Yūji sighs heavily as she turns off the hot water from the old bathtub.
"I really needed this," Yūji sighs as she starts to take off her clothes.
With non-stop training, Satoru following her every move to make sure she's safe and healthy, Shoko having her come by weekly for checkups, and her friends being incredibly protective in case more sorcerers come around to fight her, for the past month Yūji has not had any time to relax.
And the day she's finally able to relax, it's the night before the Goodwill Event. She's already dreading the absolute shit show it's going to become.
"I'm surprised you still haven't told that servant of yours," Sukuna comments, making Yūji groan softly.
"Sukuna, this is literally the only time I am able to relax. Please, let me actually relax," Yūji pleads tiredly, blankly staring at the bubbly water. Sukuna rolls his eyes with a huff.
"To answer your question, at the moment I can't officially tell Asai-san. She should already know, or at least is preparing for the chance of me being pregnant. If word gets out that I'm pregnant again, I won't have enough time to make preparations," Yūji explains while her words start to slur. She really was exhausted, and being pregnant wasn't helping much.
"...again?"
Yūji's mouth quirks up at the shocked question. "There is a long and unnecessarily traumatic story, but I need a blanket, cuddles, and someone to torture afterwards if I'm going to tell it."
"Yūji-chan!" Yūji yelps in surprise and whips around when her bathroom door is slammed open.
"Nobara-kun, what are you doing?!" Yūji asks in surprise. Nobara closes the door and gives the pink haired teenager a glare.
"I knocked and you didn't answer!" Nobara defends herself, completely unbothered by Yūji's lack of clothing. Yūji rolls her eyes before sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Nobara-kun, this is the only night I have to relax before I have to be subjected to murder attempts by the Kyoto students. Please, whatever you need, can it wait until at least after my bath?" Yūji says tiredly.
Nobara blinks before scowling, a pretty pink flush appearing on her cheeks. She huffs loudly and slams the bathroom door closed, making Yūji blink.
"Idiot! Have you been overexerting yourself?" Nobara asks as she walks over. Yūji leans back slightly when Nobara leans into her face, checking for any injuries.
"Well, we all have really... I've just been really drained recently," Yūji speaks vaguely. The orange haired teenager leans even closer for a moment, searching for any lies.
"You look so haggard. Get in the tub," Nobara states eventually. Yūji blinks at the order before smiling softly. She hums and turns around, slowly getting into the bathtub.
"Hmm..." Yūji hums in delight, practically sinking further into the water as her sore muscles relax. She leans her head back against the wall with her eyes closed.
"Sit up." Yūji pouts with a small whine, making Nobara roll her eyes with an amused huff.
"I can't wash your hair if you're leaning against the wall," Nobara states with a small smile. Yūji whines again before she sits up.
Nobara gently runs her hands through Yūji's hair, slowly brushing through any tangles. Yūji hums in delight and presses her head back into her hands.
"Don't have to do this," The pink haired teenager mutters in a soft voice. Nobara huffs as she reaches over and grabs the small bucket next to the tub.
"I want to, idiot." She dumps water over Yūji's head before reaching over to grab the shampoo sitting next to the bathtub. "You and Gojo-sensei are hiding something from me and Fushiguro."
Yūji smiles with a small huff for a laugh. She sighs as Nobara starts to scrub her hair clean, massaging her scalp at the same time.
"What makes you say that?" She asks with a knowing smile. Nobara picks up the bucket again and fills it with water.
"Keep your eyes closed," Nobara mutters before she pours the water over Yūji's hair.
The orange haired teenager stays silent for a long moment as she starts to massage the conditioner into Yūji's hair. "Gojo-sensei lets you leave the campus more often and you always disappear somewhere. He's always hovering around you, especially when some of those asshole sorcerers are near."
"Mm." Yūji gently rubs her hand over her stomach. Her smile brightens just a bit more when she feels the slight bump.
"You're taking more phone calls, but from what Yoshino says, you're an heiress or some shit like that. You're constantly hanging out with us, but you seem to be distancing yourself, like you're calculating something," Nobara continues calmly, fingernails lightly scratching Yūji's head. Yūji purrs and leans up into her hands.
"I didn't realize I was worrying you all so much," Yūji says softly before she leans her head back to look up at her friend. Nobara was staring down at her with a furrowed expression, her eyes clouded with worry and fear.
"It's nothing... disastrous. Gojo-sensei would prefer to shout out the secret to the entire world, but he's never had enemies like mine. I have to be careful." Yūji smiles and raises a hand. She grabs Nobara's and squeezes it in comfort.
"I can't guarantee everyone's safety if the higher-ups or my enemies find out before everything is prepared," The pink haired teenager gently pulls Nobara's hand towards her mouth and kisses her palm, "but soon–very soon–I'll be able to tell you, Megumi-kun, Junpei-kun, and the second years."
Nobara stares into her eyes with a hard look. She sighs heavily and leans down, kissing Yūji's lips.
"I trust you, idiot. We were... Fushiguro and Yoshino were scared that you didn't like us anymore," Nobara corrects herself with a faint blush painting her cheeks. Yūji laughs softly and faces forward, so the fiery female could wash out the conditioner.
Yūji rubs her stomach once more. "My children will be coming home tomorrow. Yukimura-sensei already knows to head to the school, but I don't know if she'll bring them with her. I'm excited for you all to meet them."
"How do you even have kids? You're 15!" Nobara asks as she grabs the bucket again. Yūji giggles and closes her eyes.
"Hmm... I just stumble upon interesting children every once in a while. A few of them become mine, so I take them under my wing." Yūji sighs as the hot water is poured over her head one last time. "A dragon hoards many things. Including people sometimes."
The Goodwill Event hadn't even begun and even a blind man would be able to tell that Yūji was completely right in her assumption. It was going to be an absolute shit show and the assassination attempts haven't even started yet.
Even with her incredibly relaxing night the night before, Yūji was feeling completely exhausted and her body was incredibly sore, especially her breasts. She could barely sleep, even with Nobara sleeping with her that night, and nausea kept coming and going in waves for the entire morning before Yūji even needed to get up.
Yūji had her head resting in her arms as Maki repeated the plan one last time for them all. They were going to be doing a team battle, or some form of capture the flag.
Each team would have a designated building to keep their flag. The opposing team would keep two people protecting the flag and the rest would be going to try and retrieve the other team's flag. The team who takes the opponent's flag and brings it to where the teachers and principals were watching the game first would win the team battle.
Curses of almost all grades were placed into the forest beforehand and both teams were allowed to kill however many they wanted. Each person is given a ball to throw at the opponents. If someone is hit with the ball, or they were knocked out, they are out of the game and sent to the observation room. It was a brutal team battle, and from the expressions Satoru's and Shoko's faces, this was something new and unexpected.
"All sorts of accidents can happen here. And you felt it before me, right?" Yūji thinks as she slowly lifts her head up to rest it on her palm.
Sukuna chuckles with a cold grin. "So many jujutsu sorcerers for a simple school competition. You'll have a good time fighting them if that's what they're here for."
"Yūji-chan, are you sure you want to be protecting the flag? You're a front line fighter," Maki asks, making the pink haired teenager snap back into the conversation.
"Mmhmm. There's going to be so many murder attempts on me, I doubt I'll be much help when trying to take the flag." Yūji rubs her forehead as a sudden dizzy spell appears. "Don't be surprised if there's going to be more players in this game than what was told. They'll be after me, so focus on winning."
"Yūji-chan..." Junpei trails off with a small look. Yūji smiles and reaches her hand over, ruffling the younger teenager's hair.
"You focus on winning, okay? You need to show this other school that you're better than them. Nobara-kun will be with me." The pink haired teenager stands up to stretch, but the dizzy spell gets worse.
"Yūji!"
"Yūji-chan?"
"Yūji-chan!"
Yūji almost collapses to the ground, but everyone around her is quick to gently sit her back down. She blinks rapidly, placing a hand over her forehead.
"Yūji-chan, what's wrong? What did you do? Fushiguro, go get Shoko-san!" Nobara exclaims, quickly placing two fingers against Yūji's pulse.
Yūji waves her off with a tired smile. "Don't. I'm fine. I just had a dizzy spell. No need to get Shoko-san."
"Yūji-chan, you idiot! Why didn't you say anything about having a dizzy spell?! Why are you participating in the Goodwill Event? Gods, I'll slam my hammer against your head if you pass out!" Nobara scolds loudly, making Yūji laugh with a soft smile.
"Yūji..." Sukuna trails off in a growl. The pink haired teenager smiles even more as she rubs her forehead. The entire world was spinning a thousand miles around her.
"How did you get a dizzy spell? Did Mahito do something to you that you didn't tell me?" Junpei asks worriedly. He gently grabs Yūji's wrist, rubbing circles on her hand.
Yūji smiles secretly and shakes her head. She turns her hand and grabs Junpei's wrist.
"The walls have ears," Yūji whispers before placing a finger against her mouth. Junpei blinks at the statement.
"Will you tell us the truth after the Goodwill Event?" Megumi speaks up with a blank expression. Yūji turns to give the black haired teenager a small look. She smiles and nods her head.
"You'll find out before. Everything's almost prepared. When Yukimura-sensei comes, I'll tell you. My children can't keep a secret like this to themselves for the life of them." She smiles fondly and leans back.
"How many children do you have?" Junpei asks curiously. Yūji's eyes crinkle as her smile becomes the brightest her friends have ever seen.
"I have nine–ten now with you, Junpei." Yūji instinctively places a hand on her stomach as a silent apology. "All of them are absolute sweethearts and rascals in their own ways."
"That's a lot of children," Maki states, making Yūji giggle with a nod.
"I found most of them. They interested me, and then became mine. If they asked, I would burn the world for them," The pink haired teenager continues. She sighs softly, smiling at the thought of her children.
"They're coming home today... Gods, how I missed them. I had to... send them away a year ago for their protection. Now, it's safe for them to be with me again," She continues before she giggles at a sudden thought.
"Junpei won't be able to catch a break. They'll all be clambering for answers and attention for themselves." Yūji shakes her head and focuses back on her friends.
"All of these mushy feelings are giving me a headache. Get on with the plan," Sukuna sneers, but Yūji could clearly feel the slight fondness inside the curse.
Yūji's phone rings loudly, startling Yūji. She growls under her breath and takes out her phone. She stands up, slower this time, and checks the caller I.D.
"Myung-san, is something wrong? I'm about to compete in the Goodwill Event," The pink haired teenager asks right as she answers her phone.
"Hisanobu created a public uproar. Again," Myung Ji-hye, Yūji's PA and financial manager, says in a cold tone.
Yūji pinches the bridge of her nose with a harsh sigh. "Where's Masako?"
"Damage control. She's holding a press conference right now, so she couldn't call you. I've sent Murata to the airport with a security detail just in case. Asai, Riho, and I are on our way to your school," Ji-hye speaks before she talks to someone else in a muffled tone.
Yūji sighs again and nods her head. "The bi-annual meeting is next month. I'll have Masako become the head of the Shō Clan. Make sure everything is prepared for the transfer of power. Prioritize the issues Masako will need my help to fix first. Everything else, prioritize them as you see fit."
"Yūji-chan, we need to go," Nobara speaks quietly. Yūji nods her head and starts walking with her classmates.
"There'll be more players during the Goodwill Event than what was anticipated. My classmates and I can easily handle it, but I don't know what will happen if the kids are coming here," Yūji says as she rubs her temple. A migraine throbs in Yūji's head.
"Please have Asai-san bring some migraine medication. It doesn't take a genius to see that this day is going to be an absolute shit show," The pink haired teenager adds.
"Of course, Yūji-sama."
"Thank you." Yūji ends the call and sighs heavily. "I hate family drama."
"Tell me about it," Megumi and Maki speak at the same time, in the same tone.
"Yūji-chan~!" Yūji giggles as Nobara kicks Satoru away with a growl. She shakes her head in fond exasperation when Megumi stands in front of Yūji with his arms crossed and a frown marring his face.
"Nobara-chan! Why are you treating your dearest sensei this way?!" Satoru whines as he hugs Nobara while standing on his knees. Nobara sneers and slams her fist towards his head, knocking him away.
"Yūji-chan has a migraine and shouldn't be handling your childish antics right now. Now, get off!" Nobara kicks him away before crossing her arms. Yūji walks forward and rests her chin on her classmate's shoulder.
"My savior," The pink haired teenager teases with a smile. Nobara flushes a light pink and turns her head with a huff.
"Best Friend! It's good to see you once again!" Aoi booms with a grin. Yūji hides her wince and gives the older teenager a tight smile.
"Todo-san, we've only fought once... I don't think that makes us best friends..." Yūji tries to convince the bulky male.
He just laughs with his arms crossed. "Your jokes are always so hilarious, Itadori!"
Yūji and Megumi glance at each other, both sweatdropping. She wasn't getting out of this, was she?
"Todo, you really need to stop talking to it. It won't last long against us," Mai states arrogantly as she walks into view. Yūji's eye twitches more at the resonating growl inside her mind than the actual insult.
"Sukuna, I would prefer not to kill you. Please stop making my migraine worse," She thinks with a tight smile. Sukuna huffs before he fades to the background. Yūji internally chuckles at the curse's obvious pouting.
"So, this is the Vessel you're allowing to live, Gojo." Yūji tenses immediately at the arrogant voice right next to her ear. She glances through her peripherals and notices a man looming over her with a grin.
Yūji slowly turns and stares up at the man, keeping her senses open. She smiles up at him and tilts her head.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Yūji asks politely, immediately taking note of how extremely tense Maki, Megumi, and even Mai were.
He was around 27 years old and had short blonde hair with black tips, sharp brown eyes, and fair skin. He didn't look all that intimidating in Yūji's opinion, but he managed to get in her personal space with barely a warning.
The man just grins even wider and stands up even taller. "Zen'in Naoya."
Yūji blinks at how the information was stated. Was she supposed to know who he was?
"Eh... Gojo-sensei... am I supposed to know who he is?" Yūji leans to the side with a hand hiding her mouth from Naoya.
Megumi coughs suspiciously right at that moment while Nobara snorts behind her hand. Satoru grins widely and wraps an arm around the incredibly furious Naoya.
"Nope! He's just a jujutsu sorcerer from the Zen'in Clan, and the heir," Satoru states brightly, realization lighting up Yūji's face.
"Oh! So he's one of the people who'll try and fail to kill me today!" Yūji exclaims just as bright as Satoru's answer. Satoru grins even wider with a small laugh, patting Naoya's shoulder before releasing his hold.
"Yep!"
"Fail? I don't fail, boy." Naoya sneers, making Yūji giggle.
"You will today!" Yūji leans forward with her hands clasped behind her. "I've been through more assassination and murder attempts than you've ever tried to commit. Nothing you use against me will surprise me, Zen'in-san!"
"It's Zen'in-sama to you. I'm not some lowly trash like you," Naoya growls in pure fury. Yūji just smiles even wider, not at all intimidated by the man.
"You haven't earned any points of likeness from me to even call you anything higher than trash, Zen'in-san. Truth be told, compared to me, you are trash." The pink haired teenager continues to taunt the older man.
"Yūji-chan," Maki hisses, tugging at the younger female's arm. Yūji glares straight into Naoya's eyes, not backing down.
"I should cut you down right here for your insults. You're just a Vessel. Something born to die." Naoya takes a step forward, his hand twitching for a weapon Yūji knows he had hidden on his person.
"Me? Born to die? Let me tell you something about me, trash. I was never born to die, because that is not how I want to die. If it isn't what I choose, then I. Won't. Die." Yūji jabs her finger in Naoya's chest, allowing the nail to grow to a sharp point. "And you better get that branded in your fucking head before you even think about fighting me. But you shouldn't worry about that. I hate dirtying my hands with lowly trash like you."
Yūji doesn't flinch away when a knife is suddenly swung towards her neck. She smirks when the knife point stops, pressed right against her neck. A well-manicured hand wrapped around the arrogant man's wrist in a death grip.
"I highly advise, Naoya, that you lower your weapon away from Yūji-sama."
Naoya stares at the woman who stopped him before snarling. "Yuki-onna, the curse user: Yukimura Aimi."
I AM NOT DEAD! WOOT WOOT.
I hope you all like the new, and definitely overdue, chapter! The ending may be a bit weird, but I had writer's block and then I forgot my intended ending for this chapter. So, I created this ending instead.
Also, please note: I haven't gotten far into the JJK manga, so I've based Naoya's personality on my understanding of his Fandom Wiki page. If he is OOC, I apologize.
I am deeply sorry for the long wait for the chapter! But, it's out! Woot woot!
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye!
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