Shoko feels a headache coming along as she makes her way towards the area of the school Gojo commandeered for himself.
Her heels click against the stairs as she makes her way up a couple of flights.
The obnoxious dick had texted her nonstop, asking, no more like demanding that she come to his room, followed by an endless spamming of puppy-eyed emojis until finally breaking and replying, wondering why the fool insisted she meet in such a discreet way, it's not his usual style.
The door opens before she can reach it, her deranged best friend and constant migraine.
"Hiya Irei-chan!" Satoru says, opening the door, probably having sensed her before she even left her office. Wouldn't surprise her with how obsessive of a freak he is.
Gojo's voice was irritatingly chipper for the fuck ass early hour he forced her to wake up. His wily hair pops out following the door opening with a grin much lighter than she has seen in a long while.
That alone stops her from letting out a complaint.
Though she might light up a cigarette out of spite for making her do work. She feels her lip lift at the thought of flicking her ashes on his expensive shit and seeing his reaction. She ignores the suspicious glances from Satoru with practiced ease.
As she follows him she withholds a sigh of exhaustion, she had pulled a late night last night studying up on how cursed energy brainwaves, something that is admittedly not her specialty.
"Let's get this over with," she says, shoving him out of the way and towards his bedroom where she senses another presence.
Satoru lets her push him toward his room.
She notes the fact that he doesn't seem tense with an unknown person in his personal space, albeit the freak has an insane amount of properties from the unimaginable wealth he has. So it's not like it's too personal, but still for him to be relaxed enough to allow this stranger into his domain -hah- it's intriguing especially since he's shelled himself out since the whole geto shit.
She admits to herself that she wants to see just who it is that was able to catch Gojo enough to have him acting so enamored, for lack of a better word.
Mentally shrugging, she is content to at least be entertained.
Shifting into professional mode, Ieiri smooths out her face into a stoic expression, mentally preparing herself for the following shit show she has to deal with as Gojo grins over his shoulder just before he opens the door. His sky-like eyes peered over his lens with a giddiness she didn't know she missed until it twinkled in front of her. His aura antsy with excitement enters with a flourish gesturing towards the abnormally large bed.
Though looking at her lanky friend it's understandable his above-average height.
Gojo indicates to her new patient like a car dealer bringing her out of her musings, "And here is our dear sleeping beauty gracious healer," He intones dutifully like an old-time peasant, ironic since it's coming from the closest thing to a god in this world. She ignores his fanfare with an expertise that only comes with being his long-time friend and only companion to cry on, much to her dismay when he oh-so chooses to. Her plain eyes took in the contrast of such a large king-sized bed cradling the smaller man who looked comically tiny in it.
The sight makes her lip twitch before she mentally shakes her head and gets into her doctor mode, swiftly cataloging everything she can see visually alone. Instantly taking in his pale skin and dark circles kissing his eyes. Ieiri concludes that the other is suffering from a slight cold, probably caused by cursed energy fatigue, with Satoru's nod she inches closer and lets her reversed energy gather in her palms as she prepares to run a detailed diagnostic.
It's only as she is about to put her palm across the other's head does Gojo warns her, "I don't know how his companions will react, so this will be fun!"
Her palm stalls, her head snapping sharply towards Sotaru "-what? Companions!?" She looks frantically around, before glaring when she doesn't see anything not wanting to deal with his shit.
"Look closely." Is all her dipshit friend with a shit-eating grin, waving his finger in a circle to indicate around the room.
Taking a calming breath she counts to ten, to not throttle his ass, Ieiri looks around the room with a more keen eye
Letting her eyes focus she watches in mild amazement as what could only be described as billions of not trillions of pinprick-sized lights billowing and twisting along the air currents like a child riding a winding slide, with every breath the star-like lights shift. She absently wonders if she's inhaled any of it.
"What is this?" She wonders looking down at her patient in a new light. If she can see this she wonders what Gojo sees, she can see why he's so fascinated. If purely on the beautality of the young man's stance ability.
"Don't know," Satoru says, popping his hip on the dresser that most likely cost more than her off-campus apartment's rent for the next three months.
"You don't know?" She repeats feeling dumbfounded.
"Hey! I don't know everything!"
She snorts unapologetically, waving her hand "Oh I know that, but you usually have an uncanny sense of this kind of shit." She says while indicating to all the curse energy wafting around.
"Lies-" He pauses, "No wait go on," he says waving her on, "Compliment me some more."
"This is the strangest dream I've ever had" the groggy voice jolts her out of the report she and Gojo can get lost in her eyes snapping towards the man who is now sitting up, and rubbing one eye while he continues with a detached sort of tone, "and I remember getting sliced in half like butter once, a strange experience that is."
"Okay…" she says a little bit off kilter at that she'll admit.
"Ooh," Gojo sings, springing towards them like a hyper chihuahua, "so you've been sliced in half by a weird maniac too?" He asks with all his lack of social skills and personal space.
"Huh," the other man says leaning back from Gojo who pressed his face close to his.
"Idk if it counts since it was a dream, but yeah?" He offers her friend an awkward grin, his groggy voice gaining normalcy as he talks.
"May I ask where I am?" The oddly polite man asks, looking between them with a strange expression as if he's holding back more words he wishes to say.
Stepping forward before Gojo can say anything she starts, "Ah, well right now you are on the grounds of Jujutsu High, a school located in Tokyo."
She watches as the other mouth out Tokyo while looking behind him towards the window as if he could see the city from here. She can feel the anxiety brimming from here.
"And we would like to know why you appeared in a Park with all these little guys." Gojo chirps lightly, subtly keeping the conversation light which is surprising to her for he's not one to do subtle things.
'Oh, he's got it bad.' She isn't surprised that he latched on to the other so quickly, as someone who is used to getting what he wants as achieving everything he desires. She knows he's quick to latch on to things, it's keeping his fascination that's the problem.
She knows despite all the attention he gets from admirers that he doesn't do anything with anyone, she knows that her friend doesn't and won't likely let his guard down after being hurt physically by that Zen'in and emotionally by Geto.
Idly watching Satoru flutter and distract the other from his panic attack with questions and explanations that somehow are entertaining the other. She thinks that maybe he won't be so lonely after all.
She just hopes the guy can survive the attention of one such as Satoru Gojo.
"Shove off, and let me do my job." She interrupts after the Idgit explains the basics of the situation they've all found themselves in, pushing him out of the way, which he allows with a whine.
"But, Ieiri I haven't even gotten to the good part."
The soft laugh of -well shit she doesn't know his name- makes her give a bittersweet smile.
'Maybe he'll finally be happy, huh sugui?' She knows beyond a doubt that despite their fallout geto would wish Satoru happiness and to move on from his death.
She doesn't want to hope, but…
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"-And now we are here, huh? Hey, sparkles are you paying attention!" Gojo whines making him realize he's zoned out, but can you blame him?
He's staring at the Satoru Gojo, and the anime doesn't do the man justice, his lanky frame is more towering than he expected, let alone the passive pressure the man's presence eludes. Fortunately, he has such a great ability to fake it until he makes it, otherwise, he would be screaming and crying at the sheer terror, as with most anime, it's more fun on the other side of the damned screen.
Shaking his head he blinks up at Satoru giving him a helpless smile, his voice barely audible as he speaks, "Sorry, I'm still feeling overwhelmed by all of this," He waves his hand in a circle.
He sees Gojo give a full-body shiver as if trying to contain himself, he furrows his brows looking towards the callous doctor who is giving Satoru a knowing grin.
Mentally shrugging he decides to focus on something more important, in light of… well all the lights he can feel, hear, and sense.
He can feel the slightest shift in the air, and instantly know the size of the room he's in and where every object is positioned, and that's not even half of the sensations and information that is passively flowing through his mind.
He feels a sense of reassurance coming from the essence that brought him here and can't help but relax at the gentle assurance, which is strange to think about.
As much as he wants to ask about this new phenomenon he doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with it at the moment so instead he asks for something less derivative.
"So…" he draws the word out, "what's gonna happen now?" He asks plucking at the hem of the blanket.
"Well first you're gonna sit your ass back down and let me check over you, and then." she looks over to Gojo before pulling her eyes back to him.
"We'll have to tell Yaga," she addresses Gojo who seems to wilt at the mention of responsibility, she turns back to him with a mock leer, "then maybe we'll finally learn your name," she ends, pushing him back down and starts to examine him.
"Don't kill me now." She says jokingly but he can hear the truth in her voice, and if what Gojo said is true then he understands the caution. His little companions seem to have a terrifyingly destructive ability, as Gojo gleefully told him.
Times like this remind him that while the jujutsu society is about killing curses, they are not heroes.
"Oh," is all he says, in his defense, he forgot to say it with how casual the conversation was and the fact that he already knows their names.
"Well, My name it's-"
A/n:
I hope I'm explaining his abilities clearly while keeping it vague enough not to spoil everything.
So u hope I'm displaying Gojo okay, I'm of the mind that he is very sporadic and attaches himself quickly to things he likes. Definitely don't think he's in love or anything. Just I feel like he's the type to go overboard with a puppy crush. The internal struggle of resisting the urge to snuggling and the overwhelming fear of another Geto incident.
Am I not revealing his name for dramatics or because I can't think of a name… hmmm…we'll never know
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Pps: would y'all be okay if I added Sukuna to the relationship ლಠ益ಠ)ლ wait, wait, hear me out.
I just like the dynamic of their rivalry being more along the lines of being the better lover. If you're worried about Sukuna being ooc I think I know how to integrate him into the shebang. Admittedly that's just my own selfish with of vicariously experiencing the two most powerful characters simping at my feet
