Outburst

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-Story Start-

This was not how Nanahoshi imagined her first encounter with Gojo Satoru to proceed.

Would their meeting be cordial?

Would he actually be someone from Japan?

Was he the one responsible for bringing her here?

Was he her alleged mysterious "savior" who managed to get her out of the way of a speeding truck?

Assuming he is from Japan... Would he even want to return?

From prior disappointments, Nanahoshi stayed mostly pessimistic with just a hint of optimism beneath it all.

Whatever comes out of her encounter with Gojo Satoru makes little difference to her - Either way she'll make it back home.

It is a binary prospect - Gojo Satoru either contributes positively to her getting home or he doesn't.

Yet, the anticipated man, even despite her pessimism, arrived like an unexpected punch in the gut, without warning appearing in her research room.

Quickly, he answered nearly all of the unasked questions that she had intended to present him.

His sudden chastising of her did no favors to her ongoing typhoon of emotions.

Nanahoshi prides herself on her capability of controlling her emotions.

Of remaining in control, coolheaded, and patient.

It is what kept her intact during these torturous years in this world.

However, what truly irked her, what truly grated on her nerves...

Nanahoshi slowly yet purposefully lowered her mask, revealing the slowly boiling fury, "Fun...?" She whispered, her voice trembling.

She began to approach Satoru slowly, her fists clenched, "Five years... I've been stranded in this disgusting world."

Her steps reverberated loudly in the room, as she disregarded the papers that were scattered on the ground, stepping on them.

Satoru's eyes widened at her words, "Five years?" He mumbled in a surprised tone.

Continuing her approach, her voice progressively grew in volume, "I HAVE NO MANA! I CAN'T USE FIGHTING SPELLS OR BATTLE AURA! I CAN'T AGE BUT I CAN STILL DIE! THE FOOD'S TERRIBLE! THE MORALS ARE STRANGE AND PERVERTED! EVERYTHING'S INCONVENIENT!"

She began to shout, as Satoru's prior smirk twisted into a thin line, his eyes narrowed through his shades.

'Definitely touched a nerve.' Satoru surmised nonchalantly.

Eventually, she was close to Satoru, an arm's length between them.

Her fists clenched so hard they drew blood, "I HAVEN'T SEEN MY FAMILY AND BOYFRIEND FOR FIVE WHOLE YEARS! ALONE IN THIS WORLD, I HATE THIS WORLD!"

"VACATION? FUN?! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!" She threw a punch at Satoru, her face crimson red and veins appeared on her forehead.

Silently, Satoru had caught the weak punch with his hand, as opposed to blocking with Infinity.

The thin line on his face turned into a frown.

Seeing her punch being effortlessly caught, Nanahoshi continued in frustration, "ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A WAY BACK HOME! AND I'VE MADE NO PROGRESS IN ALL THOSE YEARS! NOTHING! EXPERIMENTS AFTER EXPERIMENTS WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT!"

A silent moment passed and Satoru had not let go of her fist.

Nanahoshi lowered her head, her limbs weakening as she let out a hic, tears began to roll down her face, "Y-You shouldn't have saved me from that truck. I... I'm so tired of it all." She mumbled weakly.

Satoru huffed as he clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, "Ah... My bad, didn't think this would be the reaction."

Nanahoshi had barely heard that statement, as her head was still lowered.

"But! You're in luck because I also have to go back." Satoru's confident and cheery tone returned as he smirked confidently at the downtrodden Nanahoshi.

At his words, Nanahoshi lifted her head, her countenance disheveled, "Y-You want to go back?" Her weak voice began to regain its strength at Satoru's words and expression, a hopeful edge in her tone.

Tilting his head, Satoru innocently questioned, "Did I stutter?"

She shook her head slowly, meeting Satoru's eyes through his shades, "But... You said you were having fun on this vacation?"

Snorting Satoru replied, "A vacation is temporary. Don't get me wrong, unlike you, I love this world! It has been the most fun I've had in my entire life... But, I need a method to get back, they might have trouble without me if I take more than a couple of years. Of course, that is if it's even possible to return in the first place." Satoru lowered his head a little, as the shades dropped allowing Nanahoshi to glimpse upon the Six Eyes, sending a chill down her spine.

To Nanahoshi's complete dismay and surprise, Satoru patted her on the head like a puppy, "So look alive~! Gojo Satoru is here to help in researching a way back to Japan! If a method to return exists, then as long as I try then I'll definitely find it~!"

Nanahoshi's emotional state was never as erratic as it is today in years.

Her expression was gobsmacked at the completely smug and self-assured statement of Satoru.

She had been researching for five whole years on a way back - And Satoru doesn't seem to have researched even a bit on it.

'What makes him so sure he'd find it?' Nanahoshi couldn't help but wonder as she gazed at Satoru's haughty smirk, that held no doubt or lie.

'Even so... A part of me can't help but believe him.' She thought as she glimpsed upon the mesmerizing azure glow of the Six Eyes.

Nodding silently, Nanahoshi took a step back, Satoru letting go of her fist without protest, as she apologized awkwardly, yet her expression looked like a load was lifted off of her, "S-Sorry, I wasn't myself there."

Seeing Nanahoshi's lightened mood, Satoru waved her off, "It's fine, people usually can't help but lose themselves in my presence~"

Having collected herself, Nanahoshi answered evenly, an appraising glance thrown at Satoru, she decided to ignore the prior outburst as if it never happened, "You're as eccentric as described. But, I'll introduce myself. You may know me as Silent Seven Stars but my real name is Nanahoshi Shizuka, a high schooler from Japan."

Satoru smiled in amusement, "So we'll act as if nothing happened just now?"

Nanahoshi glared at Satoru weakly, "Please, just forget that happened."

He hummed, "Hmm... I'll consider it~!" He cheered.

Letting that prior debacle go for now, Satoru continued without pause, "But for now, I don't have to introduce myself, you already know who I am~"

Nanahoshi shook her head, "Not quite. For one, I don't remember people from Japan being capable of using superpowers or Magic like those eyes of yours. But considering you also don't have mana from what I've heard, it's something else."

Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, Satoru answered, "Woah woah, now hold on. You've skipped a few steps. We'll have to get to know each other a little better before I can disclose my secrets~"

Obviously, Satoru doesn't really care about the secrecy of Jujutsu, especially when he's in another world.

So he wouldn't really mind explaining it to Nanahoshi.

But... It's never that easy with him, now is it?

Mulling it over for a moment, Nanahoshi nodded, "You're right. Maybe we should start with how we got here?"

Satoru clicked his finger at her, his eyes narrowed as he gained a serious tone "Yes, I'm actually curious about that as well. You say five years since you got here, but I arrived in this world about eight months ago."

He lowered his shades, revealing his Six Eyes as he dissected Nanahoshi with them, sending yet another chill down her spine at the piercing look, "You say you don't age. But... I do age. I'm assuming it's that mana wrapped around you that's causing that." He pointed out, noticing the odd mana that was permeating Nanahoshi's body.

He had ignored it when he first caught notice of Nanahoshi, as he was more interested in the fact he sensed Cursed Energy - But that Mana around her was unique in of itself.

...He recalls having seen it once before.

To Be Continued!

-Author Note Start-

Now, you may notice this chapter's considerably shorter - It is so because it serves its purpose lol

And in case I don't have enough time to write the other part I wanted to add (And I want to stand by my promise of writing a chapter for you by today.)

Now, I'll hopefully be done with writing another chapter for you / The 2nd part of this chapter by the end of the day, but with that, I've got no promises.

Hope you've enjoyed their meeting and it was good/realistic etc...

You've also been given a hint regarding the differences between Satoru's transportation and Nanahoshi's - You can go back to Chapter 2 and it'll ring ya a couple of bells :P

See ya tomorrow/today again lol.

Anyways! Most importantly! Did I portray Teen Gojo well in this chapter? I'd appreciate feedback on this on each chapter! As this is the most critical part of the fic! Woohoo! Feedback! Yes!