His Priye ||Gojo Satoru x OC||

Chapter 9

3rd pov:

"The wheel of time shall always spin...I shall neither wait in happiness nor sadness...As i moved forward Stuti had grown into a beautiful woman which was loved by all and captured everyone's heart but her heart always followed only one person, Gojo Satoru. Their love, concealed from others, thrived amidst the rigors of their jujutsu sorcerer responsibilities. Their relationship was a tapestry of subtle flirtations, unspoken affections, and mutual concern, forging a powerful bond that fueled them in their endeavors."

In November 2016, Yuta Okkotsu attends school in Tokyo, where he faces a troubling situation. Bullies gather around him, attempting to intimidate him. However, the bullies misunderstand Yuta's intentions. He's not begging for mercy; he's desperately trying to stop them. He knows that if pushed too far, his latent curse will awaken.

This curse haunting Yuta is none other than his deceased best friend, Rika Orimoto. In her cursed spirit form, Rika suddenly manifests, and with an eerie and overwhelming power, she stuffs all four bullies into a locker. This brutal act leaves the bullies severely injured, marking the horrifying nature of the curse that clings to Yuta's existence.

Upon learning of the disturbing incident involving Yuta Okkotsu and his uncontrollable curse, Satoru Gojo, Stuti Zenin Yadav, and the other jujutsu sorcerers from Tokyo Jujutsu High take swift action. They converge at the school, making use of their extensive knowledge and abilities.

Together, they manage to confine Yuta in a specially prepared room. This chamber is sealed with numerous talismans, forming a barrier that isolates Yuta and keeps his powerful curse in check. It's a delicate situation that demands their collective expertise to handle.

"A complete cover-up and secret execution? That's ridiculous," Satoru Gojo muttered, his cerulean eyes narrowing as he spoke. He stood tall, a formidable presence in the room.

"The boy in question consented, though," the higher-ups replied, their faces hidden behind a screen. Stuti Yadav, a special-grade sorcerer, maintained an enigmatic smile that masked her true feelings.

"He's underage. Just—" Stuti began to voice her objection, but her words were abruptly cut off by one of the higher-ups, who sneered, "You have no right to speak, woman! You are just a village girl who, by mistake, got the position of a special grade! Don't you dare give us your useless knowledge and wisdom!"

Satoru's anger flared at the disrespectful remark. He retorted, his voice laced with bitterness, "Will you shut your damn mouth and let her speak? She's far more talented than you'll ever be. Don't speak to her with your filthy mouth."

Stuti couldn't help but chuckle softly at Satoru's fiery defense. She reached out, patting his shoulder gently, and said, "But in relation he's my grandfather, Satoru. We must show him respect. Then again, there's no point in squandering the capital of anger. At least, see if the person is worthy of your anger. Be careful while giving a blessing or a curse."

Another one of the higher-ups chimed in with disdain, "I've never seen such a babbling disrespectful woman!"

Stuti, unfazed, continued to maintain her enigmatic smile.

"But the problem here is not that. What is his relation with Stuti Yadav?" one of the higher-ups inquired, their tone impatient. "The question here is that the cursed child has a special grade curse, which is a danger to human society."

"He should be punished for this. A sentence to death!" declared another of the higher-ups, their voice firm and unyielding.

"We're not going to listen to your foolishness!" yet another added.