“ Keep Up, Okkotsu-senpai! ”
“ keep up, okkotsu-senpai! ”
with a pep in her step, nobara moves with purpose as she flits from store to store, the four smaller bags on her arms filling with more and more things. festivals in the city were much more so than back home. they were much more lively, much more people-filled, much more ambient in atmosphere, much more her speed, and nobara was capitalizing on the benefits of discounts and sales off.
5月7日: it's ōgon shūkan in japan, a temporarily extended time of festive celebration and mirth, and the staffs and student bodies of both jujutsu tech schools are in attendance: in accordance with keeping up their disguises as well-meaning institutions geared towards the religious and academic futures of a select, few kids.
in a highly good mood, nobara doesn't mean to sound bossy if she does? but it's also like, the more load of heavier bags he's carrying aside, okkotsu-senpai is taller than her, so he has no excuse for the slow pace he's moving at. she's shorter than him, she would know.
her patience exists on a spectrum, it begins and ends at slow walking, and her momentum is one that can hardly be interrupted once it begins ... but she pauses in her stride if only to turn around slightly, a hand placed on her hip, demanding that okkotsu pick up his pace with a gesture of her other and a look that says slow walking at her expense isn't his place.
usually itadori and fushiguro would be the ones accompanying her, holding any bags she'd shove off on them, but they're busied doing whatever else right now — itadori had made prior plans to hit up a festival and dragged fushiguro along for the ride, with them all promising to meet up later. either way: those two left her all alone, not that she'd have particularly cared if she didn't require company that entailed heavier lifting than she didn't care to do, leaving her to seek alternate means.
okkotsu was her bag boy for the day, less robust than itadori and less broody than fushiguro, she made her pick work all things considered. they were making good timing, too, hitting a few more stores, before okkotsu tired out. “ kugisaki-san, do you think we could take a break? ” he asks and she relents, just a smidge, leading them to the food court.
in his defense? he was new to this, experiencing her in all of her exuberance, her in her element. kugisaki nobara is the same girl outside of school, free-spirited and lively, and she revels in her youth. unbothered by the toils of classwork and sorcerery, she pours equally into her passions.
a sip of her matcha milk tea with boba, nobara is in a good mood, she's bright-eyed and all smiles, and the fruitful shopping day's haul will stave her off from borrowing gojō-sensei's black card for two to three weeks, at the most.
“ thanks for coming with me, senpai. i know that you might probably have wanted to be more so in the company of maki-san and inumaki senpai — — or even panda, but still: this meant a lot. i couldn't have possibly carried all these bags myself. ”
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❥::: yuta didn’t think he’d get dragged along for a shopping trip with his kohai. literally dragged. she didn’t take no for an answer. yuta doesn’t mind too much since he sees it as a bonding experience. but for the most part, he carries her bags as they went from store to store. kugisaki was really energetic and lively. just as maki described her.
yuta gave her weakened smile. ❝ Um… Kugisaki-san… do you think we can take a break? ❞ yuta asked.
the weight of the bags makes it hard for him to keep up with her. the circle under his eyes seems darker than usual. he almost look on the verge of passing out.
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a doctor's visit to ieiri shōko. 웃 starter.
here she was:⠀⠀laying down in a medical bed assigned to her by ieri-san and slightly battered. no one could ever say that she didn't put up a good fight, no one could ever say that she never puts up a good fight. being sidelined sometimes wasn't necessarily a defeat or a loss, it was simply part of the job. as long as one still had their life to live and give insofar as long as they had the strength to get up to fight another day, who's to say they suffered defeat if their foe was felled anyways? she'd long stopped feeling a bit irritated at the fact that she only slightly still felt like a liability to itadori and fushiguro, the reminder of how she got her current injury a nasty gash in her side caught from a curse that swiped her with extremely sharp claws still fresh in her mind.
luckily, that curse had been not so tough as to fatally wound her. it had been weak. luckily, it's only a gash wound. nobara can't ever forget that she's considered one of the 'lucky ones' given her current state of still having her life, that the existence of a jujutsu sorcerer is a ruinous one and that physical wounds are the bare minimum of what you could walk away with. bandaged hand fiddles with her blanket, cautiously, as her mind wanders to just how long she'd be in here, when she'd get out ... because the truth was that she couldn't stay long. her portion of the amount of yen pooled into her, itadori's, and fushiguro's stipend was begging to be spent. they were practically a team. less of a student body accounted for meant less money and less money meant she'd have to shop frugally this coming weekend. nobara didn't want to shop frugally.
an impatient huff can't help but escape her as eyes find themselves idly looking around the room before they land on a photograph of a young ieiri-san, gojō-sensei, and geto suguru ( ' the worst curse user in existence, ' gojō-sensei had proclaimed one day! ). she can't help but study all of their faces, their demeanors, their youth. especially ieiri-san's. she was so very reminiscent, bore an uncanny resemblance.
“ say, ieiri-san, ” she starts when peripheral catches the older woman's coming into her room, clipboard out, tongue clicking. nobara promised that this year would be different, that she wouldn't be as much of a frequent visitor to the infirmary wing of tōkyō jujutsu tech. idle conversation can't help but be made, if not only to distract herself from the annoying sting of her wound. “ being responsible for the medical infrastructure of our school has got to be definitely unrewarding, right? what teacher taught you, anyway, how to hone your technique? i mean, reverse cursed technique is so complex — you've had to have a sensei of your own at some point, right? ”
kugisaki nobara.⠀⠀웃⠀⠀a glimpse into her instagram.
some to-knows:
maki, fushiguro, and itadori were among the first people she followed from tōkyō jujutsu tech. family members⠀⠀(⠀⠀some of those of her clan residing outside of japan included⠀⠀)⠀⠀and her favorite fashion brands, designers, + celebrities were among her first followings.
someway, somehow, she makes the time to be a brand ambassador for one of her favorite makeup brands.
she's somewhat slow at following people back⠀⠀(⠀⠀if she even chooses to⠀⠀) and extremely selective. between in-class jujutsu lectures, classwork, personal time to herself, and fieldwork on top of that:⠀⠀nobara is extremely in-demand!
whenever she goes live it's usually when she's sightseeing or trying new foods, or visiting her favorite, more popular stores and malls. sometimes, she'll stumble upon the most simplistic nook-and-crannied little spot in tōkyō ( like that one non-descript coffee shop that she's claimed for her own for studying, because she loves their coffee, and it's hers because she says so ).
she has profile reels that have become popular, and that've went viral, of her constructing wara ningyō 「 藁人形, lit. " straw dolls " 」: of her showing step-by-step how they're made. these videos have not only become a hit in her native japan, but outside as well, particularly in the west: her following is accredited to this, largely. before they were ever thought of to be used as a clever device in exorcising curses, before they were ever thought of to be ever-useful proxies by the women in the kugisaki clan, they were apart of her culture. nobara takes immense pride in that.
she has a select, private groupchat on nearly every social media app and instagram is not exempt. members obviously consist of itadori, fushiguro, and herself.
makes it a point to block mai everywhere. it works for the most part, but nobara soon learned she has ample burner accounts one day. luckily, she isn't at all afraid to run blockchains through third-party apps.
before she could even put a name to a face, nobara had already decided that she had a bone to pick with special-grade tōkyō jujutsu tech 2nd year okkotsu yūta. in retrospect, this wasn't at all hard to do. before he had gotten back from wherever he'd been overseas early, his name had lingered in the mouths of the other 2nd years: the residuals of his cursed energy may as well have had lingered in the hallways, too.
his accomplishments during last year's goodwill event with their sister school were spoken of with an undercurrent of pride, and even fushiguro held a deep respect for him: but nobara wasn't impressed.
if anything? she was mildly annoyed. call it a petty annoyance at his thrashing those kyōto hasbeens so good that the succeeding year's goodwill event had to be held on tōkyō's turf instead of where she wanted to sightsee and try new foods, and she'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't felt a flare of pride, but still ...
it's annoying: the way he walks past her in between classroom transitionings without so much as an inkling of the setback he's put her through ( she was on a slightly fixed schedule and he ruined it! ), the way she catches him during co-training smiling sheepishly and rubbing his head while talking to maki-san, panda, and inumaki-senpai from across the training grounds, the way he's so nice ( he reminds her of itadori in that regard ) that it makes feeling even an inkling of annoyance at him? feel like a slight against him despite what he's unintionally ruined for her, the way he can't tell when a girl's got a bone to pick with him even if he doesn't necessarily know her.
what's even more annoying is that she doesn't necessarily know him, so it's a petty annoyance nobara is feeling and that annoys her more, but even still? she's decided he's earned her ire for making it so that she wouldn't be able to explore all kyōto had to offer a countryside girl, an outsider, like her. she's decided that, for his transgression of annoying her, that he must make it up to her.
so, it's in between classroom transitionings where she catches him at the water fountain that she decides on confronting him, a hand on her hip and stamped down annoyance hidden behind tight, pursed lips as she approaches him. she introduces herself as casually as she can muster as a friend and kouhai of maki-san's, to which he replies in kind, he inquires: you're kugisaki-san, right? and it annoys her that he's being formal with her where he doesn't have to be. kugisaki is just fine, no honorifics are needed. he doesn't hear itadori nor fushiguro using them, does he? okkotsu is his own person, though, he'll do what he will.
pride blooms in her chest, though, at her sensei singing praises to his current class. she has been doing somewhat well in her studies, a little better than itadori, even with the cirruculum something she's getting used to. pride blooms in her chest, and — — — no, no, no! she couldn't forget why she had cornered him at the school's water fountain, couldn't forget the annoyance that had festered before pride had even deigned to take root with his honeyed words.
“ hold that thought, okkotsu. i've got a question: did you ever stop to think about the types of students that'd be filtering into gojō-sensei's class this coming year? what different kinds of walks we've taken just to end up in the same place anyway, where we're from? do you even care? ”
❝ oh , that's a hell of a coincidence ! but anyone who's friends with maki - san is a friend of mine . ❞ the special grade quickly forms his lips into a much warmer , welcoming smile as opposed to the serious expression he'd been wearing before when he comes to the understanding that this is a kouhai of his fellow classmate , not to mention probably one of the students gojo - sensei specifically requested he look out for . good luck or coincidence , he's content with the matter , blade settled over his shoulder in a thick black sheath . ❝ okkotsu yuta , maki - san's classmate . and you're kugisaki - san , right ? ❞ as soon as he suspects her offense , he's quick to explain himself ; ❝ gojo - sensei had nothing but good things to say about his new students this year . ❞
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