A girl who was raised by her brother finds out she has cursed energy. She and her Bestfriend, Yuji Itadori, go to a new school. Jujutsu High. She meets new people. Who is this childish girl going to end up with? Toge Inumaki, Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi...
I pulled a nearby blanket over my head, "Shhhh," I mumbled.
I was exhausted. Thankfully I wasn't in any pain.
"You wanna explain where you've been all day." A new voice spoke.
I uncovered my head enough to see both the first-years and the second-years standing by my bed.
"Mission."
"Alone?!" Nobara yelled.
"No. With another sorcerer."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Maki asked.
"Because I didn't think about it." I lied. "Now, I'd like to sleep please leave." I recovered my head.
"I made some food." A soft voice spoke.
I sighed sitting up, wrapping the blanket around my head.
"Omg, what happened during the mission? You look like shit." Nobara grabbed my face.
"Thanks." I lazily smiled. I stood, keeping the blanket around my head and body.
I walked to the eating area, plopping down at one of the corners. Panda sat under the table, his head by my legs. Nobara sat on the other side of me. I began playing with Panda's fur.
Everyone was mostly quiet. "Y/n. You didn't answer my question." Nobara looked at me with concerned eyes.
I sighed. "The mission was just really tiring. It didn't end how w- I wanted it to." I stared at the table with a blank expression.
Everyone at the table looked at me with concerning eyes. Fushiguro opened the pot, signalling the food was ready. I grabbed a small scoop.
"These meatballs are great. Who made them?" Maki asked.
"I did. They're easy to make." Fushiguro responded.
"Bonito flakes." Inumaki fed Panda a meatball.
"You can cook for yourself? Not really surprising, actually." Maki spoke.
"No, Itadori taught me how to make these." The room went silent after fushiguro spoke.
"Did he tell you to put basil in before and after it was cooked?" I asked.
"No?"
"That idiot always forgot that step." I softly smiled.
Everyone continued to eat. I finished first since I had the least amount. "Y/n, you need to eat more."
"I-I'm good. I'm actually gonna go back to my room. Night." I waved my left hand.
2nd pov
"Weird." Fushiguro Mumbled.
"What?" Nobara asked.
"She hasn't used her right hand today."
"Huh, your right. She also didn't tackle us into hugs. I wonder what happened." Nobara looked at the door you had just left through.
"Salmon roe."
"You're right." Everyone stood up and walked to your door.
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Tears pricked my eyes as I mentally beat myself up about not saving him, when he was so close.
I sat up, slight pain shooting through my left side. "Ow." I mumbled. I lifted the hoodie, examining the bandages. They were still white.
I had another coughing fit. This time with less blood coming up. I leaned against my headboard.
*Knock Knock*
"Yeah?" I asked, not moving.
My classmates opened my door.
"AHH! WHY'S THERE BLOOD??" Nobara yelled.
"It's fine." I shrugged. "I was stabbed a couple times."
"Where else?" Fushiguro asked.
"Ugh, my left shoulder, right shoulder, right side. My right arm is immobile right now." I kept a straight face.
"Y/n." Nobara looked at me angrily concerned. She flicked my forehead. "You dumbass! Were you just not gonna tell us?"
"Yeah? We don't train tomorrow so I thought I'd be fine." They all rolled their eyes.
"I'm tired now. Out." I coughed a bit, blood dripped down my chin. "Oh and I'm internally bleeding, for whatever reason."
I pushed them out of my room before they could lecture about my stupidity or whatever. I sighed turning to my bed.
"Don't move." My body tensed.
"Inumaki?" Footsteps came from behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and his effect wore off.
He showed my his phone. 'Why were you not going to tell us? What if we had to go on a last minute mission and you got more injured. What happened during your missions?' More questions followed.
"Inumaki," I placed a hand on his head. "I'm fine, If we were sent on a Mission, I would've told you about my injuries." I softly smiled.
He pouted.
"It's late, you need to go to sleep." He slightly glared but walked out of my room.
