✨ The Kamikaze Clan ✨
One of the oldest and most feared Onmyoji bloodline still-standing at the forefront of jujutsu warfare.
Unlike the Gojo Clan (who punched their problems away) or the Kamo Clan (obsessed with creepy blood rituals), the Kamikaze...
A/N: So, I tried to design a JJK-style uniform, but uh... let's just say the attempt went spectacularly sideways. Sure, it kinda looks like a uniform, but hey—who cares? It's all in the imagination anyway. I couldn't decide which version looked best, so y'all can pick one. Let me know which one's your fave!
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Inari's POV
Gojo brought us to Morioka Station where we were supposed to pick up the fourth third-year student: Nobara Kugisaki, a fiery girl determined to leave her countryside hometown behind.
"How come there are only three third-years? Isn't that a bit few?" Itadori mused, looking genuinely perplexed. "And I thought we were the last to arrive at the school."
"Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?" Fushiguro asked dryly. Itadori shook his head. "Exactly. That's just how rare jujutsu sorcerers are," I added.
"Yeah, but didn't you say I was the third?" Itadori pressed.
"Their enrollment was decided a while ago. You know how our school is. Everyone has their own unique circumstances," Fushiguro explained indifferently.
Before Itadori could keep overthinking it, Gojo strolled back. "Sorry for the wait! Oh, and your uniforms arrived just in time."
"It fits perfectly. But why does mine have a hood and Fushiguro's doesn't?" Itadori asked, eyeing his uniform.
"Because the uniforms can be customized upon request," Fushiguro replied, adjusting his sleeves.
"But I never asked for customization," Itadori muttered, thoroughly confused.
"I did," Gojo admitted grinning smugly. Itadori sighed, accepting his fate. "Whatever, I guess."
"Be careful, Gojo-sensei has a knack for surprises," Fushiguro warned.
"Yeah, please spare me your whims next time. It's annoying," I chimed in, crossing my arms. "Inari-channn, you know you secretly love it!" Gojo teased, eyes twinkling mischievously.
I shot him a glare. "Stop with the pet names."
"Oh, come on, it suits you. And it looks good," he said, gesturing toward my uniform.
