Bonded strings (JJk various x OC )

~ The cursed womb ~

West Tokyo city, Eishuu Juvenile detention centre.
An unnamed Apparition of a Potential Special Grade appeared.
Its curse womb was witnessed by several non-jujutsu sorcerer's.

Due to the emergency nature, three Jujutsu high first years and one second year were dispatched to the scene.....and one didnt make it out alive.

Water pulls at us, at our core, at our skin and hair and muscles. It's where we came from; it's what we floated in, in our own isolation chambers, for nine months.
The swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of the tide of amniotic fluid filled our ears before our mother's voice did. Swoosh, swoosh. Rocking us gently, gently.

We like the swoosh, swoosh of the washing machine, too. It reminds us of something, not the least of which is that we have machines to do the heavy work of cleaning.

Evolutionary theory says we crawled out of a body of water where we swam and got tired of swimming and grew legs to explore the land beyond. We did that, but always have a yearn to return to the water, feeling the silken smoothness on our skin, and the buoyancy the earth can never give us.

Our hair floats like seaweed, our spirits soar, and we feel weightless with the first slide into the warmth of a pool, or the coolness of a lake on a hot day, or the salty crispness of the ocean. Perhaps that's why we crave salt. Salt seasons water, and seasons us.

You cannot be anxious, or depressed, while floating or frolicking in water.

Water is rarely one dimensional; it cradles, hides, protects, reflects, and cleanses, all manner of life, treasure, detritus. It drowns, overwhelms, sweeps away, roars, and pounds.
Head faced upwards towards the sky, the rain beating down upon her face, as raindrops swiftly ran down her curved features. She always loved the rain, even though it was childish she believed it had the power to wash away all her sins.

Aiko was currently stood with Ijichi and the three first years, whom she grew immensely close too over the past two weeks, always hanging out with them when she had the time.

Also making sure whenever Fushiguro and Nobara would leave the dorms, she would sit and eat dinner with Yuuji so he wouldn't feel alone, even though countless times she had to endure Sukuna's snarky comments directed towards her.

Stood in front of the bleak building that housed delinquents and prisoner's, her face scrunched up in annoyance at the fact Gojo forced her to supervise the trio as one of the many punishments for the mochi stunt she pulled two weeks ago.

"Our window verified the curse womb three hours ago. Once 90 percent were successfully evacuated, they made the call to seal off the centre. " Ijichi explained pushing his glasses back up his nose-bridge.

Aiko glanced towards Nobara who was basically touching elbows with her as Ijichi continued on, "Citizens within a 500-meter radius have been evacuated as well"

Yuuji raised his right hand as he spoke up towards the exhausted looking man, catching everyones attention, "Ijichi-san question, whats a "window" here?"

The other three students attentively listened to Ijichi's explanation for Yuuji's sake, because Gojo somehow forgot to teach him the basic's when he joined. "A window is a member of Jujutsu high who can see curses, they aren't sorcerers though."

"Ohh okay" Yuuji replied.

Aiko tried to force down a laugh that was daring to escape her throat when she thought, Yeah he totally still doesn't understand, Ill have to explain when were back home, whilst we eat the pink frosting cakes we made yesterday, he really is a good cook suprisingly....