3) Transfer From Kyoto

The beaming sun blasted through the cracks of my drapery and woke me up.

"Damn sun.." I groaned as I got up and prepared myself for the moving process which I wouldn't have to endure all that much (I had nothing on my person after that initial blast of energy.) I entered the bathroom quietly and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing my hair was getting longer than it should. Usually, I'd just take a razor and chop it all off but I guess there isn't any here..

"Where is the… ah there it is!" I snatched the sealed toothbrush, tore it out of the box, and began brushing. The most basic morning routine (at least for a teenager) that I've been doing since my parents left overseas. It has it's merits.

There is a faint knock on my door, followed by a sweet feminine voice telling me my breakfast was ready.

"Oh boy, I'm starving.."

I quickly finished my routine and put a black t-shirt over my tank top. Outside the bathroom was a large courtyard for whatever purpose, but I sat on the floor to enjoy my food. A rather flashy bowl of rice, eggs, and fish. "Thank you this meal." I clapped my hands together and began chowing down.

Around 4 minutes later (yes, I eat quickly), a woman with a large scare across her face entered and unfolded a couple papers.

"Umm..Fukitsu-"

"Furōkawa. You can call me by my first name, thanks." I quickly interrupted her. That family name didn't hold much meaning to me anyways.

"Yes, sorry. Furōkawa, Mr. Ichiji is here to take you to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical Scho-"

"Do you guys say the whole name like that ever-"

"STOP INTERRUPTING ME DAMN IT!!" She yelled at me, which I don't blame her. I kind of just nervously smiled with my eyes closed because I WAS genuinely curious. "Sorry.."

"Ms. Utahime, please hand Fukitsu his ID card and papers of residence please, he needs to get going."

Utahime angrily turned around and turned back very slowly towards me, looking like a demon in the flesh. She approached me, handed me the papers, and stormed off.

I walked up to the man in a black suit and escorted me to the vehicle. I noticed a few of the other students I met yesterday hanging near the gate of the school and Mai shot me a kiss. She must be shooting spiked hearts made of ice the way I shivered.

She rubs me the wrong way.

Anyways I opened up the backseat door and sat down quietly. I was going to offer to conversate but he didn't look too interested—actually more like afraid? Not of me but… well I don't know.

We just sat in uncomfortable silence the entire ride.

When we arrived to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical Schoo- NOW I'M SAYING IT!

Anyways, when we got there, Mr. Ichiji turned around with a blinding glare in his class (which I didn't think could actually happen in real life..) and told me to "beware of the white haired blindfolded man.." while shuddering. Makes me wonder what type of torture I was about to be subjected to.

I stepped out the car, bowed, and turned towards the entrance where I began a new chapter of my life.

"Wait, where the hell am I even supposed to be going?!"

Suddenly, a tall man with extremely distinguished silver hair and blindfold appeared in front of me. Now what the hell did I just witness?!

"Yo!"

I stumbled backwards and fell on my behind, because who would have expected something like that in a near insant?

"Gojo Satoru, you must be the new student Fukit-"

"Furōkawa."

"Right, right. My apologies, Furōkawa. Welcome to Jujutsu Tech where you'll learn to exorcise curses and protect those who cannot exorcise themselves." He reached his hand out to me and pulled me up.

"Yeah, I got the gist of everything when my cursed energy awakened initially." I dusted myself off.

He looked at me (I think?) with not much of any type of look in particular. It is pretty hard to evaluate what type of emotion he was displaying with…like half of his face covered.

"Well I see how that worked out for you, but you have a lot to learn about yourself and jujutsu."

We began strolling around the campus, making small talk and getting to know each other a little bit. The scenery was absolutely beautiful though and I'm sort of surprised such a place could be built with this many intricacies.

"If you were wondering, this place in simple terms is like a huge barrier that a funky old thumb-man controls, along with the entirety of Japan. I'll teach you about that also…eventually."

Well, I guess he did see through my curiosity but the lack of motivation to teach me is a little bothersome.

"It's time to show you to your amazing 1st year classroom!" Gojo cheered.

We walked up to the classroom and stop in the front.

"Now remember, these are the people you really sticking with for a while, make a good first impression!"

It's been a long time since I was enrolled in school, so I was admittedly a bit nervous. But after what I experienced, I feel like there's no wall I can't climb!

I slowly opened up the door and stepped a foot in. I popped my head through the window and saw an extremely familiar face.

Wait… it's my cousin!!

"YUTA??!!!"

FURŌ!!??