the building while the other to his bathroom. They were teleported into his room.

He could feel her weight on his chest shift as she came face to face and he caught a momentary glimpse of a giddy expression on her soft features. She kissed him.

Warmth and heat danced in his body and his hands that had been at his sides were brought up on her waist, pulling in and wanting more and more of that burning feeling. They stayed like that, heaving and rubbing their bodies for God knows how long before separating. His head was a mess and his eyes, usually open and observant usually were now half-closed in bliss.

Something at the back of his mind motivated him to pursue further. He flipped her so that he was on top catching another beautiful glance of her face, this time surprised and much to his credit, excited.

He took her lips again but not for long before venturing lower, kissing her lower lip first before her chin and then onto her neck. At this point he was only guided by his carnal desires and so he bit lightly into her neck and sucked for ten seconds leaving a light mark, a hickey. He paid mind to her moans and tried to go even lower.

"Nu uh Lover boy… " She said bringing up her hands for the first time since whatever this was started and put them on his shoulder. "... Sorry but I have a meeting to attend. Your little love bite will be enough of a problem to hide. "

A small frown took over his face as he got up but not before giving her a small kiss.

"A pretty good kisser I'll say Hachiman~ Not nearly enough tongue though. "

"Stop talking as if you have all the experience in the world. " He said, turning around before taking off his blazer and putting it on the table. He was not blushing. What a ridiculous claim. With a small sound of her getting up Hachiman felt soft yet strong arms being hooked around his shoulders.

"I forgot how cute you are when you're flustered." She said before a light peck was planted on his cheek. " Cmon, get a shower and be ready, I'll be sure to make the wait worth it. "

"And how long will the wait be? "

"Hmmm Half an hour I think. "

"You better hurry. "

"Ok ok. You're so needy Hachiman~" And before he could retort she was already turning the knob of his door. "See ya. "

She took to the door and exited as Hachiman opened his wardrobe and grabbed a towel.

He was standing outside the third year dorms, a small unassuming building with beige walls and small steps leading into the interior.

One of his legs was resting on the wall and one of his hands was holding a phone while the other was adjusting his flannel jacket with a black and red chequered pattern that he had decided to wear over a white T-shirt and denim skinny jeans. He had also put on blue pilot loafers with orange accents for comfort.

A notification pulled him out of the YouTube video he was watching, a review on whether buying Bloodborne was worth it.

The notification simply read 'Watch out. ' and he had just a moment to be confused by it before a portal opened below him.

He didn't bother to let out a voice of surprise as he fell through only to be grabbed by the shoulders and be placed onto the ground.

She had him in her arms now, standing at the front of some high class apartment complex with impressive architecture and design. But that barely did anything to steal his attention.

It was completely monopolised by Hiratsuka Shizuka. She had ditched the lab coat and t-shirt for a purple sleeveless turtleneck and brown flare skirt. And some black heels rounded off her outfit complementing her natural beauty as well as it possibly could. 'God I need to build up the courage to ask her for Fashion tips. '

"Ohh? What's got you staring like that huh?" She said, leaning forward. "With those eyes I can't help but be sure. " A teasing smile decorated her features, more appealing and sly they were now.

"For your kind information I was only thinking about how good your outfit is. In fact I'd argue I'm an upstanding teenager working hard to uphold society. "

"Oh is that so? Well Mr. Upstanding please wait till I get my ride. " She said jiggling keys with a logo he had seen in the past but did not quite recognize.

He nodded expecting for her to pull up with a normal average car when she disappeared around the corner into the public parking. And because of that it would be easy to imagine his surprise when she drove in front of him in a goddamn Aston Martin.

His jaw dropping onto the floor was a funny enough sight for Shizuka to burst into infectious laughter which he would have joined if it wasn't for the surprise.

"I- What even. " He said moving forward and opening the door and sitting in, greeted by comfy red seats with black accents. "How? Aston Martin? "

"Hahaha, brat not just any Aston Martin, it's Aston Martin DBS. The third fastest Aston Martin that goes from zero to hundred in 3.4 seconds. "

Hearing the model name he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Turning his head and flashing her a look he said "You didn't buy this model because the name had DBS in the name did you? ".

Hiratsuka had a truly saint-like smile on her face hearing this."So where do you want to eat? "

"Piz-Wait, answer me first, Woman."

"Ugghhh fine." She croaked out as if he was bothering her with some outrageously minute matter "Yes ok, Dragon Ball Super is my favourite anime and so yeah I spent a little money on it it's no big deal.Let's move on. "

"A little money. " He said in a sarcastic voice.

"Yeah it's not like I can't afford it, you know. Being a Special Grade pays well. '' She said, bringing her eyes back to the front and slowly leading the car to the gates of the apartment complex they were in. "Which is why I'm telling you to get another person to recommend you for Grade 1. it's not as much but it's sufficient. "

The car moved smoothly on the hot concrete roads. It was just two hours past midday so there wasn't much traffic.

"I don't think the Clan would appreciate that. " He said, gandering at the giant fancy buildings passing through their view before facing her. "Old Man was pissed when I left the clan for Tokyo Jujutsu High instead of Kyoto. If it weren't for you strong-arming the Zenin Clan along with Gojo sensei they'd have sent me to Kyoto. Or even worse just kept me in that fucking hellhole." A small scowl betrayed him at the thought and he turned his head away from her.

"You can still try, maybe I can use a bunch of IOU's in the liberal faction of the higher ups. And you can thank me for that later. Wouldn't want you growing into the higher up's puppet wouldn't ya? "

"Fair enough. " He said. 'I didn't know there was a liberal faction in the higher ups. Thought it was just conservatives but who cares.'

"So what do you wanna eat? " He hadn't answered her question earlier.

"Pizza. Neapolitan. I don't know any good places around here so you'll have to pick for me. Where are we again? "

"Chiba. Its my home town so I didn't bother moving to Tokyo and just get myself there through portals.And don't worry, I know a place. And I always took you for a ramen guy. "

"Oh…Chiba." Unknown to Shizuka a sad look overtook his face while he stared at the empty sky, before shaking his head quickly to pull him out of his thoughts. "Well I like both but right now I just feel like it. "

"Fine then. Put on your seat belt. " She said doing so herself before he followed. A shift of a gear and the car sped up with a small satisfying voice of the engine turned into a louder hum.

They were seated in the cafe now next to a glass wall. The sun was hot but thankfully the place was covered in shadow due to facing away from it. There weren't many customers and the few present were sitting opposite to the little corner they had picked with the Air Conditioner providing a comfortable atmosphere.

"W-what would y-you like? " The waitress asked nervously. She had short black hair with red clips at the crown holding them in place. Her height made her look like she was Hachiman's age but he wasn't sure.

Hachiman assumed she was an introvert and only gave a small nod before placing his order. A Medium Neapolitan Pie. He considered ordering Garlic Bread but cancelled that considering how things could have gotten…after the date. He didn't want to give her female companion any chances of smug banter. She had enough already for a Century

Shizuka on the other hand decided to flow into conversation with the girl. "So what would you recommend? " She said, bringing her hand up to her cheek and resting on it, the menu handed to them completely forgotten as she preferred to ask the staff rather than just pick.

"Um-uh the Pizza is good… " He could see her hands shaking before she nervously shifted her gaze from Hiratsuka to her notepad. "And um we have really Good Alfredo Fettuccine. "

"Any specials? "

"Um no not really. "

"Well then I'll have an Alfredo Fettuccine. Thanks. " She abbreviated the gesture with a small but bright smile as the waitress nodded and wrote the orders down before hurrying back to the kitchen.

"Jeez, give her a break." Hachiman said in a little joking tone before forming a small pillow with his arms crossed over and then rested his chin on them.

"I would but she didn't get this job for breaks. Most 'loners'... " The boy died a little on the inside hearing that term. "take jobs in which they have to necessarily encounter people to overcome their fear of them. I bet she's one of them. And even if she isn't, positive feedback and engaging in conversation won't harm anyone. "

"Mmm, always the thoughtful one aren't you. " He said, reaching over his hand across the table and resting it on her free hand, seeing her smile brighten up even more. "So I can't make sense of how you bought an Aston Martin because it had DBS in the name. "

A pout overtook her face that was immensely cute. "Let that go will you! " She said in a small faux annoyed voice.

They waited for a few minutes before the same waiter was back, this time holding two plates in her hands, putting one at Hachiman's side and the other across him before taking away their menus and stacking them in her hands.

"Have a good meal. " She said with a small smile, feeling more confident than before.

"And you have a good day. '' Shizuka said from the other side and he just nodded, but he did not miss the small 'Yes!!' She whispered to herself when walking away.

"Hey hey now eyes on me. " His partner across the table said. "You must be thinking of doing unspeakable things to the innocent girl but you're already taken Hachiman. " She continued while shaking her fork like a solemn all knowing old man.

An annoyed grunt left his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Where did you pick this habit of teasing huh? And she's not as cute as you. "

"So you do think she is cute! " She said, pointing his fork at him as he grunted again, realising there was no win against a teasing Hiratsuka. "And it's from a former student, the habit. You might meet her some time though I'd prefer if you didn't."

The fish-eyed boy gave a grunt in response not wanting to press the matter. And So They ate for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

Hachiman was almost halfway through his pizza before-

" Say…why don't you try making I don't know, A gun with your Technique? "

"Can't, Construction requires me to at least understand the basic physical structure of my weapon. It's not a problem for the Sonic Hammer cause most of its effect comes from the binding vow or Cursed Energy. But the effects of Thunder Spear are only amplified by Cursed Energy requiring a base output to amplify." He stopped to take a small sip of the water they were given. "So I had to study about batteries in detail for a month non-stop to arrive at that tool. Guns would just be too complicated even if they'd be immensely strong. I think a better option is just to focus on getting Special Grade tools available to me through my Cursed Technique and good old weapon training. "

"Blegh sorry for the blabbering there isn't any way around all the words. " He said, going back to his meal.

"Nah it's whatever. " She said, taking some pasta in her mouth before slurping it like a kid. "Hey, are you free sometime soon? "

"Hm? What's this about? And I'm free a lot of the time unless I'm on missions. "

"Well that's depressing. You need to make more friends, you know? "

"Ugh don't start this. At Least I'm on decent terms with Maki and Megumi. "

"You do realise that that's only because you're family to them right? Otherwise they wouldn't even give you the time of their day. "

'Gahhh how ruthless. ' He thought. "Hmm I guess. Does Hakari count? "

"When did you contact him last time? "

"Um, a… month ago? He called me asking if I wanted to do tricks at his little gambling nest for money. I thought he was mocking md at first but he was dead serious. And, I guess Kirara is just nice to almost everyone. Other than that higher up she linked to the roof of a building."

"Well… was it really her fault tho? That fucking jeezer wouldn't shut up about kids growing weak these days and all the other obnoxious shit he was saying while constantly glaring at her. "

"Pretty sure Hakari dislocated seven jaws that day. "

"Had it coming. "

"Fair enough. "

"Now back to you having no friends-"

"Jeez jeez okay. I'll try to make new ones okay. "

"Good."

A few minutes later they were done with their meal as Shizuka asked for the bill with a snap of her thumb.

The waitress came back and took their menu before nodding and heading back to the kitchen and bringing the change. Shizuka made sure to give a generous tip before handing it back.

"Um Thank you… " She said, only looking at her as Hachiman watched. "For eating here ah uhm. I was wondering if I could… could… " Gaze shifted to the ground all while she tapped her feet anxiously. "I was wondering if I could have your number!! " The words left her mouth in rapid succession.

"Oh!! " Shizuka exclaimed in surprise "I'm Sorry I'm already in a relationship with this idiot here. '' She said, finger pointed at Hachiman who just had a shocked expression on his face during the ordeal.

" Huh?!?! " She replied before bowing profusely. "Sorry I thought you were his mother!! " The words left her mouth before she could stop and think as an excuse to this embarrassment of a pick up only to worsen it further.

Hachiman swore he could see purple gloomy atmosphere build around Shizuka's face as she had a strained smile on her face that seemed to be twitching.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh" Her forehead collided with the table as Shizuka relented.

'Man down I repeat man down!!' Hachiman said before thinking of what he could do and he came up with… nothing.

Meanwhile the waitress just bolted back into the kitchen exceeding all speeds known to man.

'Ok Hachiman, don't provoke her. ' he repeated in his mind before getting up, placing his chair next to her. 'You like having your skeleton intact so no teasing. '

He only put a hand on her back and rubbed lightly before-

" Uwahhhhhhhhhh. " Her head shot up crying anime tears as she tackled his chest with so much force he barely managed to not tumble over. That force however was nothing compared to the sheer cuteness that hit his face when she looked up from his chest.

"I don't look old right? "

'God she looks so cute when she cries. Wait, does that make me a Sadist!! ' he stole another glance. Tears were at the corner of her eyes threatening to fall again and her lips were pouting with soft cheeks. 'Fuck!! I'm a total Sadist.'

"Oi answer-" Her words halted as her lips were no longer available for anything other than him. He propped her up from his chest but not quite eye to eye as he kissed her silly. And this time with enough tongue.

"Hoh since when did you get so bold huh, Shrimp? And that too even in public. " The walk outside the restaurant was filled with vengeful teasing and headlocks as Shizuka had been embarrassed to no end with the sudden display of affection.

He was however thankful as it had stopped after taking a seat in their car and driving through the streets of Chiba.

'She's somewhere out there right? Has to be. ' he stayed in thought for quite some time before redirecting his attention.

"So what do you wanna do after this? " She said with a tilt of her head.

"Well what do you want to do? "

"Let's see, watch the latest season of Chainsawman, Play games on my PS5 and Play games on my Switch. "

"Ugh I don't get why someone would watch that shitshow. And how many consoles do you have, Woman? "

"Hey!! " She said in an offended voice before she focused back into driving and continued. "I only have two and Chainsaw Man is cool. "

"Sure sure now hurry up. " He honestly had not even meant it but-

"As you wish!! " She called out in a heated voice before shifting gears and speeding up on the empty road.

'Holy shit!! I'm going to die today. ' while the thought was negative, it was juxtaposed from the happy and fond smile that was marred on his lips.

He was sitting on a comfy red couch in a classy looking apartment with a modern design. In front of him a 55-inch TV rested just at the perfect eye level on a brown wooden table which had a built-in compartment for video games. His hands were occupied with a controller as he focused on the game, Bloodborne. His left hand was hooked around Shizuka's chest who laid on the couch 90-degrees to him, using his chest as a headrest. She was watching anime on her phone while covered by the flannel jacket he had decided to take off after arrival like a blanket.

They had been like this for… he paused Shizuka's anime as she let out an offended noise before taking out her earphones. "What is it? "

"And you call me bratty. " He gave a small chuckle and swiped down on the top of the phone to reveal the time.

6:17, Saturday 23rd July 2022.

'Huh?? It's been more than three hours?!?' They had arrived back at her residence at 3 o'Clock before snuggling and just talking for an hour and afterwards, ending up in their current condition.

"Oi Shizu. "

"What? " The bratty tone only got stronger.

"I have to go. "

"Wha? " Surprised, she sat upright from her position before turning to him. She thought for a moment about something before speaking "I mean do you really have to go? Can't you stay the night here? I'll talk to Gojo an-"

"No that's not it. I've got good grades in Japanese because you used to teach me before the transfer but Gojo barely shows up for Physics and Maths so I have to teach myself those subjects. Well Kusakabe-sensei has been trying to help recently but he can only do so much as a CS major. "

"Oh." It was like real life had hit like a freight train. Of course he couldn't spend all his time with her. These past few hours had been so good, not in the sense of any magical feeling nor was it too enchanting. It was only a sense of being complete that filled her whenever they spent time together. When he touched her the world moved differently, just his presence in her life inspired so much desire in her she couldn't even wonder what his absence would do to her.

It wasn't just Jujutsu she wanted to get away from when she was with him. But the enti-

"Shizuka? " His speech brought her out of his trance and pulled her into another. His lips were distorted into an expression of worry as his eyes focused onto her. She could see her reflection in them even if barely.

A hand on his shoulder was her response and he showed confusion for a moment before being embraced by her. She was just barely taller than him so she lowered his head a little to bury her face into his crown.

"Stay. For five minutes more. Please. " She managed to get the words out before she held him tighter.

The environment was quiet as Hachiman only gave a small nod. The hum of the TV filled the air and acted as white noise as both Shizuka and Hachiman closed their eyes not looking or hearing but only feeling.

He eventually pushed himself out of the embrace as she let out a noise of disappointment.

"Shizuka I have to go. "

"I know. " Her lips bent downwards as if bearing a weight and her gaze dejectedly dropped to the ground. "I know. "

They kissed one last time before Shizuka ripped open a hole in space with a snap of her fingers. The younger of the two had a solemn look on his face as he collected his jacket before nodding and stepping to the other side.

He still was reluctant to go so he managed a small wave that was responded to in kind before walking out of view.

It closed in a flash as now not by a few metres but by half a hundred kilometres they were separated. Her tired back dropped onto the couch again feeling the soft fabric submit itself to her weight. A finger, her own, danced around her soft shapely pink lips as it traced their figure. Her beautiful face was twisted into desire as the finger dipped into her lips. She had raised herself a little by the waist but she eventually brought it down.

Another hand began at her neck lapping the spot he loved to tease every time they met before dipping lower into her bosom, then it rested for a while at her stomach as she tried to remember.

Remember every single bit about him, his handsome face that only smiled for her,his demeanor that was paranoid and distant to everyone turned into close and caring only for her. His strong arms and body hidden behind baggy clothes due to insecurity became available for kissing and cuddling and all sorts of schemes. Only for her.

Heat was all over her body, rolling off of it in waves. A taboo of lust and love was her scrambled mind only thinking of her lover. And soon before she could think about it her hand found way into regions way below her stomach surrounded by a small sizzle of her passion.

"Ha-chi-man." She called out to no one. "Ha-chi-man." Three syllables rolled off of her lips while the others were stimulated. "Ha-chi-man." The man she was supposed to spend her eternity with.

"H a - c h i - m a n. " An explosion of euphoria.

The summer heat was relentless in its cruelty as it rained upon sand and stone like fury. However the hustle of heat wasn't the only thing brought by the hellish season. During the first few months of the Academic Year the Jujutsu Sorcerers were at their busiest, leaving the Jujutsu High barrier and running to and fro amok destination and headquarters. Curse activity was at an annual high which also helped stimulate this phenomenon further.

The extroverts that probably had given up their souls in a binding vow to become comfortable with the great outdoors in the summer were delighted to get out of their homes and embrace the growing grass and lively heat.

But Hachiman was anything but an extrovert so he found solace in the fact that even if his own room did not have an Air Conditioner, the third year lounge had one which, due to the virtue of being the only third year, he could use to his heart's content.

The building was in view as he headed towards it leaving behind the absolute maze that was Tokyo Jujutsu High and being greeted by those beige walls he was very familiar with. However what caught his suspicion was that-

'Did I forget to close the door? No way right? '

He climbed up the small black stairs with a skip opening the door fully ajar.

The instant it was fully open his senses were assaulted with pain as his body was crushed from the front and thrown back skidding on the ground.

'WHAT THE FUCK-' He jammed his hands into the ground in an attempt to regain his footing only bringing the effort to fruition after skidding some ten more paces, eyes now dead set in front of him and Cursed Energy pulsing through his body he got up and thought with gritted teeth. 'An intruder? But the barrier should be up!! Even with all the traffic it's impossible to get in.'

Pushing the thoughts aside he checked the damage suffered by his body from the attack while slowly approaching the building with caution. 'Some damage in my ribs, not cracked or shattered but rattled. Nose didn't cave in, that's good'. He was incapable of controlling Cursed Energy by instinct. Which means he had taken the same damage as a Civilian with his physical stature due to the surprise sttack. Now he was only a little distance away from the door before a voice stopped him.

"You're still as wimpy as ever huh?"

Hachiman froze a statue of shock at the sound of that voice. But breaking out of the stupor his brain processed the events finally before rage erupted from his gut.The gritting teeth in pain and caution now grit in rage and anger, his eyes were orbs of void swimming in pure fury and torment. His nails dug into his palm almost drawing blood. He wanted to scream he wanted to go crazy, his muscles ached to punch, rip, crush, and most importantly- Murder.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD." His left palm stretched out, a tell for his Technique activating.

"Didn't I teach you not to swear?..."

Strong legs carried a body into the light from the shadows of the building. A hulking mass of a man considerably tall and wide came into view wearing a kimono. His hair was messy and shoddy down to his back, meshing well with his shoddy look and dirty beard. It was Zenin Jinichi-

"My idiot Son."

Hachiman's Father.

Leaning forward He shot off not even paying attention to what weapon in hand he had conjured or the information supplied to his brain about the weapon's binding vow.

A flowing left swing collided with his father's right hand, dug into the skin with brain scrambling malice. A counter came in response to the latter's right hand shooting forward which he leaned away to make it barely graze him and slammed his knee into his gut with a scream of anger.

Jinichi went tumbling this time into the corridor of the building before colliding with the opposite wall and cracking it.

"Gah. You've gotten stronger, kid." Even in compliment his voice sounded like the ugly screech of chalk against blackboard to Hachiman.

He now stood hunched at the doorstep. Some semblance of sanity returned to him but only managing to penetrate the edges of his consciousness. A katana was in his hand with its blade made of flowing water that dripped down in small drops occasionally. The binding finally entered his mind. Giving up the advantage of a strong blade, the sword gained the property of Exponential Sharpening.

With every cut of the sword it would get sharper making the next one faster and more precise.

As Hachiman had finished processing it Jinichi had gotten up and dusted his Kimono. "Still not strong enough to beat me." He completed with a scowl of his own.

Hachiman realised at the words that his Cursed Energy had started flashing red,a sign of inefficient usage. He somehow managed to rein it in but it did nothing to calm his mental turmoil. 'I haven't used this Katana before. Did I use my Extension Technique on instinct.'

'Doesn't matter.' he thought flicking his blade and positioning it to his left before-

"Hohhh so you've learned to risk it all huh?" The voice across the hallway.

Hachiman had stabbed the walls of the corridor with his blade and flared up his Cursed Energy.

'If it cuts sharper everytime I'll keep cutting the wall with this Katana. By the time I get to him I'll be able to slash him up to my heart's extent.'

He pushed forward and it started to cut the wall with a little resistance. However it got lesser and lesser until the blade was no longer hindering his speed, sharpening to the point of cutting steel concrete and wood like a hot knife cuts butter.

Hachiman was a blur of colours that dashed forward at breakneck speeds cutting everything in his way, the hall that was twenty metres long was crossed in the blink of an eye as Hachiman gritted teeth ready for impact.

However in response, the father only raised a fist and let out a punch in the air before a giant metaphysical fist was shaped in the air racing towards him. him.

'Its stronger than before, he's adjusted to the size of the hall.' he speculated internally before plunging his sword out of the wall, its blade now whirling in excitement ready to slash. 'BUT I'LL CUT IT ANYWAYS.'

The blade and fist collided in a match but the blade cut effortlessly through the fist with a shrill sound.

A sense of victory took over Hachiman only to be crushed that instant. Another hand, this time made of flesh and not Cursed Energy came barrelling out a front and hit him square in the face.

'It was a feint god dammit!!' he thought back outside, back trying to regain his footing. 'Shit I'm having Deja Vu.'

A mocking laugh left Jinichi. "Would you look at that? Throwing each other around like true Father and Son." The words sneered at Hachiman before he dashed forward, catching up to the boy and delivering another punch to his stomach.

Jinichi stood in place watching his Son with no sympathy as he crashed into a tree riling up a storm of dust.

The sand swirled in the air for a few moments before settling for a moment. Enough that a silhouette appeared draped black against the brown of the sand. Soon Hachiman was visible and he had an ugly scowl on his face with a hunched back and legs bent slightly towards the ground and visage shaking. His left hand was reaching out to the skies with a blob of darkness swirling in it, pulsing and changing shape and occasionally rotating and collapsing upon itself before retaining its size and shape, a little bigger than the size of a human head. Hachiman's Extension Technique.

"Hah? Pulling out a new party trick? That's just like you." His opponent replied before cracking his knuckles. "So what'll happen because of that?" He said pointing at the blob of darkness in Hachiman's hand.

"You…….die."

Hachiman's body went limp for a moment as every muscle in his body let go of its tension. Due to this he started to fall forwards with his toes tipping.

'Remember Hachiman, the moment the body is the hardest is right after it's at its weakest. The principle of letting go is important to grasp what is in front of you.' He reminisces of the time when Shizuka had taught him about it in her Muay-Thai dojo.

'Why hadn't I used it up until now?' he thought mid descent as the answer made itself obvious to him with the tightening of every fibre in his musculature. 'Oh right. I was too scared.'

His body was a coil of steel ready to spring at the slightest movement of his opponent, and so when he finally leapt forward there wasn't even a blur of colors to see only a flash as Hachiman reappeared right before Jinichi slamming his weapon down from the skies.

His opponent had crossed his arms to form an impromptu guard but-

'Its not enough!!' his hands saturated with Cursed Energy pushed forward with the Cursed Tool in his hand.

It had a sword handle but not a blade to complete it. Instead of it there was a long black circular rod that had started cracking on contact.

Hachiman feigned a battle of strength for a few seconds, loosening his push making it look like Jinichi was winning before swiftly pulling back and landing a blow at his Father's liver. A sound of pain made it's way from his throat which was music to Hachiman's ears as he pulled back his Cursed Tool to thrust it into Jinichi's chest with great speed.

His adversary almost collapsed for a moment but managed to regain his footing with a guarded posture. Before a move was made by either party, the sound of cracking filled the scene as Hachiman's Cursed Tool broke down into blue rectangles that retreated back into his body.

"Hah kid, your little toy broke. What are you gonna do now?" A sleazy grin took place on Jinichi's face before he broke down into laughter. This time however, Hachiman joined in laughing more hysterically with Glee in his voice.

"Hm?" This confused Jinichi. "Did you finally go crazy, Hachiman?"

"Oh no no." Hachiman replied before his hand was posed so that his middle finger rested on his thumb. "You're the one about to go crazy"

A snap of his finger activated the Cursed Tools effect as Jinichi felt the weight of his body increasing by almost four times making the man almost collapse on his legs.

"pESTILence."

Jinichi struggled to stay upright as the dead eyed boy only looked on with a mad grin. Eventually he stabilised, having to reinforce his entire body with Cursed Energy.

"The Cursed Tool Conformal Gravity makes it so that whenever it hits an object it increases its weight by 1X. For the first hit 2X, for the second hit 3X and for the third 4X so on. And now that I've explained it's working due to Showing One's Card it's weight will increase to 5X."

"It's strong." Jinichi replied in a withdrawn voice bracing for another increase in weight. Much to Hachiman's surprise he had gotten up and held a fighting stance without much strain. "It's undoubtedly strong. But…."

He blurred out of existence and blurred in right next to Hachiman aiming a blow at his right side, at his liver."IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO STOP ME." His grin only widened as he intercepted it by lowering his elbow.

"Think about it, oh dear Father. Is brute force all your body needs to function? Are you really a sack of bulging muscles and nothing less you fucking-" Jinichi fell to his knees as a sharp pain emanated from his face followed by another from his chin but the latter coming from a sweeping kick Hachiman landed on his chin. "Idiot."

"When you're five times heavier your bones need five times the strength to maintain their structure. The eyelids need five times the power to stay open. And most importantly, your heart needs five times the force to pump your blood." Hachiman stepped forward kicking his Father while he was on the g, only to get his foot got caught and pulled down. Jinichi landed an uppercut back into a kneeling position. He didn't even bother blocking, only reinforcing his head and giving the smuggest smile he could pull off.

"Let's speed up the process. I'll release the effect when you pass out. Can't have you dying on me without telling me where My Sister is."

He reared back his head and grabbed the fist before a quick jerk pulled up the rest of the body along with it in the air.

'You came here thinking you'd have it easy didn't you? But I've gotten stronger. I'm not the kid you used to abuse.'

With right hand still around the fist Hachiman pulled back his left before in a snapping motion letting out a heavy jab into the solar plexus of his Father. However right at the moment of contact his Cursed Energy flashed back.

A Black Flash.

He didn't stop. Retreating his fist quickly he let out another blow into the abdomen.

Another Black Flash.

The arm was cocked back again.

For the First time in his life, Today Hachiman would experience what controlling Curse Energy as naturally as breathing would feel like.

His fist shot forward-

Gojo Satoru sat with legs outstretched on a table. He was taking a quick nap which was interrupted after a buzzing sound disrupted his peace. Hand fishing for the phone in his pocket he sat upright and picked up the call. It was Principal Yaga.

"Moshi Moshi the strongest sorcerer and ladies man Gojo Satoru at your service!!" He supplied an upbeat and playful voice with a flair.

"There's been reports of some loud sounds from the Third Year Dorms. Go check it out." Yaga's voice on the other hand was heavy and serious with this usual demeanour.

"Haaaaaaah Yaga-chan I'm not your security guard you know~" He now leaned on the office table in front of him. "But if you ask nicely maybe I shall consider it, you kn-"

He was interrupted by the sound of the call being disconnected, giving a voice of surprise before shaking his head and getting up to stretch his arms a little. 'Mou I just had an exhausting parents-teacher meeting, you know.'

Passing through an Ajar door before closing it and leisurely heading his way with hands in pockets he thought. 'Even if I was five seconds away from Murdering the parent.'

Nodding to the First and Second Years' bunch going shopping after a stressful day, slow steps of the strongest advanced towards the scene in question.

His fist shot forward to hit flesh and bone. But this time not Jinichi's body but his hand. He had managed to intercept Hachiman's attack with his own.

Another Black Flash.

But it was too weak. Hachiman's fist won the contest of power easily.

Is what would have happened if he didn't get blindsided by a giant hand made of Cursed Energy that was hurled at him from his right side!

He raised his hand to form an impromptu guard but it didn't do much as Jinichi's Cursed Technique dragged him with it leaving a track in ground for some ten paces before it dispersed into Cursed Energy.

'That was so much stronger than before!! ' he nursed his right for a moment while turning his head to gaze at Jinichi who himself was in the process of getting up. 'Did Conformal Gravity turn his fists heavier too? Fuck that was an oversight.'

'His heart's beating 5 times faster but he's using Cursed Energy to reinforce it to not cause instant rupture. Old man's fighting on a ticking clock but I'll have to release the effect of the Cursed Tool as soon as he passes out.'

Without any warning another fist zoomed past him as he back stepped to barely avoid it. Ultimately it was fruitless as another formed behind him almost twice the boy's size digging

into his back and taking him with it. 'What the hell!! He wasn't able to make them as often a moment ago or else he would have already done it!!' He shut his eyes tight close as the world blurred around him only seeing splotches of green and grey around him before doing so.

The advance went on for a few seconds as gritting pain seared itself onto his back before slamming into a concrete wall with an abrupt stop. The fist propping up his back disappeared as he fell onto his knees letting out a scream of pain.

He was still for a moment before hearing the sound of footsteps behind him with widened eyes. Cursed Energy flowed instinctively to his left leg as he pushed off from it with a quick jump.

Where he sat a moment ago was now a gaping hole as Jinichi's fist embedded into the wall letting out wisps of steam. But he had no intention to stop. He pursued Hachiman, letting loose another strike as Hachiman dodged.

It turned into a dance of punching and dodging as Hachiman seemed to be lost in trance, his eyes evaporating of anger and his mind not clouded by any thought other than that of the fist threatening to shatter his body.

His mind turned from a vast mechanism of consciousness into a laser fitted machine only focusing on the situation in front of him. He was acutely aware of where the sounds were coming from but not what they meant. Aware of his surroundings to the smallest crease and fold but not their minutiae or their colour. A Lethal Focus took hold of his consciousness.

He leaned back from a right hook. 'What can I do better?' Sidestepped a left straight. 'How can I climb?' Parried a right punch at his solar plexus letting out a quick backhand of his own to the chin.Got hit by a kick to the abdomen staggering back only to hastily dodge another horse kick to the face by rolling backwards. Got up. 'What next?' Raised his left leg to kick off and effectively party a knee strike.

And at that moment his eyes widened as if a divine realisation had dawned upon him. He leaned right to save himself from a straight punch. 'I could have dodged that later.' and so he attempted to do so. To dodge the attacks at the last possible moment. As if on queue his Father let out a scream of rising anger before dashing with crossed arms. A tackle.

The world slowed down for Hachiman as the visage of his Father moving forwards was clear to him. 'Not now.' He was fifteen-centimetres away from him.

'No not this, I can do better.' He was now ten-centimetres.

And then the moment came.When Jinichi was only five centimetres away from the boy.

'NOW.' Cursed Energy pooled into his right leg by instinct as it bent the slightest to push off the ground with a deafening roar, Jinichi's arms barely grazing his torso without doing any damage. But he didn't stop there. Just dodging wasn't enough.

The pool on the right leg rushed like the rolling of waves and deposited itself into the left leg reinforcing it enough to allow Hachiman to pivot and turn towards his Father.

And there it was.The reward he had worked so hard for. The unguarded back of the man who conceived him.

'Sonic Hammer? Thunder Spear? Glutton Sword? Ahh so many options to choose what should I do? Or should I use my Extension Technique? No no all of these are sub optimal. What I should use is…'

He raised his hand and felt a burst of Cursed Energy go off in his pocket. In his hand appeared a Blue throwing knife with Yellow edges. The one he had borrowed from the Cursed Warehouse this morning. With the snap of his arms in a whip like motion he planted it into that same unguarded back.

The lethal focus left his body as a smirk overtook his face as The older man went rolling in pain as he stood there.

'I won.' This was it. A wall of fists formed in front of him, a giant one at the front and many at behind it following. And he stood unfazed. They came closer. He loosened his knees and dropped his torso the slightest amount. Now even closer the wall of fists threatened to land a barrage of blows on him. He did not move. They were now close enough that he could reach out and touch them. He waited for another moment.

And then with a twist of his hips and a large turn of his torso the the left before bending downwards he let the large fist sail past him. His body stiffened quickly pulling him back upright, the wind of relatively smaller fists still hurling at him was dismissed with a reinforced punch meeting them head on as a loud boom was heard.

Hachiman walked out of the dust storm kicked up by the impact unfazed.

"YOU THINK YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN USE BINDING VOWS." The pathetic sight Jinichi had turned into, shouted at Hachiman.

A long wall of fists and hands, ten paces in length and three paces in height manifested in front of the man.

"Oh come on you idiot. It's over. A binding vow to use your Technique scarcely in battle? I don't know what the exact conditions are but you're gonna lose regardless. Your heart's gonna stop beating in less than a minute." Hachiman said, fixing his oversized flannel jacket and rotating his arms while doing so. "Or do you want more of a beating? Maybe I should torture you here to get the location right here huh?"

Hachiman hardened his entire body with Cursed Energy to the point that every muscle was saturated with the rolling blue waves. Now his frame was a spring pulled back to its maximum possible length, ready to unleash attacks on anyone in his general vicinity. Traces of that same lethal focus started tracing and prowling around the edges of his consciousness.

"Fire." Was the only response Jinichi had to his provocation as the fists hurled forward all the while more were formed in it's place.

The fish-eyes of the boy widened as he realised it wasn't just a single wave of attacks that could be neutralised by one of a few attacks. An instant of speculation passed in his mind's eye before he relaxed and Constructed a weapon.

A giant wave of sand was kicked up right before a tsunami of punches advanced into the storm. Jinichi felt his back loosen as the hold of Conformal Gravity still held tight onto his body, as made clear by the pain radiating from the left side of his chest. He had to at least make his son pass out to dispel the effect or get him to do so through negotiation if-no WHEN he lost.

When he had showed up to the Jujutsu Tokyo High he had planned to force him into a binding vow to return to the Zenin Clan. He would have been tired from the Goodwill event and even without that advantage Jinichi could have defeated him.

Or at least he thought so. The boy had proven too much for his progenitor, showing considerable growth and battle capacity. His current objective was to get out of here without forming a binding vow for anyone.

The landscape in front of him had turned into an abstract spill of Grey's from his Technique and the Sand that had somehow been kicked up by them as his fists disappeared into the rolling cloud of sand like dark splotches of colour against its lighter shade. With no sign of Hachiman anywhere.

The hair at the nape however stood at ends as he felt a huge burst of Cursed Energy popping into existence with like a flash. And it had spawned right behind him.

Danger flared in his consciousness he let out a strong backhand while pivoting his feet and turning his torso.

And he hit…. A cone made of metal with a valve at the tip facing downwards and large amounts of sand spilling out from the top. Confusion and terror filled him as he turned back around, with his sudden action, his Cursed Technique: Buddha's Hands had stopped firing leaving an opening to his back.

The fists had evaporated from existence due to his focus from them being taken off but the storm of sand stirred by the Cursed Tool still remained hiding whatever it had in its belly.

Another node of Cursed Energy was felt racing towards him as he scrambled to reposition himself and let out a Russian Hook utilising the rotation of his torso to add to the power.

Hachiman's feint had been countered, he had managed to react in time and turn his back in time and his punch had landed on to the bubble of Cursed Energy obviously hitting…

hitting…

hitting…

hitting…

hitting…

"Hey Dad." A voice from behind him whispered as the Sand rolled away from his hands enough to see what he had hit. A red and black chequered flannel jacket that Hachiman had been wearing.

Behind him stood his kin hand stretched back with a large well of Cursed Energy forming around his fist which had black knuckle dusters wrapped around it.

He was helpless as the force larger than a truck driving at a hundred kilometres slammed into his back only being able to release a shout of pain as blood and saliva left his mouth. On his knees he was now with his head crashing towards the ground meeting the sand that had settled from the storm.

"You look nice with your face in the sand bastard. It's where trash belongs. Well I would throw you in the dustbin but something as vile as you doesn't even deserve to be recycled." He snapped his fingers again. "iLLume."

Jinichi felt the effects of Conformal Gravity leaving his body but it didn't help with anything. His back was still aching in agony and his legs had given out. He could barely control his hands.

"Oh no no no you don't get to pass out." Hachiman said, coming forward and putting his foot on the back of his head.

"I'll have to do it now. If I don't think I'll get another chance to. "

"The first step is realisation of your own self Hachiman" she had said during the end of his second year. He still remembers the scene vividly. Her eyes looked so colourful and beautiful, Grey's reflecting the Golden of the setting sun as they sat on the rooftop of some dusty Ancient and Abandoned Chinese Monastery she had found the coordinates to on the internet. She had just put her head on his shoulders as she continued. "And then bringing that realisation into reality. That's how you open up a Domain, Hachiman."

His left hand was on top of his right with the index finger and thumb forming a loop with the rest of them outstretched.The right hand did the same but facing upwards completing an impromptu "8" with his hands.

"Domain Expansion: Exca-"

"Oh now what do we have here?" A silky voice interrupted the manifestation of his domain as a finger was inserted into the top loop of the 8 he had formed with his hands eliciting an image children would laugh to tears at the sight of.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of him before flicking the aforementioned finger down to break the sign of '8'.

"Bad Hachi-chan~" he drawled out before leaning away to reveal the mess they had caused. Sand settled as a thick bed onto the grass, the left wall of the Third Years Dorm had multiple holes punched into it. From the doorway he could catch the glimpse of the right wall of the dorm hallway cut into half and the opposite wall to the opening almost shattered. "Look how much damage you caused."

He took off his foot from Jinichi's head as Gojo continued while shifting his gaze downwards. "But I guess you couldn't help it huh."

All the while Hachiman had a disgruntled look on his face with a small frown. "I have other 'business' with him. Leave us alone Sensei."

"Hm hm and what might this 'other business' be?" He said forming air quotes with his hands. "You were going to get your sister's whereabouts out of him weren't you."

"I don't see how that concerns you."

"Oh my! Hachi-kun, why do you act so distant?" He said putting a hand to his chest. "You'll hurt Sensei, you know?"

A/N: Hello readers! It's me and this is chapter 2. I haven't gotten this far before lmao so I'm happy. How do you feel about the story? Feel free to comment. I was thinking about making Todo and Hachiman fight in this chapter but I realised that'd be inefficient. Next chapter is going to be way more story based so yeah onto some extras. (Real smooth transition I know right?

#3 Conformal Gravity: One of the weapons manifested through Zenin Hachiman's Extension Technique. It has very low durability only being able to hit seven times maximum before breaking. Hachiman was not used to this Cursed Tool thus used it inefficiently only allowing four hits.

#4 Glutton Sword[REDACTED]

#5 Character Profile:

Name: Jinichi Zenin

Date of Birth: June 6th 1979

Age: 39

Parents Name:

Father's Name: N/A

Mother's Name: N/A

Residence: Zenin Clan Compound, Kyoto

Favourite Food: Steak and Eggs

Favourite Drink: Chilled Beer

Cursed Energy Trait: N/A

Cursed Technique: Buddha's Hands

-Allows users to manifest metaphysical fists in the air made of Cursed Energy.

-User is allowed to give basic commands like Punch and Hold to those hands.

-Requires large amounts of Cursed Energy to utilise, inefficient in long drawn out battles.

Extension Techniques: N/A

Domain Expansion: N/A