2005: First day at Jujutsu High
You stand in the door way of your room. It looks so empty. You don't have much to decorate with or display as you come from an orphanage. When word got out about your existence however, Jujutsu High elders took action and got you here. The Suzuki clan has been dormant for years. The last word they had was they had been wiped out. Luckily however, you survived the slaughter and were sent to an orphanage as a baby. Your parents knew about the attack, and decided to save you then to take their chances.
You didn't inherit anything super powerful. Your abilities are good, but they aren't the strongest out there. Your bread and butter is with cursed weapons. Your ability is paralyzation, but only for a certain amount of time. Right now, with no training, you can only hold the paralyzation for a few seconds. You discovered this around the age of 6 or 7, and unfortunately for the other kids at the orphanage, you tested it out on them. This freaked a lot of the faculty out. So that earned you a room by yourself with no playtime with the other kids. They held you back from adoption interviews, and you kept your ability at bay ever since.
Living there was very lonely, causing you to be shy and insecure. The faculty would call you things like 'freak' and 'monster'. It was a horrible childhood. But now, you're with people like you. Maybe it'll be different.
You sigh as you enter your room and put your one bag down. It has about four outfits and three pairs of pajama's. Your brown hair falls in your face and you get frustrated. You hate it when it's in your face. You walk over to your mirror and put it up in a bun to reveal the undercut you got just before you got here. New place, new look you told yourself. You got them to put a rose design in the stubbly hair above your neck. It looks great. At least from this angle it does.
"Think i'll keep it." You tell yourself.
"Keep what?" You hear a deeper voice ask.
You jump in surprise and throw your phone on accident a few feet away from you.
"Wow, so jumpy. Gonna need to work on that if you wanna make it here. Can't be surprised at everything you come across." He says with a smirk entering my room and sitting on the chair int he corner, throwing his feet up on the little table in front of it and his hands behind his head.
I look at him, annoyed that he barged in without asking. Not a gentleman like in the story books i'd read in the playroom by myself. He has white hair that falls in his face and purple circular sunglasses on. He has his black sorcerer uniform on already and he wears a smug smile on his face. Cocky it seems like.
It annoys me to no end already, but even so, I find myself attracted to him somehow. Maybe it's his jawline or his confidence, but I find myself captivated by his blue eyes. It's as if they stare into my soul. Like he's looking at everything I am.
"Gonna keep staring? Kinda rude don't you think?" He says cocking up an eyebrow.
I blow a raspberry, "Me rude? Aren't you the one who just came into my room without asking?"
"Eh, whatever. Details, details. So! You gonna tell me your name or what?" He says sitting up and leaning on his knees, lowing his head to look at you above his sunglasses and smirking.
You blush. His eyes captivate you once again, and couple with that smile, you're not sure you can stand him. Cocky bastard. You grunt in frustration, "Naomi Suzuki." You mumble under your breath.
"Suzuki? You mean from the Suzuki clan?" He asks intrigued.
You huff, "yes, that one."
He chuckles and crosses his arms leaning back, "man, do we got to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm nothing special." I tell him turning to my bag and unpacking it.
"Oh but there is. The Suzuki abilities are well known. Well, nothing like mine. I mean, after all, I am the pride of the Gojo clan." He says with a cocky smile.
I stop in my tracks, "you mean you are Satoru Gojo?"
"The one and only. I take it you've heard of me? Doesn't matter. Doesn't surprise me in the slightest. I am the strongest sorcerer on earth." He says.
I scoff, "yeah, we'll see about that."
"Satoru!" I hear another voice yell from down the hall.
Satoru groans, "what."
A taller boy appears in my door way. He has a topknot bun and seems more tame than Satoru. He greets me with a gentle smile and a wave, "i'm sorry for my friend here. He can be a bit imposing."
"Yea, you think?" I say.
"Sorry, where are my manners. I'm Suguru Geto. It's a pleasure to meet you." He says.
"Naomi Suzuki. You as well." I say politely.
"Ugh, so formal both of you." Satoru says as if he's bored and stands.
"Come on Satoru, let's let Naomi get settled. You've bothered her enough. See you tomorrow, good to meet you again." He says.
"Sure." I say with a shy smile.
As Suguru drags Satoru out of the room, Satoru points at me determined, "you're my partner for sparring. We'll get that ability out of you soon enough."
Then he's drug away and out of the door way. Alone again in my room, I sit and think about what he said. What ability, my paralyzation? It's nothing special. If anything, it's sub par compared to his. I'm going to get demolished. I roll my eyes and continue to unpack the small amount that I have. I undress and shower before getting in my grey sweat pants and shirt and climb into bed to sleep. It's been a long day.
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2017: Present day
I sit and stare out the window, distracted by this memory as I sit in a coffee shop with Satoru in front of me. He's talking about work and how training with the first year went. Fushiguro is making progress is all I heard before getting captivated by those eyes once again, thrusting me into the first memory I have of him. Satoru Gojo, the greatest Jujustsu sorcerer on earth.
That was the day I fell in love with him. Don't get me wrong, he was super annoying. Self absorbed and arrogant as could be. But no matter how much I tried to resist, I still fell for him all the same. His smile, his hair, his jawline, his muscles that show if he's wearing the right shirt. But his eyes are really what get me, couples with that smile and I'm sure to blush and shiver. He's handsome, and he has grown a lot since we first met. We are best friends, but he could never know I love him. It would ruin everything we have. It would be too selfish.
But even though I know it's selfish of me to distract him like that, I still want to be his and only his.
"Hellooo, You hear me?" He asks snapping me out of my thoughts.
I look to him and clear my throat taking a sip of my latte he bought me, "i'm sorry, I was distracted."
"Was it my amazingly good looks?" He says cockily, smirking at me and leaning back in the seat. His abs show in the black shirt he has on, and I avert my eyes trying to hide the blush.
"No, gross." I say not so convincingly.
"Sure, whatever you want me to think." He says chuckling.
I roll my eyes, "So what did you say?" I ask looking back to him, the heat leaving my face.
"I was asking if you were ready to go. I can drive you home if you want?" He says.
I smile warmly, "sure, I'd like that."
"Great! Let's hit it then." He says.
We both get up and he opens the door for me on the way out placing his hand on the small of my back as I walk out. I blush and look to the ground, trying to make it seem like the cold weather has gotten to me. November has been especially brutal this year providing a perfect alibi. I can't show what he does to me.
As we walk to the car he wraps his arm around my shoulders and rubs my arm. "Cold?" He asks.
"Just a bit." I say.
He pulls me into him as we get near the car, the strong muscles of his arm tense on my back. I shiver, but not really because I'm cold.
He opens the door of his car for me and helps me in, "here, get in really quick."
He shuts the door behind me and runs to his side and hopping in quickly. He turns on the car and waits as it warms up.
"Satoru, why do you still drive if we could just teleport everywhere?" I ask him jokingly.
"What a guy can't have fun? I like to drive every now and then." He says.
I chuckle, "alright alright, good point."
The car warms up and he drives us back to school and into the faculty parking. As we walk back to our building, he wraps his arm around my shoulders again. This time, I unknowingly give in and rest my head against his chest as we walk inside. I couldn't hide my need for being close any longer. He smells like cedar or pine. Something warm and attractive. What I would give to stay this close to him and drink him in forever.
We get to my room and he lets go as I find my key and open the door. I walk in and take my shoes off at the door and turn to face him in the door way.
"You didn't have to walk me back you know." I say.
"Eh, but I wanted to. Can't have my number one girl getting stolen now can I?" He says smiling.
I blush and look away, smirking and shaking my head, "stolen huh?"
"Yeah, you're desirable real estate to someone with bad intentions. You are a Suzuki after all." He says.
Oh, he meant my ability. Right. What else would he mean? That he's interested in me too? No, not possible. Satoru Gojo has no weaknesses.
"Right." I say nervously, "can't have that."
"Gonna be alright by yourself?" He asks in a more serious tone.
I sigh, "Satoru, I haven't had nightmares in weeks." I tell him.
"I know, I just..." he says looking away and sighing, "if you need me, you know where to find me."
I look to my feet and nod my head, "I know. Thank you."
He smiles warmly and nods his head, "goodnight Naomi Suzuki." He tells me in a soft tone.
"Goodnight Satoru Gojo." I say.
I watch him go to the room next to mine and enter, looking to me and winking before closing the door. A blush rushes to my face again and I bite my lip as I close the door. Stupid, so stupid this crush is. But that's all it'll ever be, just a crush. Besides, he doesn't feel the same. He never has. I'm his best friend and that's it. The great Satoru Gojo does not have weaknesses.
I undress and get into more comfortable clothes. I lay on my bed and open my phone to tinder. I have plenty of matches and unread messages, but I haven't brought myself to open any of them. They're all great and attractive sure, but I can't seem to get Satoru's face out of my mind. No matter how hard I try, his beautiful eyes never leave me. Soon, I resort to swiping through videos online until I finally fall asleep, his eyes and smile branded to my brain as I smile and succumb to exhaustion.