Yūji hums in thought as she throws the softball Satoru gave her up in the air. "So everything in this test is just like what'd I do in a regular school fitness test?"
"Yep! Yep! Only thing different is that you can use your cursed energy, there's going to be a spar, and I'll have to see how skilled you are with weapons!" Satoru raises two thumbs up. "Now, throw the ball! C'mon~ I want to see how far you can throw it without cursed energy since you can't access it yet!"
Yūji laughs quietly as the rest of her classmates just roll their eyes. She throws the softball back into the air while turning to face the clear field behind her. The softball lands in her hand and she inspects it quickly.
"Hm... I hope I don't blowout my arm again," The pink haired teenager thinks before she gets into a pitcher's stance. She stands on one leg, holding the softball in her right hand. Her eyes narrow as she takes a deep breath and she throws the ball with all of her strength with a small shout.
"Holy shit." Yūji ignores Megumi's statement and watches her softball throw break the sound barrier. She winces slightly at the incredibly loud boom it created before lifting a hand over her eyes.
"Man. That wasn't my best... I should've warmed up before throwing," The pink haired teenager speaks to herself in disappointment, placing a hand on her hip.
"W-wasn't your best?! Yūji-chan, what the fu–"
"Tsuna tsuna! Sujiko..." Toge points at the horizon as a large mushroom cloud of dust suddenly appears.
"Hmph, we'll need to fight sometime. All that strength, you might actually be able to land a hit on me," Sukuna states with an impressed stare.
Satoru whistles loudly, scratching the back of his head. "Indeed, Toge-kun! I'd say that's around 1,000 kilometers away. Probably even more!"
"It's been forever since anyone's been able to challenge my strength!" Maki exclaims with a fierce grin. "We need to have an arm wrestling later!"
Yūji giggles at all of the statements, flushing a pretty pink. She brushes some of her hair out of her face and grins brightly.
"Ah, that sounds amazing! I was only ever allowed to arm wrestle Yukimura-sensei," Yūji states with an excited gleam in her eyes. Satoru claps before pointing his finger upwards.
"Time for the 3,000 meter dash!" The pink haired teenager brightens up at the statement. She starts moving from foot to foot with an increasingly brightening smile.
"I get to run? Wow, you're the best Gojo-sensei!" Yūji exclaims brightly.
"This might be the first time Yukimura-sensei won't have any reason to beat my ass! Hell yeah!" She thinks in triumph. She might actually please her hellhound of a teacher for once.
"It's just running–actually, how the hell can you get excited about running?" Nobara asks, giving her classmate a weird look. Yūji flushes and she laughs nervously, scratching the back of her neck.
"Oh, I've never been able to truly do my best in any fitness test... it didn't help that many of my teachers didn't even attempt to test my limits after the first test." Yūji starts to stretch her legs.
"And Yukimura-sensei had always played Run or Die with me when I was younger! It was so fun! It's easily one of my favorite childhood games," Yūji adds with a bright smile.
Nobara blinks before a small shiver runs through her body. "Run or Die? What the fuck is wro–"
"That sounds brutal," Megumi interrupts the ginger haired teenager. She growls loudly and punches the back of his head, making him grunt.
"Don't interrupt me!" Nobara states while she crosses her arms. Megumi looks down at her with a dry look.
Yūji giggles as she watches the two bicker. She looks over at Satoru and gives him a smile.
"How many times around the track is a kilometer?" Yūji asks excitedly, ignoring Nobara and Megumi's argument, for now.
"Two times around the track is the approximate. Once you finish up the fourth lap, I'll have your time!" Satoru explains brightly, holding up a stopwatch that appears out of nowhere. Yūji grins in determination as she easily folds herself in half to touch the ground in front of her toes.
"Better pay attention then, Gojo-sensei! I'm pretty fast," She comments, standing back up straight. She starts walking towards the track and pulls off her hoodie.
Yūji stretches her arms above her, dropping her hoodie on the ground. She sighs slightly and pops her neck. Nobara glances at Yūji during her argument with Megumi and chokes on air, doing a double take. She lets out a low whistle, making Yūji turn.
"Shit, Yūji-chan, you're buff as fuck!" Nobara's face flushes slightly as Yūji fully turns around, walking backwards.
Yūji wasn't by any means skinny or the average weight for someone of her age and height. She was 152.4 centimeters*, 15 years old, and easily almost 63 kilograms* which many would consider overweight–if they don't know that her weight is purely made up of muscle. She's a size 17* when looking for clothes, sometimes a size 19* depending on the store, but for both she's considered plus size. Yūji wasn't skinny. Definitely not.
She worked hard for her strength and muscle, and she wasn't going to throw it all away just because she was "plus sized" and "too big" or has "too much muscle". Though, it is funny that when people want her smaller, they want her boobs bigger–being just an 65A*–some even having the audacity to recommend plastic surgeons. It's hilarious!
"Nobara-kun, you're too kind!" Yūji exclaims as she rests her hands behind her head. Megumi was bright red and looking down at the ground, Maki was staring with no shame and a smirk, Satoru leaned forward with a hum and an intrigued smile, Nobara was flushed but smirking, Toge had bright red ears and was facing away from Yūji, and Panda had his head tilted in curiosity.
"Can you crush a watermelon with those thighs?" Maki asks, smirking even more.
Megumi harshly tugs at her arm with a hiss, "Zen'in-senpai!"
Yūji looks up in thought, stopping her walk once she reaches the track. A small hum leaves her mouth as she crouches down, stretching her leg.
"I think so! Yukimura-sensei says I can easily crush someone's head, so yeah! I'm pretty sure," The pink haired teenager answers with a bright smile. Megumi and Toge flush even redder and Satoru barks out a laugh of surprise. Nobara stares at her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and Maki just hums with glinted glasses. Panda rubs his chin in thought, humming.
"You ready to go, Yūji-chan?" Satoru asks with a wide grin, shoving his free hand into his pocket. Yūji looks down and quickly steps into one of the positions. She gives a thumbs up and a bright smile.
"Yep, yep! Gojo-sensei, I'm ready!" She gives a bright wave before crouching down in a runner's position. Satoru holds out the stopwatch, his grin getting wider.
"Ready..." Yūji lifts up her head.
"Set..." She tenses her arms, pressing into the track.
"Go!" Yūji sprints forward, causing a large crater into the ground beneath her foot from the force. She seemingly disappears from sight for a moment before they all see her again almost reaching the halfway point of the track. They all blink and she's already almost back to the start line.
"Yūji-chan's a monster! What the fuck...?" Nobara breathes out shock with wide eyes.
"...she'll be a demon to fight against once she figures out how to use cursed energy," Maki states with an impressed stare. She places a hand on her hip and watches Yūji easily finish a mile in less than a minute.
"Tsunamayo ikura?" Toge asks quietly with wide eyes. Satoru hums and shakes his head.
"This is all on her own. Yūji-chan has a tight control over Sukuna," Satoru explains, incredibly impressed. "Yūji-chan might be able to beat me one day!"
He presses the stop button the moment Yūji steps over the start line one last time. Yūji slides to a stop, creating two small ditches in the ground from the force. When the dust and debris clears, Yūji was walking forward with a lazy stretch. She didn't even break a sweat.
"Yo! Yūji-chan, how're you so fast?! You got 1:07.34! Have you considered joining the Olympics?" The white haired man asks brightly. Yūji smiles and grabs her hoodie as she passes it.
"Too young to join, Gojo-sensei! What's next? Will I be able to work out after the test? This is such a great warm-up for me!" The pink haired teenager answers with a playful eye roll.
Satoru grins and puts up the stop watch. "Depends on the outcome of the spar! Now, to the push ups!"
"Itadori..." Megumi trails off quietly and flushes slightly when Yūji faces him with a head tilt. "Itadori, your old upperclassmen... They mentioned a few rumors."
Yūji rolls her eyes with a fond smile. She shakes her head and places a hand on her hip with a snort.
"Was it Iguchi-senpai? He was always a gossiper," Yūji asks rhetorically. Megumi swallows and slowly nods his head.
"He said... he said that you were a black belt in three martial arts... and that you once got jumped by six people–and won. Is that–is that true?" The black haired teenager asks curiously. Yūji blinks before smiling brightly.
"Fushiguro-san, that's the most I've heard from you since you first talked to me! And call me Yūji! I'd say we're friends now!" Yūji exclaims brightly before walking past. She pauses with a small noise and turns around with a cheeky smile.
"You shouldn't go trusting rumors y'know! Those two aren't true." She turns back around and continues walking. "I'm a black belt in six martial arts, five godan* and one shichidan*, and it was eight people with all sorts of weapons against me when I only had a pencil."
Nobara chokes on air and wheezes at the information. Megumi just stares after the pink haired teenager with wide eyes.
"...interesting. After this boring fight, come into my domain, slut. We need to talk," Sukuna states with a large grin. Yūji internally hums in acknowledgement as she stretches her arms again.
"'kay. Can we do it after the day ends? Myung-san needs to talk with me around 7:00 PM."
"Hurry it up then, slut." Sukuna fades into the back of Yūji's mind, present but not enough to bother Yūji.
"Did you–I'm sorry, did you imply that you John Wick'd eight people?" Nobara asks, following after the pink haired teenager. Yūji snorts at the name for it and looks over her shoulder with a small look.
"Maybe. It was in self-defense, like John Wick." Yūji laughs when Nobara sputters at the information.
"Yūji-chan, all of your answers are greatly worrying me," Nobara states with a small scowl. Yūji just smiles.
"I'll give you a free third shopping spree~!"
Nobara snaps her head up with a certain glint in her eye. "I have no idea what I'm talking about. When are we going on our first trip, Yūji-chan?"
"Be safe, Yūji-chan, Megumi-chan, Nobara-chan! Call if you need any help–or an alibi! Don't talk to strangers!" Satoru calls out with a bright smile before taking off with the car. Yūji gives a bright wave as he speeds off, Nobara and Megumi watching the car with deadpan expressions.
"Hmph. I bet he'll expect us to walk home," Nobara states with a small scowl. Yūji turns around with a bright smile, linking her arms with Nobara and Megumi. The black haired teenager tenses at the sudden touch while Nobara looks down at their linked arms.
"Let's go! I've never been shopping in Shibuya. Since I'm paying, pick wherever you'd like!" Yūji states cheerfully. Megumi sighs at the wicked grin that grows on Nobara's face.
"You're going to regret saying that, Yūji," Megumi states, making Nobara give him a harsh glare before she pulls the other two with her. Yūji just smiles with a hum.
"No I won't," Yūji states confidently, quickly finding her footing before Nobara's pulling causes her to fall. Megumi narrows his stare at the statement before sighing heavily in realization.
"Rich kid?"
"Old money," Yūji answers, still smiling. Megumi rolls his eyes and allows himself to be dragged. They head straight to a lingerie store, making Yūji raise an eyebrow.
"I am not going in there." Megumi tries to stop walking, making them all stop. Nobara rolls her eyes and gives him a look over her shoulder.
"You can just browse. I need another bra, and Kikuryō came out with a new line," Nobara says before she starts walking again. Yūji smiles in amusement before giving the only male out of their year a small smile.
"Who knows... you might find something you like," She says with a teasing smile. Megumi gives her an incredulous look before his ears turn red.
"Oh? Does the pretty boy like to play dress up?" Sukuna asks with a wide grin. Yūji internally rolls her eyes, giving the curse a mental shove.
"Oh hush, it's much more accepted for a male to dress in feminine clothes. Just as it's more accepted for a female to dress in masculine clothes," Yūji states before focusing back into reality. She gives Megumi a soft smile before tilting her head towards the lingerie store.
"If you do find something... well, I didn't see anything. I'm sure Nobara-kun doesn't either." They stop in front of the entrance. Yūji unlinks her arm from the black haired teenager and grins brightly at Nobara.
"We'll try not to take long!" Megumi stays outside with a conflicted expression. He bites his lip and glances inside before glancing around. His face starts to flush as he takes a hesitant step inside.
"Fuck me..." Megumi sighs quietly to himself in exasperation. This was way out of his comfort zone.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Yūji finally meets the second years (except Yūta, for now)!
Also, you do not know how long I contemplated how dummy thicc canon Yūji was when I was still making the first chapter. Like, it's really hard! Everyone in canon anime has either been much taller than Yūji *cough* *cough* Satoru *cough* *cough* or so much fucking buffer than a normal human male *cough* *cough* Aoi *cough* *cough* When I finally figured it out... Man, I love THICCC with three C's Itadori Yūji now.
*Extra information*
*(1): 152.4 centimeters is five foot even. Since USA is stupid and follows imperial measurements, I have to explain this stuff. I also have to learn about it, cause I don't know shit about the metric system.
*(2): 63 kilograms is a tiny, tiny, tiny bit less than 140 pounds for my USA bitches.
*(3): Japan goes up five sizes for their numbers in sizes. A size 17 is a size 12 in USA (Large).
*(4): A size 19 is a size 14 in USA (XL/1X). From all of my research, I'm pretty sure a size 17 is considered plus size in Japan. I don't know for sure though! So please don't take it as fact until I know–or you know–for sure!
*(5): 65A is the Japanese breast measurement. From the chart Is aw, it's the smallest one. An A Cup is an AA in USA sizes. The number before the letter is the underbust band size. The band size also goes up by five.
*(6): So, I learned a lot of shit about black belts. Getting a black belt doesn't mean you're a master at that martial art, it means your competent in it. The rankings for black belt are called dans. Godan is the fifth rank.
*(7): Shichidan is the seventh rank in the dan system.
Also, I hope you enjoy my little John Wick thing. Those movies are amazing–and the little scene with the pencil is fucking crazy.
Another note, Sukuna does not mean what he says in any bad or offensive way. He's just curious, he's also a curse–who doesn't give a flying fuck about stuff like that.
Another thing... Guy, I made a Tumblr. By the same name, WhovianWhoudini, obviously. I have no idea what the fuck I'm gonna do with it, but it's there. Also, I have no idea how to use Tumblr, so, you know, all kinds of help is appreciated.
Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter than usual! I hope you all are enjoying the story regardless! Bye.
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