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being a sorcerer meant risking life and limb,⠀⠀it meant putting yourself second and dedicating all that you could — all that you were able in jujutsu society, your aptitude for exorcising curses — in service of keeping innocents safe from what went bump in the night ( usually, the dreadful manifestations of their own makings, their fears: what haunts them ) and that's who she was. a student / a sorcerer. existent duality of a girl.⠀⠀more recently,⠀⠀she'd found herself walking to the med wing of tōkyō jujutsu tech, gojō-sensei making it somwhat clear in the eccentric way that he spoke: that her individualized training in regards of effectively targeting the souls of slightly grade-high curses wouldn't be able to be pulled off without an effigy that wasn't made of straw. it made sense to her.⠀⠀even making her 人形 took crucial amounts of time and there was no obāsan to trail after as if she was a little kid⠀⠀( to watch with a keen eye ),⠀⠀to show her the proper way physically,⠀⠀to fix her screw ups.⠀⠀nobara was on her own.
so in this, she understood why gojō-sensei just didn't have her construct a large enough doll. making them took time, something she didn't have, wasn't necessarily afforded to her as their enemies grew stronger. there was a restlessness to gojō-sensei, a carefully crafted methodology to his actions that nobara found somewhat puzzling to decipher. still, this is what she signed up for. this is what she wants to see through. still, though, she makes her way until she crosses the door's threshold of ieiri-san's office and is greeted by a completely different voice, hall pass and request jotted down on a note held in ever-delicate hands.
“ oh, hi. yeah, that's me. ”⠀⠀she confirms her identity,⠀⠀interest slightly piqued at the sight of the other girl.⠀⠀somewhere she's heard that they'd be getting a slight, more influx of students⠀⠀—⠀⠀this had to be one of them,⠀⠀and she vaguely remembers ieiri-san mentioning that there was an incoming first-year who was to be studying under her in learning reverse technique.⠀⠀this had to have been her. “ it's nice to meet you too, did you dye your hair? it's a nice shade of auburn. ”
❛ oh! hello. it’s … Kugisaki - san, right? ❜ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 until now, the girl nearly trips on her feet from the sudden entrance in the doctor’s office, a space she’s been organizing for the past couple minutes for said doctor who, coincidentally, is not there at the moment. not recognizing who ʚ @waraningyo ɞ is right away, Orihime quickly pieces bits of information together and greets her fellow classmate with a smile. with a trained eye, she quickly scans for any visible injuries and relaxes when she finds none. from what she’s heard between auntie and Gojō, the incoming students are an interesting bunch ━━━ she supposes that includes herself as well, but she hasn’t exactly been able to show that to the others yet… auntie promised it’d be soon, though. ❛ if you’re looking for Miss Shōko, i sent her away for a nap after lunch. so i’m sort of in charge here, for the moment. um, i’m Inoue Orihime, the other first year. it’s nice to meet you! ❜ there’s a short but polite bow from her, long hair flowing down her shoulder in a cascade of orange. the white lab coat is fitted to her size, shorter than the one auntie wears, and a pair of blue hair clips are attached to the left collar, glinting in the fluorescent lights. ❛ please feel free to ask for anything, i’ll do my best! ❜