Arai Shiro was gifted with a cursed technique since birth. She knew her father didn't love her, he only loved the reputation she could bring to the family.
A story of how Shiro finds love and comfort with a boy that only speaks in onigiri ingredien...
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Gojo Satoru stared intently at the petite girl stuffing her face with the omurice and egg sandwich. Where does all the food go? It was 6pm in the afternoon, rather early for dinner time, but she insisted on going to eat at his expense at the earliest time he was free. She was currently devouring the plate clean, and eyeing his own BLT as she finished the last bite of her sandwich.
"If you're not going to eat it, can I have it?" She asked, her eyes sparkling gold.
He looked at his own half eaten spaghetti and sighed at the demon like appetite of his student. "Take it, you look like you want it more than I do"
He didn't particularly have a large appetite and following Shiro's story about her encounter with Getou was rather concerning. So he's starting to make his move...
With glee, she grabbed his plate with the BLT and started on consuming the third plate of food, while eluding an air of satisfaction and pleasure.
This is the best! She thought to herself, still immersed in the sandwich.
As she ate her last bite, she noticed that Satoru was especially quiet. "Whacha thinking about?"
Bringing him out of his own internal thoughts, he couldn't help but laugh. "Pfftt, wipe your mouth," he teased, "Aren't you a lady?"
Shiro only rolled her eyes and grabbed the nearby napkin before wiping the crumbs off her face. "You thinking about Getou?"
"Yeah, he's up to something"
"I mean... probably..." Shiro agrees.
"But he's right about you though"
Shiro raised an eyebrow as if to questioning his words, but said nothing.
"Not that you're wasting your ability," He shrugs. "Just there is a lot more you can do with an ability like yours."
"Don't tell me I can stop time or something" She mumbles before taking a sip of her cola. "That'd be kinda ridiculously OP."
Satoru chuckled and raised his index finger. "Ding ding ding!"
"... You're kidding" Shocked was an understatement. Shiro always knew she was special, even within the world of jujutsu sorcerers. That's the one thing her parents have drilled into her since birth. Even when she was young, they had almost agreed to 'sell' her off to the Zen'in clan, because the head of the clan was interested in her ability and wanted to adopt her in. Attracted to the opportunity to have the Arai name as part of one of the top three Jujutsu clans, Lucian just about agreed.
At this time, Shiro was seven. She adamantly fought the decision and refused to eat for almost a week before her father's reluctance agreement to cancel the adoption. He was furious, but he figured her dying would be the worst outcome to his dreams of bringing the Arai family to the top.
"Well... theoretically speaking, if your curse technique can speed up and rewind time, it's possible you can stop time altogether."
Shiro listened intently to Satoru's theory, and as she was listening, Satoru swore he could see the gears moving within her head.
"So... from the gist of what you're saying... if I were to control my cursed energy more to a focused point of object or surrounding, I could potentially stop time..."
"Yes." Satoru nodded. "Theoretically, you should be able to do it. Aside from your cursed technique itself, you have the abnormal amount of cursed energy that would be required for such an advanced technique,"
Shiro was in deep thought. She honestly didn't take Getou's words too seriously, as the idea of stopping time seemed ridiculous all in itself. Despite that, it did leave a lasting impact in her mind, which prompted her to ask her teacher about it herself, and she was glad she did. Within a battle, even one second is crucial as that one second could mean life or death.
"But of course, having that abnormal cursed energy doesn't mean that there's an 100% chance that you could do it."
"Interesting," She mused, propping a hand to hold her chin. "Sounds like fun."
"Don't push yourself too far," He warned, as he waved the waitress over to ask for the check. "In other words, don't be stupid"
Shiro scoffed and sat up properly in her seat. "I'm never stupid"
"Right, and I'm not the strongest sorcerer alive." he said, dragging out the word 'right' while lacing sarcasm with his every word.
"Whatever" She says with a pout, thoroughly annoyed by his words. Satoru Gojo always seem to have this effect on people, especially Shiro, considering for his love to constantly tease the girl.
He met the Arai heir, well ex-heir to be exact almost six years ago, stumbling upon her at a business meeting at the Arai compound. She reminded him of little Megumi Fushiguro, but upon speaking to the little girl, he immediately took back that thought. He will never forget the first words Shiro has ever spoken to him.
"So you're Satoru Gojo... you don't look that great to be honest."
Harsh words coming out of a ten year old's mouth. Satoru couldn't help but laugh at her straightforwardness. Compared to her father and the rest of the Arai clan, she held no reservations to speaking her mind nor kept any manners in front of the famous Gojo boy. Catching his interest, he'd often teleport in secret to visit Shiro, much to the latter's displeasure.
"Anyway, thanks for dinner, I'm going back" She says as she gets up from her seat.
"Aw that wounds me Shiro-chan~, you're not going to wait for me?" He smirks.
"Sorry I'm too stupid to wait for you" She retorts while walking away from Satoru, amusing the white haired man.
Never a dull moment with you huh, He laughs, before looking away from her back to the waitress as the waitress has come back to give him his change.
As Shiro leaves from the restaurant, Satoru's expression suddenly turned serious with only one thought in his mind.
Suguru Getou... sound's like there's going to be trouble.
