Bonded strings (JJk various x OC )

~ Cursed meeting ~ (Rewritten)

"Your late Satoru"

"Eight minutes late" Principle Yaga exclaimed, his loud gruff voice echoing around the large hall.

"Not enough to chastise you for, but I know told you to fix your habit of being late"

Meanwhile a sharp gasp escaped the hazel eyed boy,who was clad in a thick bright turqouise hoodie as he was admiring the plethora of what seemed to be teddy bears, array of vibrant colours surrounding the Principle and his daughter.

Gojo contradicted Yaga retorting back "If its not enough to chastise me for, then don't chastise me" Shrugging his shoulders, he continued "Your just making dolls anyways, whats a measly eight minutes?"

Listening in on the whole conversation,a thought crossed Aiko's mind as she wrinkled her nose slightly.

(Well he wasn't JUST making dolls, he was lecturing me for an hour about the consequences of damaging school property)

Slightly getting gradually more annoyed at Gojo's comment to her father, she blew her bangs away from her line of vision just for them to glide back down swiftly landing on her forehead.

Glancing upwards from her fidgeting hands, Aiko was met with magnet hazel eyes, flickers of golds and deep mahogany scattered across the  irises.

This in turn caused the boy to rub a hand across his nape also turning his face away from Aiko with a slight rose coloured blush spreading across his sharp features.

Gojo patted the slightly nervous boy's back, with slightly too much force, resulting him to stumble forward two steps.

Aiko watching the scene amused at the pair let out a soft chuckle as he recomposed himself.

With a thick eyebrow raised towards Gojo, Yaga questioned "Thats the boy?"

Snapping out of her momentary trance, the coral haired boy bowed down in greeting, and stated his name as Itadori Yuuji. Aiko started unconsciously hugging the canary yellow plush, whilst she nibbled on her bottom lip.

A pause crossed the room until Itadori finally announced "Im in to girls like Jennifer Lawrence, pleasure to meet you!"

As those words left his full but exquisite lips, Aiko shoved a fist into her mouth biting down hard on her knuckles to force down a laugh that was threatening to surface at any given moment, earning a short quizzical glance from Gojo.

Itadori reminded Aiko so much of a dense third year in Kyoto, she just knew if those two ever crossed paths, it would be too chaotic for even her to handle. Whilst Aiko finally composed herself she took a brief glimpse at Principle Yaga.

"What did you come here for?" he quickly interjected, at Itadori's previous statement.

Feeling a penetrating stare from across the room Aiko snapped her gaze up to be met with Gojo surveying her petite form, as if he was trying to telepathically tell Aiko,
(He has potential, just wait and observe a little longer).

A flush crept over Itadori's face whilst he stole short glimpses of the girl, who was removing the plushie from her lap placing it beside her.