Second Chances

Chapter 2

 (TW: brief mentions of suicide. (Fr like its brief brief like it happens in a throwaway line))

You were awoken the next morning by a rapid-fire series of knocking. It annoyed the absolute living daylights out of you. On top of the barrage of noise, you had barely gotten enough sleep as it was with you tossing and turning all night long.

Grumpily, you left your bed and shuffled over to the door. Nobara was right; you probably did have ugly dark circles decorating your face. It was a wonderful addition to your features.

The door didn't make so much as a creak as you swung it open, revealing one frighteningly tall man with a blindfold holding some folded clothes, one pink-haired personification of a puppy dog, an emo boy with the spikiest hair you had ever seen, and Nobara. Needless to say, it was the weirdest quartet you had ever seen in your life.

"Good, you're up," the white-haired man cheered. "Students, this is the last student to join the class, L/N Y/N. This girl created that massive crater in Toyama prefecture," he stated with a finger pointing up in a "matter of fact" fashion. You looked away shyly. Once again, you wanted to say that it technically wasn't your fault.

"Woah, you're crater girl?" The pink-haired boy asked, earning himself a smack from Nobara. Meanwhile, the black-haired boy remained silent despite the interested glint in his dark blue eyes.

Now, the teenagers were all staring at you with some form of awe or curiosity and the man, despite his concealed eyes, was gazing proudly at you. You shifted uncomfortably, very aware of the fact that you were only in your plain old pajamas right now.

You nervously played around with your fingers. "Um, well that wasn't really...I didn't really mean to do it. It sort of just happened. Sorry."

"And that's why I'm here," The tallest man proclaimed as he pointed a finger at himself.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"I'm Itadori Yuuji! I'm from Sendai and I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence!" The pink-haired puppy dog proclaimed.

"Fushiguro Megumi," the emo kid stated plainly.

"We've met," said Nobara.

"Well, best for last," the blindfolded man said. "I'm Gojo Satoru and I'll be your teacher here at Jujutsu Tech."

The short conversation between you and Nanami yesterday quickly flashed through your mind. "So you're the Gojo Satoru who's a pain in Nanami's ass," you blurted out. Itadori and Nobara almost burst out into fits of laughter, Fushiguro did a miserable attempt to hide his smile, and poor Gojo looked as if you had shot an arrow into his heart.

"Did Nanami tell you that?! I can't believe he'd slander me in front of my students," your teacher whined despairingly. "I guess I'll just have to look extra cool to make up for it. Well, there's no time to lose, put on your uniform and we'll get going."

The man shoved the uniform into your hand and shut your own door into your face. You stood there, looking at the wood and blinking owlishly for a few seconds. 'Get going where?'

The question stayed in your head as you slipped on the uniform and brushed out your hair to at least look a bit presentable. It seemed you were given a standard uniform with its high collar and asymmetrical buttons, and a skirt. As you buttoned up the jacket, you wondered if Nobara and Itadori were special students as they had slightly different-looking uniforms. Seeing as you weren't given any shoes, you opted for the first pair of sneakers you had spotted.