Bab 12: Scar
Panda was exhausted, his fur drenched in sweat as he desperately tried to land a hit on Hiro. However, the agile sorcerer was simply too fast, dodging each attack with ease and grace. Hiro, frustrated by the lack of challenge, grew angry and demanded that Panda be faster.
"Come on, Panda! I need you to push me harder!" Hiro exclaimed, his voice filled with irritation.
Panda, panting heavily, responded between ragged breaths, "I'm sorry, Hiro... I just can't keep up with you. You're too fast for me."
Hiro, with an exasperated sigh, removed the heavy vest he was wearing, letting it fall to the ground with a dull thud. "Ah, damn it... And Gojo is nowhere to be seen," he complained, running a hand through his blond hair.
Panda, trying to be helpful, suggested, "Hey, why don't you ask the first-years for help? I heard that Sukuna's vessel is particularly good at hand-to-hand combat."
Hiro scoffed, his ego swelling. "He's still too weak. Even if Sukuna took over his body, he wouldn't give me a challenge. He only has one finger."
Panda, surprised by Hiro's confidence, remarked, "You sound very sure of yourself."
Hiro shrugged, his eyes narrowing. "I'm just stating facts. I need to become stronger."
Inumaki, who had been observing the training session while sitting nearby, suddenly spoke up. "Seaweed."
Panda nodded in agreement. "Inumaki is right, Hiro. Obsessing over this won't do you any favors."
Hiro sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Whatever. I need to change anyway."
Panda, curious, asked, "Are you going somewhere?"
Hiro nodded, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. "I'm going out to eat with Maki and will be back in the afternoon. Hopefully, by then, Gojo will have returned. I need to perfect my Domain Expansion."
Panda, intrigued, inquired, "Speaking of which, do you really have one?"
Hiro nodded again, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, but it's not finished yet. I need to keep working on it."
Inumaki chimed in, "Cornflakes."
Panda, understanding Inumaki's meaning, added, "Inumaki is right. It's been a while since you've gone out with Maki."
Hiro shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Well, I've been busy with training, so..."
Panda, concerned, advised, "Hiro, you shouldn't neglect your relationships, especially with your girlfriend."
Hiro, annoyed, retorted, "I don't need relationship advice from a bear on the brink of extinction due to falling out of fucking trees." With that, Hiro turned and left the room, leaving Panda and Inumaki to exchange worried glances.
In another room within the school, Principal Yaga and Gojo were enjoying a cup of tea and a game of chess. Yaga, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, casually asked, "So, what do you think about the curse that attacked Hiro?"
Gojo, his expression pensive, replied with a question of his own. "Tell me, Yaga, how many special grade sorcerers are there currently?"
Yaga, stroking his beard, answered, "There are three: you, Yuta, and Yuki."
Gojo nodded, moving a chess piece. "And recently, Suguru died at the hands of Yuta and Hiro, though Yuta merely had to finish him off."
Gojo continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "In addition to them, we have talented sorcerers like Hakari, Yuki, Megumi with his Ten Shadows technique, and Hiro. We're witnessing a generation of exceptional sorcerers, which, in turn, gives rise to exceptional curses."
Yaga, contemplating Gojo's words, agreed. "Now that you mention it, there are more special grade curses than in previous years."
Gojo, his eyes hidden behind his blindfold, explained, "It's like a balance. Everything must be in equilibrium. And to answer your question, the fact that a curse was able to overpower Hiro is already concerning."
Gojo fell silent for a moment before continuing. "According to Hiro himself, this curse surpassed him in speed, which is his specialty. I didn't want to tell Hiro, to avoid inflating his ego, but after our training, he became faster than Naobito and Naoya, who are the fastest sorcerers in the world, excluding myself, of course."
Gojo's expression grew grim. "And now, for a curse to emerge that not only outpaces Hiro but also leaves him on the brink of death... It speaks to something big on the horizon."
Yaga, his voice measured, addressed Gojo directly. "Speaking of Hiro, I'll be frank with you. The boy has potential, yes, but I don't see any exceptional potential. He's a great sorcerer, one of the strongest we have, but not on the level of your league, Yuki's, or Okkotsu's—the sorcerers of the era. At best, Hiro might reach Naoya's level."
Gojo, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, countered, "Well, Hiro has something that no other sorcerer has."
Yaga, intrigued, asked, "And what might that be?"
Gojo, his smile widening, responded with a question of his own. "Why does one become a sorcerer?"
Yaga, pondering for a moment, answered, "Because they come from a family of sorcerers or for money."
Gojo nodded. "And Hiro came all the way from the United States as a punishment, yet he still has ambition. He wants to become strong. Most sorcerers think about not dying, but he wants to go beyond that. Okkotsu is strong, perhaps more so than Hiro can ever be, but he doesn't have Hiro's eyes."
Yaga, understanding Gojo's point, asked, "So, who will be your successor? Between Okkotsu and Hiro, the two you've taken under your wing?"
Gojo, his smile turning cryptic, declared, "Yuta will be my successor."
Yaga nodded, but Gojo continued, "But Hiro will surpass me. He'll become even stronger."
Yaga, surprised by Gojo's statement, remarked, "It's rare to hear you say that."
Gojo, his voice filled with conviction, explained, "Hiro once said it himself. He doesn't come from a prestigious clan like the Zenin, he doesn't have the Six Eyes, and he doesn't have a curse like Rika. But even so, he wants to improve himself, and I believe in him."
Yaga, his curiosity piqued, asked, "By the way, Satoru, using Sukuna's fingers as a scale of power, how many fingers would you say Hiro is equivalent to?"
Gojo, pondering for a moment, answered, "Hmm, let's see... I'd say right now, he's equivalent to about four or five fingers. But I'm certain he could defeat a sorcerer or curse with the power of six fingers. Hiro grows during battles, which means that the curse he fought must have had the power equivalent to eight or nine fingers."
Yaga, concerned, inquired, "Should we take any action?"
Gojo, his expression unreadable, replied, "I'll investigate a few things, but for now, the best course of action is to wait and see."
Hiro stood at the entrance of the school, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground. As he waited, Nanami passed by and noticed Hiro's unusual restlessness. "What's wrong, Hiro?" Nanami asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Hiro, startled by Nanami's sudden appearance, quickly composed himself. "Oh, it's nothing, Nanami. I'm just waiting for Maki. Have you seen her?"
Nanami, stroking his chin thoughtfully, replied, "I think I saw her talking with Panda earlier. But why are you in such a hurry?"
Hiro, his eyes darting away, mumbled, "I need to get back to training."
Nanami, his eyebrow arching in surprise, questioned, "But didn't you train this morning? And haven't you been training a lot these past few days?"
Hiro, his voice tinged with frustration, responded, "It's not enough. I need to become stronger."
Nanami, his expression softening, asked, "Why?"
Hiro, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, declared, "To catch up to Gojo. To never lose again."
Nanami sighed, placing a comforting hand on Hiro's shoulder. "Hiro, Gojo is on a different level. You don't need to worry about catching up to him right now. Let the adults handle the powerful curses. You should enjoy your youth."
Hiro, his eyes downcast, started to protest. "I know, but..."
Nanami, his voice firm but kind, interrupted, "No buts. Enjoy your time with Maki today. I don't want to sound pessimistic, but you never know when you might lose her. That's the life of a sorcerer."
Hiro, his shoulders slumping in resignation, nodded. Nanami, a small smile on his face, gave Hiro a reassuring pat on the back before walking away.
Just then, Maki arrived, her face flushed from running. "Sorry, did I make you wait?" she asked, slightly out of breath.
Hiro, his mood instantly lifting at the sight of her, grinned. "Not at all."
As they began to walk, Maki noticed the baseball cap and sunglasses Hiro was wearing, unusual accessories for him since he always enjoyed showing off his eyes and hair. "Why the cap and shades?" she inquired, her head tilted in curiosity.
Hiro, his hand reaching up to adjust the cap, shrugged. "I ran out of sunscreen."
Maki, not entirely convinced by his explanation, nodded nonetheless.
As they strolled through the bustling streets of the city, Hiro couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The warm sun on his face, the gentle breeze ruffling his hair, and Maki's presence by his side—it was a perfect day.
Their first stop was a quaint little café, tucked away in a side street. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries wafted through the air, enticing them inside. They sat at a small table by the window, the sunlight filtering through the glass and casting a warm glow on their faces.
Maki, her eyes scanning the menu, asked, "What are you in the mood for?"
Hiro, his gaze fixed on her, replied with a mischievous grin, "Anything, as long as it's with you."
Maki, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile, playfully swatted his arm. "You're such a cheeseball."
They ordered their drinks and pastries, the conversation flowing easily between them. Hiro found himself laughing at Maki's jokes, his worries about training and curses momentarily forgotten.
After their coffee break, they decided to visit the local park. The lush green grass and vibrant flowers were a welcome change from the concrete jungle of the city. They walked hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, as they admired the beauty of nature around them.
Hiro, feeling a sudden burst of energy, tugged on Maki's hand. "Race you to that big oak tree!" he challenged, a playful glint in his eye.
Maki, never one to back down from a challenge, grinned. "You're on!"
They took off running, their laughter echoing through the park. Hiro, his long legs giving him an advantage, reached the tree first, a triumphant smile on his face. Maki, slightly out of breath, punched his arm lightly. "No fair, you've got longer legs!"
Hiro, feigning innocence, shrugged. "Hey, it's not my fault you're vertically challenged."
Maki, her eyes narrowing, tackled him to the ground, the two of them rolling in the grass, their laughter ringing out in the air. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, the sun warm on their faces.
Hiro, his voice soft, turned to Maki. "I wish every day could be like this."
Maki, her expression turning serious, propped herself up on her elbow. "Hiro, I know you're worried about getting stronger, but don't forget to live in the moment. We don't know what tomorrow might bring, so let's make the most of today."
Hiro, his heart swelling with affection, pulled her close, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. "You're right. I'm sorry for being so focused on training lately. I promise to make more time for us."
Maki, her smile brighter than the sun, rested her head on his chest. "That's all I ask."
They spent the rest of the day exploring the city, trying out new foods, and simply enjoying each other's company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they found themselves back at the school entrance.
Hiro, his hand still holding Maki's, turned to face her. "Thank you for today. I needed this more than I realized."
Maki, her eyes shining with love, squeezed his hand. "Anytime, Hiro. Remember, I'm always here for you."
Hiro and Maki walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the vibrant city lights illuminating their path as they made their way back to the school. The night air was cool and crisp, a welcome respite from the day's warmth. As they strolled, Maki couldn't help but notice that Hiro was still wearing his baseball cap and sunglasses, despite the late hour.
"Hey, how long are you planning on wearing that cap and those glasses?" Maki asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "It's already nighttime, you know."
Hiro remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground before him. Maki, sensing that something was amiss, stepped in front of him, forcing him to meet her eyes. "I knew it," she said, her tone a mix of concern and exasperation. "This isn't about the sun, is it? You're way too cautious to let yourself run out of sunscreen. Is it because of your scar?"
Hiro's eyes darted to the side, avoiding Maki's intense gaze. "I just thought... maybe you'd be embarrassed to be seen with someone like me," he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the din of the city.
Maki's eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of anger sparking within them. "Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "You're the most arrogant guy I know! For my birthday, you gave me a shirt with your stupid face printed on it. You're always trying to show off, always seeking attention. When I'm busy, you go to the infirmary just so Shoko can give you some attention or coddle you."
She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "When you're bored, you literally shout to get people to look at you. If you're not getting enough attention, you start making a scene. And now you're telling me you want to go unnoticed because of a scar?"
Hiro stood there, stunned by Maki's outburst. But before he could respond, Maki's expression softened, a tender smile gracing her lips. "Hiro, I hate to admit it, but you're the most handsome man I know. And to be honest, I think your scar makes you even more attractive, which kind of pisses me off."
Hiro blinked, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight.
Maki rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. "Yes, really. So stop being a baby and take that stuff off."
With a chuckle, Hiro removed his cap and sunglasses, revealing the jagged scar that ran from his forehead, across his left eye, and down to his cheekbone. The scar was a testament to the battles he had fought, the hardships he had endured. It was a mark of his strength, his resilience.
The scar was a tapestry of mottled, raised skin, the edges rough and uneven. It was a stark contrast to the smooth, unblemished skin surrounding it, a permanent reminder of the day Hiro had faced the special grade curse. The scar tissue was a deep, angry red, the color of dying embers, and it seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble," Hiro said, his voice sincere. "I didn't know you felt that way."
Maki shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "You idiot. If you weren't so stupidly good-looking, believe me, the first day you tried to hit on me, I would've kicked your ass."
Hiro threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the streets. "So you think I'm good-looking, huh?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Maki sighed, but the affection in her eyes was unmistakable. "Don't push your luck, dummy."
As they finally reached the school, Maki tugged on Hiro's hand, leading him in a different direction. Hiro, puzzled, asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Maki glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye. "To show you that I'm not lying."
They found themselves in Hiro's room, the door closing softly behind them. Maki gently pushed Hiro onto the bed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "The things you make me do, you idiot," she murmured, before leaning in and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm. Hiro's hands roamed Maki's back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her. Maki's hands, in turn, found their way under Hiro's shirt, her fingertips skimming over the hard planes of his abs, marveling at the way his muscles tensed under her touch.
Clothes were shed, piece by piece, until they were bare before each other, their skin illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Hiro's eyes drank in the sight of Maki, her body a masterpiece of smooth curves and toned muscles. Maki, in turn, admired Hiro's physique, the product of countless hours of training and dedication.
They explored each other's bodies with a mix of curiosity and reverence, their touches gentle and tentative at first, growing bolder and more confident as their desire built. Hiro's lips blazed a trail of fire down Maki's neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone, drawing a breathy moan from her lips.
Maki's hands roamed lower, her fingers brushing against Hiro's manhood, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She looked up at him, a playful glint in her eye. "I thought it would be bigger," she teased, her voice husky with desire.
Hiro's eyes widened, a look of mock offense on his face. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice strained.
Maki laughed, the sound like music to Hiro's ears. "I'm just kidding," she said, before wrapping her hand around him, stroking him with a firm, steady pressure.
Hiro groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, his hips bucking involuntarily into Maki's touch. Not to be outdone, he slipped his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. Hiro entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his size. Maki's nails dug into his back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt him stretching her, filling her in a way she had never experienced before.
They found their rhythm, their bodies moving in sync, the room filled with the sounds of their love-making. Maki's moans grew louder, more urgent, as she neared her peak. Hiro, sensing her impending release, increased his pace, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Maki's world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Hiro followed soon after, his own release washing over him in waves of intense pleasure. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.
In the afterglow, as they lay entwined, their limbs tangled together, Maki's voice broke the comfortable silence. "Hey, idiot," she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of Hiro's face.
"Yeah?" Hiro replied, his eyes soft and filled with adoration.
"Don't you dare die on me," Maki said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hiro's brow furrowed, a quizzical smile on his lips. "Why would you say that?"
Maki sighed, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "You've already been on the brink of death three times."
Hiro chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Don't worry," he said, his voice filled with confidence and reassurance. "That won't happen. I promise."
As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies intertwined, Hiro knew that he would do everything in his power to keep that promise. For Maki, for their love, he would fight. He would survive. And together, they would face whatever challenges the future might bring.
The morning sun filtered through the window, its gentle rays caressing the sleeping faces of Hiro and Maki. Maki's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile gracing her lips as she gazed upon Hiro's peaceful visage. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek, before giving him a gentle shake.
"Hey, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep. "We have classes to attend. Time to wake up."
Hiro groaned, his eyes still closed, and buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Don't wanna go," he mumbled, his words muffled by the soft fabric. "Wake me up when it's time for training."
Maki chuckled, her fingers running through Hiro's tousled hair. "You need to go to the theoretical classes too, you know. It's not all about throwing punches like an idiot."
Hiro cracked open one eye, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm top of the class, aren't I? I think I can afford to miss one day."
Maki rolled her eyes, but the affection in her gaze was unmistakable. "The fact that you don't study, laze around, and still manage to be the best in class really pisses me off, you know."
Hiro sat up, his grin widening into a self-satisfied smirk. "That's because I'm the best," he declared, his voice filled with playful arrogance.
Maki reached out, flicking Hiro's forehead with her finger. Hiro yelped, his hand flying to the spot where she had struck him. "Don't be so dramatic," Maki chided, but the laughter in her voice belied her stern words.
They climbed out of bed, their bodies still warm and languid from sleep, and began to dress for the day. Hiro couldn't help but steal glances at Maki as she slipped into her uniform, admiring the way the fabric hugged her curves, the way her muscles flexed and shifted beneath her skin.
Grabbing their towels, they headed out into the hallway, ready to make their way to the showers. As they stepped out of Hiro's room, they were greeted by the sight of Inumaki, who was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Cornflakes," Inumaki said, his voice deadpan, but the glint in his eye spoke volumes.
Maki's cheeks flushed, a rare sight for the usually composed girl. Hiro, on the other hand, burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with mirth.
"Don't say a word, you damn seaweed boy," Maki growled, her eyes narrowing in warning.
"Tuna," Inumaki replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Maki sighed, shaking her head in resignation, and the three of them began to make their way down the hallway. As they approached the showers, Hiro veered towards the men's section, only to be stopped by Maki's hand on his arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, her eyebrow arched in question.
Hiro blinked, confusion written across his face. "To take a shower, of course."
Maki grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye, and pointed towards the women's showers. "Why don't you join me for round two?" she suggested, her voice low and sultry.
Hiro's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement flickering across his face. "What if someone walks in?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Maki waved her hand dismissively. "Shoko and I are the only girls here, and Mei Mei is never around. Besides, Shoko showers at home, so no one will enter."
Hiro's grin returned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Maki, however, suddenly frowned, patting her pockets. "Shit, I forgot my shampoo. You go ahead, I'll catch up in a bit."
With that, Maki turned and headed back down the hallway, leaving Hiro to enter the women's showers alone. He walked in, whistling a cheerful tune, his mind filled with thoughts of the steamy encounter that awaited him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of running water, the steady patter of droplets against tile. "Maybe the cleaning staff left a shower on," Hiro thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders.
He rounded the corner, only to freeze in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock. There, standing before him, was a girl with short, brown hair, her naked body glistening with water. She turned, her eyes meeting Hiro's, and quickly moved to cover herself, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Hiro, ever the smooth talker, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Don't worry," he said, his voice filled with an easy confidence. "I've seen plenty of female bodies before, so there's no need to feel embarrassed."
The girl's embarrassment quickly morphed into anger, her eyes flashing with indignation. She reached out, grabbing her hammer that lay nearby, and hurled it at Hiro with all her might.
Hiro yelped, ducking just in time to avoid the projectile, and bolted out of the showers, his heart pounding in his chest. He burst into the hallway, nearly colliding with Maki, who had just returned with her shampoo.
"What's wrong?" Maki asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
"There's someone in there!" Hiro exclaimed, his voice high-pitched with panic.
Maki's eyes widened, and she rushed into the showers, only to find the girl hurriedly getting dressed, her face twisted in a scowl. "Where did that pervert go?" she demanded, her voice filled with righteous anger.
Maki sighed, rubbing her temples. "He's outside," she said, her voice tinged with resignation.
The girl, now fully dressed in her school uniform, grabbed her hammer and stormed out of the showers, her eyes blazing with fury. Hiro, seeing her approach, let out a yelp of terror and took off running, his voice echoing through the hallways as he called out for help.
"PANDA! INUMAKI! GOJO SENSEI! SHOKO!" he yelled, his feet pounding against the floor as he ran for his life.
A few minutes later, the three of them found themselves sitting in the common room, Hiro nursing a bruised face as Maki gently pressed an ice pack against his swollen cheek. The girl sat across from them, her arms crossed over her chest, her hammer resting on the table before her.
"I'm sorry," Maki said, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I didn't think anyone would be in the showers. It was my fault, I asked him to go in."
The girl snorted, her eyes narrowing. "These things aren't supposed to happen in school," she said, her voice filled with a hint of reproach.
Maki nodded, her expression contrite. "You're right. I apologize for my poor judgment." She paused, tilting her head to the side. "I don't think I caught your name."
The girl pointed to herself with her thumb, a confident smirk on her face. "I'm Nobara Kugisaki," she declared, her voice filled with a brash sort of pride.
Hiro, despite his bruised face, couldn't help but grin. "Nice to meet you, Nobara," he said, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "I'm Hiro Miller, the best sorcerer in the school."
Maki rolled her eyes, her hand tightening around the ice pack. "Ignore him," she said, her voice filled with fond exasperation. "He's an idiot."
Nobara laughed, the sound bright and carefree. "I can see that," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I have to admit, he's got guts. Not many guys would have the balls to walk into the women's showers like that."
Hiro's grin widened, his chest puffing out with pride. "What can I say? I'm a man of action."
Maki groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I can't believe I'm dating this moron," she muttered, her voice muffled by her palms.
Nobara's eyebrows shot up, her expression one of surprise. "Wait, you two are dating?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of disbelief.
Maki nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Unfortunately," she said, but the affection in her voice was unmistakable.
Nobara leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, I have to say, you've got your hands full with this one," she said, jerking her thumb towards Hiro.
Maki sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Tell me about it," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.
Fushiguro and another boy with pink hair entered the room, interrupting the conversation between Hiro, Maki, and Nobara. The pink-haired boy's eyes lit up as he spotted Nobara, a grin spreading across his face.
"There you are, Kugisaki!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "We've been looking all over for you." His gaze then shifted to Maki and Hiro, curiosity evident in his expression. "Who are they?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Fushiguro, his hands tucked into his pockets, replied in his usual monotone. "They're our senpais from the second year. That's Zenin."
Maki's eyebrow twitched, a flash of annoyance crossing her face. "I've told you not to call me by my last name," she said, her voice sharp with irritation.
Fushiguro, unfazed by Maki's outburst, continued his introductions. "And that's Hiro Miller."
The pink-haired boy's face split into a wide, friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, senpais! I'm Yuji Itadori."
Hiro's eyes widened in recognition, a mischievous glint appearing in their depths. "So, you must be Sukuna's vessel," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "Gojo told me about you. If you ever lose control, just give me a call, and I'll beat the crap out of the King of Curses himself."
Nobara groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Great, just great. I could barely tolerate Fushiguro's arrogance, and now I have to deal with Hiro's too? What did I do to deserve this?"
Suddenly, a mouth appeared on Itadori's cheek, its lips curling into a sinister smile. "Watch your tongue, you insolent brat," Sukuna's voice growled, his words dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
Hiro, unfazed by the appearance of the legendary curse, waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, keep yapping, you talking mouth."
Just then, Gojo entered the room, his signature smile plastered across his face. "Well, well, what a surprise to see you all gathered here!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with his usual cheerful energy. "I didn't plan for you to meet so soon, but I'm glad it happened anyway."
Hiro, his eyes sparkling with mischief, threw his arms around Fushiguro and Itadori's shoulders, pulling them close. "Hey, at least there are more guys my age now. Say, do you want to go steal the principal's glasses with me?"
Itadori's face lit up with excitement, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Count me in!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
Fushiguro, on the other hand, shrugged off Hiro's arm, his expression one of cool indifference. "Don't bother me with your childish games," he said, his voice flat and unamused.
Gojo, watching the exchange with a fond smile, laughed heartily. "Ah, youth," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. "Beautiful, beautiful youth."
Maki, her arms crossed over her chest, shook her head in exasperation. "Honestly, Gojo-sensei, you're not helping matters by encouraging their antics."
Gojo, his smile never wavering, shrugged his shoulders. "Come now, Maki-chan, let them have their fun. After all, they're only young once."
Nobara, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, turned to Gojo. "Sensei, did you plan this? Bringing us all together like this?"
Gojo, his expression turning mysterious, tapped the side of his nose. "Who knows, Nobara-chan? Perhaps it was fate that brought you all together."
Hiro, his arm still slung around Itadori's shoulders, grinned widely. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm just glad to have some new friends to cause trouble with."
Fushiguro, his eyes closed in resignation, sighed deeply. "I have a feeling that things are about to get a lot more complicated around here."
Itadori, his face still split in a wide grin, pumped his fist in the air once more. "Bring it on! With senpais like Hiro and Maki, and friends like Fushiguro and Kugisaki, I'm ready for anything!"
Maki, despite her earlier annoyance, couldn't help but smile at Itadori's enthusiasm. "Just don't go getting yourself into too much trouble, okay? We senpais can only bail you out so many times."
Gojo, his eyes twinkling with amusement, clapped his hands together. "Well, now that you're all acquainted, why don't we head to the training grounds? I have a feeling that today's session is going to be quite interesting."
As the group made their way out of the room, Hiro couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. With new friends to train with and new challenges to face, he knew that his time at Jujutsu High was only going to get more interesting from here on out.
And who knew? Maybe, just maybe, he would finally find the strength he needed to surpass Gojo and become the strongest sorcerer the world had ever seen.
Author's note:
I have a question for you guys, who should Hiro take under his care Megumi or Yuji?
Again thank you very much for your stones and comments, they really encourage me to continue the story.
I read you!
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