"That idiot actually listened."

Kagome sighs as she adjusts her backpack. "You really shouldn't talk about your guardian like that Megumi-kun. Satoru just worries."

"About the wrong things," he retorts, leading the way to Jujutsu High. He takes his red tie off and stuffs it in his pocket. "He's been even more insufferable lately."

"Oh? I can talk to him if you want." She frowns. If Satoru is being awful, then she should say something. Right now, Megumi-kun is her student and when she starts at Jujutsu High, Satoru will be her coworker. She doesn't want to work with a man who is mistreating the children he promised to take care of.

Megumi slants a glance her way. "He's been pushing me too hard at training. Even knocked me into the sky."

"WHAT?" Kagome shakes her head. Oh, absolutely not. "That is far too high for any human to go. Your bones are far too weak to handle falling from the air."

"I–what?"

"Don't worry Megumi-kun, I'll have words with Satoru." Maybe she shouldn't give him his gift then. What on earth could he be thinking? "If there is anything else troubling you, you can always come to me." She smiles at him as they make their way up the steps.

Thank Kami she wore some flats today.

"Uhh... sure?" Megumi turns his head away. "The higher-ups like to meet over here. I think. I've never had to meet with them, but Gojo always comes from here."

"Oh, thank you!" She slides her backpack off and reaches inside. "Hold on, I got something for you." She pulls out a box and hands it to him.

"What is this?"

"A gift. I went to visit some old friends the other day, and I thought you would like it." She gives him a lopsided smile. "Especially with how clumsy you were the other night. It wouldn't do well for you to lose your balance so much when you're out on the field."

Megumi's face turns pink. He scoffs. "I'm not that clumsy. It was a one off and I didn't mean to ruin your date." He grips the box and then lifts it. "A necklace?"

Kagome taps the necklace. "They say these are made of the teeth of a dragon. And this chain is created from the wings of bat demons." She chuckles. "Allegedly anyway. But it's rumored to help you stay light on your feet."

"Oh? Okay." He slides the necklace on and then quirks a brow. "What the..."

"Keep that on when you go on missions," she interrupts, zipping the backpack and sliding it back on. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep them waiting much longer. I'll talk to Satoru the next time I see him."

"He's probably here. Or if he isn't, I bet he'll be here when you get out of your meeting."

Kagome blinks. "Well okay. I'll stick around a bit and see if I can't catch him. He really shouldn't be launching you in the sky." She waves goodbye and heads into the building. The hairs on her arm stand up. She bites the inside of her cheek. So, these are the higher-ups? They don't even show their face.

It's unnerving.

But, she deals with Sesshomaru on a regular basis. This is no biggie.

And yet there is something about how these elders of Jujutsu society hide behind these doors and how dimly lit the room is. If they are to be the backbone of society and to keep the order, why do they hide their faces?

"Higurashi Kagome?" A voice that sounds like a cat whose tail just got stepped on calls. "How do you know Gojo Satoru?"

Huh?

"I'm Megumi-kun's teacher. And Satoru is his guardian. That's how we met." She keeps her hands uncrossed. Surely that isn't what they want to know.

"He recommended you for special grade."

She can hear the but suspended in the air.

"But none of your abilities are worthy of being special grade. Despite what he may think."

"With all due respect, what does my grade have to do with me teaching the students?"

Another voice speaks up, "What other abilities do you have?"

"I only have what Satoru reported." She shrugs. "My powers are effective in taking down special grades because of the nature. But I can see why you wouldn't want to classify me as such." No way in hell is she going to tell them everything she can do. There's something wrong with these higher-ups. Maybe it's because they refuse to show their faces.

Or maybe it's the suffocating, cursed energy warping the room.

Or maybe it's Satoru's warning in her head telling her not to reveal everything.

"We will employ you on a probationary period—"

"That's not going to work with me." She swallows the sigh she so desperately wants to let loose. "I'm either employed or I'm not. I'm fine staying at the school I am teaching."

"We cannot allow you to just run rampant."

She smiles despite the anger brewing in her stomach like a woken dragon. "I would be better suited putting my powers to work here, but I can't do a probationary period. My bills don't care about that." She shrugs. "Besides, it's like you said. I'm not suited for special grade. My powers aren't destructive on a full scale. But healing and teaching is something I can do."

They converse amongst one another before electing a new speaker. "Semi-special grade. Your healing is valuable, but you cannot take out a country. This is more than generous. Do not become greedy and seek things outside your worth."

"... Right." She fiddles with the strap. "Are we done? Because I actually have gifts for everyone."

"Gifts?"

"Just some charms. I have a couple different ones." She slides her backpack off and digs around for the charms. "It's nothing fancy. But growing up as a priestess, it's hard to break the habit." She sets the different charms on the ground. "You can take a look after I leave, so you don't have to show me your face."

"... You got us gifts?"

"It's the proper thing to do." She slides her backpack on and waits for them to dismiss her. If she knew they were going to be such dicks, then she would have chosen something less helpful, but it's fine.

It's fine.

Okay, it's not fine. She's barely keeping her temper in check. Can they speed this along? She still needs to tear Satoru a new one for mistreating Megumi-kun.

"You are dismissed," the voice that sounds like a hurt cat says. "And one last piece of advice. Watch yourself around Gojo Satoru."

She keeps her face blank and dips her head in acknowledgment. "I'll keep that in mind." She heads out of the building and stops. How long has he been out here?

"Did they give you a hard time?" Satoru asks, reaching for her backpack. She sidesteps him. He pouts. "I can carry that for you."

"Never mind that. Did you knock Megumi-kun into the sky?"

"I–what?"

"Did. You. Knock. Megumi-kun. Into. The. Sky?"

"His feet barely left the ground." He chuckles as he grips the back of his neck. "Did they give you special grade status?"

"No. They gave me semi-special grade." She matches his steps, or maybe he matches her strides. "Megumi-kun could have been seriously injured. Humans can't just handle falls like that."

"I mean... he knows how to reinforce his body with cursed energy so he could handle the fall." He jerks back. "I mean... he tripped and saw the sky that way."

"I don't believe you. And to think I got you a gift."

"You got me a gift?" He crowds her space. "Whatcha get me? A date?"

"You want me to hook you up with someone?"

"No."

"Then what are you—"

"Is it in your backpack?" He goes to unzip the bag. "Ya know, semi-special grade isn't a thing. So, they made it up for you."

"Hands off the bag." She smacks his hands. "I got everyone gifts."

"Ugh," he groans. "I thought we had something special." He zips the bag up and pouts. "Any more dates this week?"

"Probably not," she admits. "Mori-san was nice and all, but a bit boring."

"Not your type? Bet it was the shit hair."

Does she have a type?

She purses her lips together, racking her brain. "I guess my type is someone strong and reliable."

"I'm the strongest."

She smiles and pats his chest. "Yeah, someone strong and reliable. Not too possessive, but a little unhinged." Kagome sighs. "I basically want a fictional man or a demon." Not to mention, any man she ends up with has to somehow go through Sesshomaru, and what man can stand up to him?

She should just start collecting cats now at this rate.

"... I can be a demon?"

"What? You always say the silliest things." She snorts. "Oh, is this the clinic?" It smells like a hospital. That distinct clean scent mingled with medicine.

"Yeah," Satoru replies, sounding a bit down.

"Are you okay?" She stands on her tiptoes and presses a hand to his forehead. He doesn't feel warm, but his voice is off. He must be pushing himself too hard. "Do you want me to check you out?"

"You can check me out any day. Any time. Any place."

Oh dear, this is bad. She removes her hand and leads him into the building. A woman with long brown hair turns and raises her eyebrows.

"Sorry for barging in here. I'm Higurashi Kagome." She gestures to Satoru. "Satoru doesn't seem to be feeling the best."

"He isn't, is he?" the woman says. "Well, Satoru, why don't you hop up on the table?"

"Since when do you have jokes?" Satoru grumbles, getting on the table. He unwraps the bandages around his eyes and stares at her.

His eyes are so blue it hurts to look at him. Wait. Is it his eyes that are bothering him?

"Sorry..."

"Call me Shoko. You're the new teacher, right? Satoru told me all about you."

He did?

"Shoko, sorry. I think it might be his eyes that are bothering him."

"Oh, are you going to give him an energy massage?"

"NO!" Satoru yells, startling Kagome. "I mean, not right now. Later. Like at my place or yours. Not here."

Kagome nods her head. She gets it. Even at the school, he must not want to show any weakness. "Okay, later if you need it. But I'm going to look at your eyes." She'll have to give him his gift even though he doesn't deserve it for being so rough with Megumi-kun. It should help lessen the strain on his eyes. Kagome cups his face with her palms.

His face is hot.

He wasn't hot before. That's not good.

"Hold on. This shouldn't take that long," she murmurs, closing her eyes. Not that she needs to have her eyes closed to concentrate... but Satoru's eyes are really freaking blue and looking at them makes her want things she shouldn't. Getting involved with a coworker is a recipe for disaster.

Besides, someone like Satoru probably has a harem of women. He seems like the type. He's a bit too attractive not to.

"I just need to take it easy," he replies, voice low.

"Do you always put that much pressure on your brain?" She pulls away with a frown on her lips.

"I've told him about frying his brain and repairing it as though it is nothing," Shoko quips. "But Mr. Strongest doesn't listen to anyone."

"I always listen to you," Satoru says, rolling his eyes. He reaches for his bandages, but Kagome places her hand on his. "Did you want to do it for me?"

"No," she deadpans. "But I'll give you your gift now, even though you don't deserve it." She sets her backpack down and rummages around for his gift.

"How much stuff did you fit in there?" he jokes.

"Enough." She pulls out the gift bag with his name on it and hands it to him. "Put that on." She bends down and looks for the gift she got for Shoko. "Here you go Shoko. I knew there was a healer, but Satoru didn't tell me much, so this gift is a little more general." She hands over the box.

"Thank you," Shoko says, pulling out the charm. "An energy one?"

"I figured you could use all the energy you can get if you have to heal everyone all day. That must get tiring."

"You know, Kagome, it does get tiring."

"As nice as this girl talk is," Satoru drawls, "Kagome, why didn't you tell me you were into bondage?"

"Oh, so that material is made of the skin of bat demons. Allegedly. It's probably just super durable material. But it should be better than those bandages."

"... Allegedly?"

"Demons don't exist." She shrugs. "Growing up on a shrine, Gramps always exaggerated things and I guess it rubbed off on me."

"So, this isn't a bondage thing?"

"It's for your eyes." She shrugs her backpack back on. "Where are the students? I got them charms too. Megumi-kun already got his gift. And I still need to meet with the principal."

"But the bondage—"

"THANK YOU!" Shoko says, blocking Satoru from view. "You have no idea how much I value this charm. I'm going to need it."

Kagome beams. "Of course! I love making them."

"You know what I love—"

"And I would like," Shoko interrupts, "to see what all this fuss is about these energy massages. I've never seen Satoru so... invigorated."

"Shoko," Satoru hisses.

"Well, we can do one now if you want? I know Satoru wants privacy for his."

"Don't you have a meeting with Yaga?"

"This won't take long." Kagome waits for Shoko to set the box down and then reaches for her hands. "Let me know if you feel funny. Satoru had a weird reaction to it."

"I bet he did," Shoko says, not elaborating on what she means by that.

These Jujutsu sorcerers are weird. Whatever.

Kagome smiles and instructs Shoko to close her eyes. Her energy isn't nearly as twisted up as Satoru's, but it feels almost limp. Fragile. No, tired. Her energy feels depleted. That's really not good. It's no wonder Shoko's skin is so pale, she almost looks like a person imitating a zombie.

Even Kikyo had more color when she was half alive.

"How long is this going to take?" Satoru whines.

Kagome opens her eyes and lets go of Shoko's hands. "How do you feel?"

Shoko holds out a hand in front of her and blinks. "I... wow." She glances at Satoru and rolls her eyes. "Not like that. But I feel so much better." There's color to her face. A zest that wasn't there before. "Satoru leave."

"I think the fuck not."

"Leave," Shoko reiterates. "I feel like I can get so much work done." Shoko's energy is practically leaping off of her. "Kagome, you can stay if you want, but Satoru gets in the way."

"I go where Kagome goes."

"Maybe next time," Kagome says. "I still need to meet the principal and give the students their gifts. And I need to think about dinner," she mumbles the last part.

"Dinner at my place. We can go home together. I'm done with missions for the day." Satoru hops off the table and takes her hand in his.

Shoko snorts.

"For your massage?" She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "Are you close to my apartment?" Kagome looks over her shoulder. "Bye Shoko!"

Shoko waves goodbye as the door closes. Is it just her imagination or did Satoru slam that door shut?

"It's on the other side of town, but I can always take you home. No need for you to take a train."

"I'd rather do it over the weekend then. This is already taking longer than I anticipated."

"I could always come for you."

Come for...? Did she hear him right?

"You can come over?"

"... Yeah, I can come to you and make dinner for both of us as a thanks."

Kagome mulls over his words. The massages don't take that long to do and they don't really take too much out of her. But does she want Satoru over tonight? She's got a lot to do. "How about this weekend?"

"I thought you didn't have any more dates this week."

"The blindfold looks nicer than those bandages. You shouldn't have to worry about cleaning it unless you really want to throw it in the washer. Should be self-cleaning and it should repair itself if it gets damaged."

"What kind of blindfold is this?"

"What do you mean? Are there different types?"

"I can pick out some different ones if you'd like."

Kagome cocks her head to the side as she comes to a stop right before the field where the students are training. "No need. I don't need a blindfold. My eyes aren't sensitive like yours." She waves at the students, silently beaming at the Panda. The Panda reminds her of the demon world even though she knows it's not a demon, but a cursed doll or something like that.

"This is Higurashi Kagome," Satoru says. "She'll be starting here soon... did they give you a date?"

"No, but I figure the principal will tell me." Kagome smiles warmly at the boy with the dark bags under his eyes. There's something different about him compared to the others. She blinks at the curse. It doesn't seem to be hurting the boy. No, it seems to be warning her off instead.

Interesting.

Kagome looks away and smiles at the young girl with the green hair.

"What happened to your bandages?" the girl asks.

"Kagome got me this blindfold."

"Speaking of which, I got everyone charms. You can pick out the ones you think you might need." She pulls out the extra charms and holds them out.

"Do I get a charm?"

"I got you a blindfold," Kagome chastises.

"What grade are you?" The girl asks, taking one of the strength charms.

"Semi-special grade," Satoru answers. "I recommended you for special grade, though." He pouts.

"Does it really matter? It's not as though it defines me."

"Heh, I like her," the girl says.

"Seems much nicer than Gojo-sensei," the panda says.

"You guys are traitors," Satoru deadpans. "Anyway, this is Yuta, Maki, Toge, and Panda. They're first years. Which I am in charge of first years, and they could show a little more respect for their awesome teacher."

"No," they all say, much to Kagome's surprise.

"Will these work like the necklace Megumi got?" Yuta asks.

"What kind of gift did Megumi get?"

"He got a pretty cool necklace with some fangs. I tried to trip him when we were sparring, and it was as though he couldn't fall."

"Kagome, don't get mad," Satoru says, taking his blindfold off. "Just want to test something."

"Why would I get—"

Boom!

Did he just blow up the blindfold she got him? Kagome sucks in a breath and plasters a smile on her face. The black material floats down into Satoru's palm and stitches itself back together.

"What kind of blindfold is this?"

"What else can these charms do?" The students drown out Satoru's question and crowd around her. Kagome chuckles, despite the feeling of unease in her gut. Maybe she went a bit overboard with these gifts.

"It's getting late. Can you point me in the direction of the... what?"

"I am so stressed out. I can't wait until this weekend." Satoru grips the blindfold in his fist. His eyes are wild. He looks as though he is going to bust. He really should take it easy.

"You know, Satoru, maybe you shouldn't take on so much work."

"It's not work that has me stressed."

"Who cares if you're stressed," Maki says, "Stop hogging Higurashi-sensei."

Kagome smiles weakly. Doesn't look like she'll be making it home anytime soon.

A/N: Kagome may have done the impossible and got the higher-ups on her side lol. Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead! Stay warm and make sure you drinking plenty of water and taking breaks. It's cold season. Don't wait for your body to tell you that it needs a break. I'm gonna share a snippet below of what is to come and it should answer some questions (hopefully) about this fic.

"Hold her arms back," Satoru says, grabbing a fistful of hair. He grins down at Kagome, with her mouth full of his cock. He'll never get tired of fucking her face.

Never get tired of the way her lips wrap around him, so pink and full. Kami, she's beautiful.

"Heh," Suguru grunts out. "Someone enjoys being bound." His hair sticks to his forehead. Every thrust of Suguru's hips rocks Kagome towards Satoru.

"This is bullshit," Nanami grounds out, from the side. Satoru looks over at him and grins big and wide. He fucks Kagome's mouth harder, enjoying the way she gags each time he hits the back of her throat.

"Ooh what's wrong Nanami?" He teases, laughing internally at the way Nanami struggles against the bindings. "I don't think Nanami is having a good time, Suguru."

"He should learn his place and watch. He's not worthy to fuck her yet."

Kagome makes a noise of indignation because she's sweet like that. She likes Nanami too or some shit like that.

"Oh, did you want a taste?"

Nanami glares as he spreads his legs.

Satoru barks out a laugh. What a pervert.