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The Class - 2k Words

Somehow, but probably because she's the only medical professional on campus, Ieiri Shoko has been saddled with teaching Sex Education to the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers. The one who saddles her with this? None other than Gojo Satoru himself.

Somehow, but probably because she's the only medical professional on campus, Ieiri Shoko has been saddled with teaching Sex Education to the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

The one who saddles her with this? None other than Gojo Satoru himself.

He says it's an order from Yaga, or something. Shoko does not believe this in the slighest. She just thinks he's trying to get out of teaching Sex Ed. He complains about it every year, and it's somewhat impressive he managed to hold out this long. Making Satoru do something he truly doesn't want to do is like trying to move an immovable object.

So, yeah, when Satoru walked up to her and said she had the "privilege of teaching my wonderful students Sex Ed," Shoko had laughed him right out of her office.

Then Yaga fucking emails her about it, so she supposes it probably is a real order. This does not rule out Satoru using his "concern for his students education" to wiggle his way out of teaching the class.

Oh she can picture it now, Satoru bemoaning to Yaga about how bad their Sex Ed program is, and how he's not the right person to teach his beloved students about such an important thing. Couldn't you get Shoko to do it instead? She can't be that busy in the infirmary all day, surely she can spare the time!

(She is that busy, between the infirmary and the morgue. Satrou knows this. Unfortunately, he's also a Special Grade level asshole.

And Shoko has a very long list titled "things to do when Gojo pisses me off," that is not used as much as it should be. She's been very benevolent in that regard. Said list is due to be revisited, for reasons unspecified and wholly unrelated to any new teaching positions.)

The long-suffering sigh and delighted smile Yaga and Satoru give her later that day confirm her suspicions. Satrou used his students to weasel his way out of teaching Sex Ed.

(Briefly, the mad scientist in her thinks about castrating him.......

Mmm, no. Then he'd never turn Infinity off around her. Plus Yaga would turn it into a whole thing. More trouble than it's worth.

Nanami would probably find it a little funny though.

She adds it to the bottom of the list, just in case.)

Though, if Yaga agreed with his scheme, whatever they have for teaching Sex Ed must really be bad.

She considers this as Yaga heads back to his office, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of whatever hell she's about to rain down on Satoru. Yaga normally has no tolerance for Satoru's antics; hasn't since they were fifteen...

That makes her a little scared to know what she's gonna be working with.

Shoko asks what the current Sex Ed curriculum looks like, and Satoru stares at her for a second.

Hm. It's never a good thing when he shuts up.

She follows him as he practically flees to his office, and watches as he rumages through filing cabinets. Which he has to do for about twenty minutes, because Satoru never listens to her when she tells him to organize his lesson plans.

This is a very encouraging start.

The Sex Ed folder Satoru eventually hands her is....bad. Laughably bad. It looks like someone cobbled it together from personal experience and the first page of a Google search. The thought that he's been teaching kids with this thing is scary enough to be a horror movie plot.

"What is this?" She asks, staring down at an.....interesting informational pamphlet. The section on STDS has outdated research within the first few sentances. It looks to be almost as old as Shoko herself, maybe older. She does not want to know how many young Sorcerers have been taught with this phamplet. The number might actually give her a stroke.

"Our Sex Ed curriculum." Satoru says. He doesn't even have the decency to sound a little ashamed. Just smiles at her, because he's a smug bastard who's proud he managed to get out of teached Sex Ed. Shoko is highly considering slipping a mild laxative into his morning coffee.

"It sucks." She says, letting the paper fall to the desk. She feels like she needs to wssh her hands after touching it. "How long have you been using this?"

"Since I started teaching."

"Satoru!"

"It was already there when I got the job!" He raises his hands in surrender, so Shoko doesn't pick up The Phamplet again and whack him. At least he looks a little sheepish about it now. "I thought about updating it, but things got busy, okay!?"

Shoko holds back a sigh. She's gonna have to make an entire curriculum, by herself, from scratch, isn't she? "Is it better than the one we had, at least?"

"You don't remember?" He sounds genuinely suprised by that. Funny, that he thinks little Teenage Rebel Shoko was gonna stay around for a Sex Education class. She already knew about all that by the time they got around to it, courtesy of various medical textbooks that teenagers probably shouldn't be reading.

Shoko smirks. He was probably too lost in Suguru's eyes to notice she wasn't in clasd that day, as per usual. "Skipped to chainsmoke behind the stairs."

"Forgive me for forgetting that detail." Satoru says, rolling his eyes under the blindfold. Rude bastard. "Yaga didn't use the pamphlet, he gave his own explanation."

"I'm sure that was interesting."

"You have no idea." Satoru cringes at the memory, shaking his head. "Hard to look at your teacher the same after he badly explains how condoms work."

"Is that why you stick to the pamphlet?" Shoko asks, trying to imagine it. She then promptly stops trying to imagine it. Teenage her was right to spare them of such trauma.

"Maybe." He mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. And with that, she's throughly embarrassed him about his use of The Phamplet. Good. Her work here is done.

Except no, it's really not. Because now she has to teach Sex Education to Satoru (and presumably Kusakabe's, since they've always been more Satrou's students than his,) little gremlins. Ontop of everything else she already does.

Great. Wonderful. Shoko sure does love her job.

Shoko bids Satoru farewell, and flips him off as she escapes his office. If she stays here any longer, he'll probably try and offload more shit to her. Unfortunately for him, Shoko is suddenly busy with making plans for her newly assigned class as she scurries back down to the morgue.

In the middle of said planning, she makes a mental note to drag the third years into her class too, whenever the two of them get back from suspension. Especially if they got The Phamplet during their first year.

Whenever the third years get back from suspension, huh.

This little teaching stint might drag on for longer than she thought....

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This is how Ieiri Shoko ends up in a classroom, facing seven teenagers who look like they'd rather be anywhere else. She'd also rather be anywhere else, but isn't really bothered about teaching the class that much. Contrary to what all her complaining, mental or otherwise, might suggest. It's more of an inconvenience in her already busy schedule, than anything.

Shoko has no problem with discussing this topic, either casually with of her peers or in a professional manner. Sex is a normal, natural thing your body does. While she's not very enthusiastic about being pulled away from her morgue to teach Sex Ed, she'd rather it be her that teaches the class than Satoru. Or nobody at all. Or, god forbid, the internet.

Having your doctor explain how a condom works is probably gonna be awkward, but these kids are sorcerers. They're strong, they can suck it up. She's got at least fifteen other weird, disgusting rants about the human body she could go on, if doing so would make them feel any better.

(Hearing the guy you spar with weekly explaining sex and condoms probably would've been just as bad, if not worse.

No, it would've been worse. She's seen firsthand how Satoru explains things.)

"So," She says, turning to face her temporary students. There's a big whiteboard behind her, with various colorful chalks along the bottom frame. She'd made Satoru drag it out of storage, and then used his credit card to buy the chalk. If they were making her teach, Shoko was gonna have fun with it. "Sex Ed."

"How much is Satoru paying you to teach this?" Maki asks, hand resting aganist her cheek. She looks like she'd rather be anywhere else right now. Her gaze is longingly fixed out the window, where there's a prefect view of the training field.

She'll be back out there soon enough. Shoko doesn't plan to be away from her morgue any longer than she needs to be.

When did these kids start calling him Satoru? She wonders, picking up a piece of purple chalk. Whatever happened to calling him "Gojo-sensei" and "blindfolded idiot?"

This school really is weird.

"He's not paying me to do this, actually." Shoko says, the beginnings of a scheme already starting to form in her mind. She'll have to thank Maki for such a wonderful idea later. "But he probably should be."

Kugisaki says she should, quote, "get that bag," to which Itadori enthusiastically agrees. And oh, Shoko will be getting that bag all right. Satoru's gonna owe her a lot of dinner dates and a lot of cash when she's done playing health teacher.

Maybe she won't tell him 'till the very last day; really make him think he got away scott free, then pounce. Whatever, she can work out the details of her epic revenge plan later. Maybe consult the list one more time. For now....

"Any questions before we start?" She says, while praying no one has a question at all. Shoko is honestly a little horrified to hear what these kids think sex is. Most of them were probably raised on the internet. Who knows what they've seen.

"Is this gonna be like, only straight people Sex Ed?" Kugisaki asks, without a single hint of shame. And that is...certainly a question to start with. But not one she was unprepared for.

"Kugisaki!" Itadori yelps, sounding scandalized by such vuglar words; like he's a middle schooler or some shit. Fushiguro doesn't even pretend to look mortified by his classmate, simply staring blankly ahead. Presumably his strategy to stay sane throughout the class.

Shoko can't say she blames him for it.

"What!? The Sex Education isn't educating me if I don't get with men!" Kugisaki snaps, flicking Itadori in the arm. He lets out a little ow at that, and Kugisaki calls him a baby.

"Don't be homophobic, Itadori." Panda interjects, sounding genuinely disappointed in his kouhai. Shoko has to stifle a laugh.

Itadori gapes at him, suddenly fighting for his goddamn life. "I'm not!" Panda does not look like he believes him, much to Itadori's chargin.

"Does Miss Ieiri even swing that way?" Okkotsu mutters, more to himself than anything. Unfortunately, he'd decided to sit himself in the front row, so Shoko hears him loud and clear.

"Of course I swing that way." Shoko tsks, amused. Lord, the children are thinking she's straight. She's gotta ask what about her is giving straight girl so she can change it immediately.

She continues with a smile, one that's maybe a bit evil. "Don't worry Kugisaki, this class will cover everything." If they're making Shoko teach this, she's gonna go in depth about it. They're even gonna get a crash course in reproduction and the menstrual cycle. These boys, on the off chance they become father's, are gonna know excatly how their future babies are made or so help her God.

"You know you don't have to be here, right Panda?" She adds, glancing at the cursed corpse again. He's sat in the back row, next to Kugisaki and Inumaki. He is the only one that looks remotely happy to be here.

"I know, but I'm bored." Panda says, far too enthusiastic. "Plus I can translate for Toge!"

Inumaki rolls his eyes and signs what she's pretty sure is fuck you in Panda's direction. Shoko pretends she didn't see that. Maki hides a laugh, badly, in her sleeve. Panda looks between them, bewildered as to why Maki's laughing, and opens his mouth to ask.

Okay. She probably should call the antics off before Inumaki swears at his classmates again. The sooner this class ends, the sooner she can go on lunch.

"Let's get this over with." Shoko sighs, drawing the class' attention back to her. All their heads whip around to face her, either out of a healthy respect for her position or fear. Both work.

She clears her throat, putting on her best teacher voice, and asks: "What do you guys know about sex?" Itadori's hand goes up. Shoko pauses, then adds for good measure: "That isn't from porn." Itadori puts his hand back down.

They're off to a riveting start.

"Uh, consent?" Okkotsu volunteers when no one awsners. He's so awkward about it that Inumaki cringes from the second hand embarrassment. Shoko would be cringing too, if she hadn't been friends with Satoru's annoying ass since she was fifteen.

"Excellent awsner." She nods, then writes consent in big purple text on the whiteboard. Shoko underlines it three times for good measure. "Anyone else?" She turns back to face them, hoping Okkotsu had gotten the ball rolling.

There's another long, awkward pause. No one else bravely speaks up to offer whatever, possibly mortifying, knowledge they have about sex. All the students sit there, quietly, lips absolutely sealed.

Evidently, Okkotsu's question had not gotten the ball rolling. It may have done the opposite, instead.

Shoko holds back another sigh, and mentally runs through the material she'd spent the better part of a week preparing.

This is going to be a long, long class for all of them.

#ron.fic #jjk #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #inumaki toge #panda jjk #maki zenin #yuji itadori #okkotsu yuuta #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #jujutsu #jjk fic #yaga masamichi

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and he's evergreen at seventeen for the last eleven years - 5k Words

The second years are certainly an....interesting bunch. He'll be training with them often, Kento presumes, and doesn't quite know how he feels about that yet. His own classmate, however.... The boy—Haibara—smiles at him again, and Kento feels like he's looking directly at the sun. ——— Less than two years later, hes carrying Haibara's dying body back to the school.

There's only one other person with him in Jujutsu Tech's first year class.

Nanami Kento is not from a sorcerer family. He didn't even known curses and cursed energy existed until a few months ago, when someone from Jujutsu Tech approached him after school one day. He thought all the creatures he saw were nothing more than his imagination, something his brain created to entertain itself during everyday life. He has no idea how being a Sorcerer is really supposed to work, or how such a career is taught. He has no idea what to expect when he walks into that classroom, and can't help the way his hands shake when he slides open the door.

He is certainly not expecting....to have their entire year consist of only two students.

The Sorcerer that had recruited him had said people like them were rare. Maybe Kento should've....believed them a little bit more. Unlike him, they knew what to expect from Sorcerory.

His one and only classmate is another boy, with short brown hair and dressed in his own school uniform. It seems he'd taken up the offer to personalize it, judging by the jacket. He looks up at the sound of the door opening, and offers Kento a wave.

"Hi!" The boy says, smiling at him with big brown eyes. It's a very bright smile. Dazzling, even. For a moment, Kento feels almost transfixed by it. "Guess you're my classmate."

"Hi," Kento responds, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders. The boy seems to be....friendly enough. Maybe they'll get along. "I suppose I am."

He awkwardly shuffles into the room, taking his seat at the only other desk. It feels strange, to be in a classroom with only two desks instead of the ususl twenty something. Very empty. Kento, for all his disinterest in people, doesn't like it.

It's...change. And maybe not the good kind.

The other student and him sit in relative silence for ten minutes, give or take, before a teacher finally walks in.

They're not greeted by Jujutsu Tech's first year teacher, for she's out on a misson today. The second year's teacher, Yaga Masamichi, is there to welcome them to the school instead. Kento thinks that it's a little strange, that missons take such a precedent. Couldn't they have another Sorcerer fill in for her instead? So she could welcome their class properly? Why hinder a new Sorcerer's introduction to the school in such a large way?

In hindsight, it feels like a bit of a prelude to things to come.

(They never get to meet their teacher. She dies on the misson, that day. Yaga steps up to teach them for the rest of the year.)

He gives the two of them a general rundown; how their school lives will look, how training will go, and a brief spiel on how Jujutsu Society works. Neither of them are from Sorcerer families, Yaga mentions, before he explains the basics of how they're society runs. It's okay to be a little clueless about all of this, at the start, he says. Kento isn't quite sure he believes that.

He pays attention to their shotty orientation the best he can. It's a lot to take in, all at once. Kento wonders if he's ready for it. He wonders if his classmates feels just as underprepared as he does.

He casts a glance at the boy, studies his face. Kento can't tell if they feel the same just by looking at him, unfortunately for his nerves. And he certainly won't be asking him, either. Kento has never been one to air his worries openly. Jujutsu Society will not change this.

He fears it will only make it worse.

(His classmate has a pretty face. Something to dwell on later, after he's been settled in.

Not the worst thing to stare at when your bored in class...)

Turns out, Yaga being the one to welcome them only gives his actual students more incentive to intervene.

Twenty minutes into their scrapped together orientation and during something about Jujutsu politics, of all things, Yaga's speech is cut off by the classroom door swinging open, and a cheery "Suprise!" ringing throughout the room.

Three of their upperclassmen stride in like they own the place, a girl flanked by two guys who are much taller than her. She looks extra small, between them. Kento decides to keep any comments about their heights to himself. He doesn't want to be rude.

He's somewhat suprised when more students don't trail in after the others. Three second years and two first years, numbers that are nowhere near filling up the class. Jujutsu Sorcerers must really be rare, then.

The boy who'd announced their entrance is tall, with (naturally?) white hair and a certain air about him. Kento can just tell he's gonna be a pain in the ass by looking at him. He's also wearing sunglasses indoors, for some strange reason.

Next to him is another boy, with raven black hair and the baggest pants Kento's ever seen. His hair is up in a bun, other than the weird bang hanging over his forehead. Kento likes his gauges.

Their third and final upperclassmen is the girl, who seems to naturally fall in the middle of her classmates. Her hair is styled in a bob, and she wears a neutral expression at her friend's(?) antics. Kento fears she might be the only other sane person here.

Yaga turns his head towards the newcomers, unsuprised. He looks only mildly irritated at the intrusion, like these students pull stunts like this often. "What are you three doing here?"

"We just missed our sensei. Is that so bad?" One of the boys says—the one with the weird bangs says. The smile he flashes his sensei is a sweet one, saccharine. Even can Kento tell it's not genuine.

"Cut the bullshit, Suguru." Yaga fires back, and Suguru's (is that his family name? Or is given one?) smile of faux innocence crumbles. It twists into a mischievous grin instead, and he snickers. It's certainly a unique first impression of him, for Kento and the other boy. Not that Suguru cares much for a good first impression.

He swears at his students? Kento thinks. Jujutsu Sorcerers really are weird.

"Yeah Suguru, cut the bu-" His classmate—weird glasses guy—starts, before getting smacked in the head. He lets out a small ow! and doesn't do much else about the assault. The girl between them look entirely unphased by her classmates sudden violence.

"You're not making a very good impression on the first years." Yaga huffs, nodding towards Kento and the boy next to him. He's right. They're not. Kento's already making plans to stay as far away from these people as possible, so he can live his school life in peace.

"Did you really expect us too?" Suguru raises an eyebrow, amsued by the idea. The girl beside them even seems to find the idea funny, hiding a giggle in her sleeve.

Yaga sighs. It sounds like he does that a lot in regards to these three. "I expected a bit more effort."

"Lower your expectations, old man." Glasses guy chimes in, grinning obnoxiously. Kento's initial assumption was right. That guy is a gigantic pain in the ass to deal with. He sends a small prayer out for Yaga and his sanity, if any still remains.

While her friends(?) are busy harassing their teacher, the girl takes an interest in her new kouhai. She strides over to their desks, unbothered by the commotion in the background. She looks bored by it, even.

"Yo," She says, nonchalant. There's a pair of cigarettes hidden badly in her skirt pocket. The sight reminds Kento of his grandfather. "What's up?"

"Hello." Kento says. He likes her better than the other two already. She's calm, not as loud, and apparently not prone to beating her classmates up.

"Hi!" The other first year says, strangely enthusiastic. He was like that when he greeted Kento too. Exicted. Sort of like a puppy.

"Ieiri Shoko." She introduces herself with nothing but a name. Kento wonders if she's from one of those Sorcerer families Yaga told them about. "You two?"

"Nanami Kento." He says. Kento's been introducing himself the same exact way since elementary school. His mother always said it made him sound too formal for a young man.

"I'm Haibara Yu!" The boy next to him says. Belatedly, Kento realizes the two of them probably should've done introductions already.

"Awesome. Either of you smoke?"

Kento and Haibara both respond with an awkward no, glancing between themselves. Kento grew up around a smoker, and can't see himself picking up the habit. Haibara doesn't seem like the type, either.

"Aw damn. Was hoping for a new smoking buddy." Ieiri huffs. It's hard to tell if she's actually disappointed or not. He wonders what happened to the last one.

"Uh, what's up with those two?" Haibara asks, pointing over her shoulder. Her classmates are still annoying their teacher behind her. Yaga looks like he's going to pop a blood vessel.

"Oh, those two idiots." Ieiri doesn't even turn her head, pointing her thumb at each bky to introduce them. "Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. They're annoying as hell."

Kento raises an eyebrow. "Are you....friends with them?"

"Regrettably." She sighs. Her hand fidgets at her side, like she's itching for a smoke.

Apparently, Yaga has now been thoroughly harassed. Which means it's time for the duo of terror to make their way across the room, and bother everyone else.

"Thought I heard my name over here." Geto says as he walks over, glancing between the three of them. His other classmate follows right behind him, obnoxious glance still plastered across his face.

"Did you do introductions for us, Sho? How sweet!" Gojo throws an arm around Ieiri's shoulders, bending down to do so. Kento wonders if the height difference ever annoys her.

"It was easier than letting you two do it yourselves." Ieiri shoves his arm off her with an eyeroll. Her fingers itch to grab her cigarettes once again.

Geto offers them a polite hello, a kind smile stretches across his face. Unlike the false one he'd given Yaga earlier, this one was real. "You two already know our names. We'd like to know yours as well."

"Nanami Kento." He says, same way he'd introduced himself before. Formal, impersonal, the way Kento believes introductions should go.

"Uh, Haibara Yu." Haibara's introduction is less cheerful this time. Maybe he's intimidated by their upperclassmen. Kento wouldn't blame him. Gojo and Geto are quite....menacing.

Yaga clears his throat, successfully shifting all five students' attention back to him. "No one awsnered me, so I'll repeat myself: why are you three in here?" The question is directed at the three intruders, two of which where supposed to be at the training field and the other who was supposed to be in the infirmary.

"We wanted to throw a welcome party for our new kouhai!" Gojo exclaims, throwing an arm around Haibara's shoulder. Great. He's a pain in the ass with no sense of personal space. At least Haibara doesn't seem too bothered by it.

"Satoru wanted to throw a welcome party." Ieiri corrects, and Gojo honest to God pouts at her. Geto mutters something under his breath about this being a group effort, and how she'd bought the party hats. Ieiri does not dignify that with a response.

Yaga does not say anything for a minute, looking over the five of them slowly. Then he sighs, running a hand over his face. The second years have gotten their victory once again. "At least let me finish orientation first."

Gojo lets out a loud whoop, jostling Haibara as he does a little victory cheer. He says this'll be the best welcome party they've ever had to anything ever, or they can have his money back. Kento almost opens his mouth to say that they haven't paid him any money, but then thinks better of it.

The second years are certainly an....interesting bunch. He'll be training with them often, Kento presumes, and doesn't quite know how he feels about that yet.

His own classmate, however....

The boy—Haibara—smiles at him again, and Kento feels like he's looking directly at the sun.

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Less than two years later, hes carrying Haibara's dying body back to the school.

Kento's the one who cradles Haibara, what's left of him, in his arms. He drags both of them away from the curse, stumbling and bleeding back the way they came. He doesn't stop, even when his lungs burn and the cuts on his body are screaming in pain.

He can't even care that the misson was left incomplete. Not with his friend dying in his arms.

When he gets in the car, the auxiliary manager doesn't say anything. And if they do, Kento doesn't hear it. They simply speed back towards Jujutsu High, and Kento feels Haibara grow slowly colder under him.

Kento's the one who drags Haibara's body halfway across campus, beelining for the morgue. Or the infirmary. Whichever building he catches sight of first. Ieiri's bound to he in there, and he needs Ieiri. They need Ieiri.

The only one to see them is Geto. Gojo's gone on his own missons, and he doesn’t know where Ieiri is. She should be here, but she isn't. It doesn't matter, not much, because Haibara's already dead.

His body is so cold in his arms. Kento can't tell if he died at the school, or ten minutes ago in the car. Maybe he died when the curse got him and Kento's been holding a corpse this whole time. He doesn't know. He doesn't care either.

He just needs to get Haibara home.

Geto finds him stumbling around the school, eventually. He's saying something, Kento thinks. He's not really hearing his upperclassman's words. He's not hearing much of anything, really. Nothing much other than the ringing in his ears and Haibara's dying screams.

Geto leads him the rest of the way to the morgue, hand on Kento's shoulder. It's not the steady hand that Geto wants it to be, because he's shaking. Kento's eyes are unfocused, fixed on the path ahead. Geto's are glued at Haibara's bloody form. Their bodies carry them to the morgue on muscle memory and not much else.

Geto ushers him into the morgue quietly, taking the body from him. Kento doesn't even realize he's done so, until he's standing in the room empty handed. Everything's starting to blur together, now. The blood feels sticky aganist his skin.

Haibara's body is set down on a table, gently. Kento throws a chair across the room, and watches one of the metal legs bend from the impact. He feels nothing.A chair is held out for him, and Kento feels himself fall into it. The plastic is cold under him, the whole morgue is cold.

Haibara was cold, too.

Kento leans back, hiding his face with an arm, and tries to get the image of his friends dead body out of his mind.No matter what he does, the image won't leave him. Like it's been seared to the back of his eyelids for the rest of time.

Geto's words finally register in his head. Apparently he's been talking. Kento murmurs something about giving all their missons to Gojo. He doesn't really mean what he's saying. He wouldn't even remember saying it, if you asked him after the fact. It's all just a blur.

Geto doesn't say a lot, after that. Kento doesn't either.

The morgue is as silent as it is cold, when the two of them finally shamble outside. Kento leaves his best friend behind, covered in a sheet, and with Geto's shaking hand once again on his shoulder.

He can't bring himself to look back.

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Kento glances over at Haibara, shy. The other boy is next to him, eyes closed as he faces the ceiling. A look of content is spread across his face, accompanied by a soft smile. Kento can't help but try to commit the face of a happy Haibara to memory, warmth starting to bubble up in his chest.

They're laying in Kento's room, both of them spread out on the bed. A pair of ear buds is spread between them, shared. Haibara had wanted to listen to Kento's new CD, a new American album. And who would he be to say no?

His friend seems to be enjoying the music, even if he can't understand what they're saying. Kento knows a bit of English, but nothing substantial. He knows just enough to recognize a word here and there. He'll have to look up translations for the lyrics later.

His friend hums along with the music, eyes opening slowly. He's pretty, very much so. Kento could probably stare at Haibara for hours and never get bored.

(His friends eyes find his, and Kento feels his heart skip a beat. He does everytime.)

Haibara smiles at him, and Kento feels like he's looking at pure sunshine itself. He always feels like that when Haibara smiles; like the clouds have parted and sun is shining directly on him.It's a wonderful feeling.

Haibara laces their fingers together softly, and talks about maybe going to see a movie or something together, after training tomorrow. Kento agrees. He always does, when Haibata suggests something.

Their upperclassmen have noted that they're practically attached at the hip, but Kento doesn't mind. He'd even go as far as to say he prefers it. Haibara's his best friend, and Kento is his.

He wouldn't have it any other way. ___________________________________

Everytime he closes his eyes, Haibara's face there.

Cold. Lifeless. Dead. Stained with blood.

It's in all his nightmares, too. Whenever he has them. Most days Kento dreams of nothing at all, falling into an exhausted slumber after eight grueling hours at the office.

It's been five years, maybe six. Kento isn't even a Sorcerer anymore, but the image still haunts him. It was burned into his retinas the day it happened, and will stay there until he stops breathing, too. Almost like a permanent fixture of him, a new organ he needs to survive.

He dreams of that day, sometimes. Of curses and blood and Haibara falling apart infront of him. The mornings after are the only time he ever considers calling in sick.

He never does.

Kento goes about his day as normal, and pointedly ignores the only day circled red in his calendar. He does his job as instructed, like everyday, and pointedly ignores his co-workers non work related questions. He does not look "more sad than usual," and if he does, that's none of their buisness.

That is between Kento, and the grave he will visit as soon as the work day ends. ___________________________________

Haibara kisses him for the first time after training, one day. It's a very gentle moment. One of their last. Kento learns to cherish the memory.

They had taken a small break for their weekly training with Yaga to go grab drinks, both boys sweaty and aching from fighting their teachers cursed corpses. Haibara had chatted all the way over, as he often did. Kento, as usual, was content to simply listen and chime in when he felt like it.

"Nanami?" Haibara pipes up after a lull in conversation, stopping a few steps away from the drinks machine. He sounds slightly nervous.

"Yes?" He asks, stopping beside him. The machine seems to be fresh out of his favorite drink. Damn.

"You're like, really awesome. You know that?" Haibara says, sheepish. He rubs the back of his head, then firmly fixes his gaze to the floor.

Kento pauses, a little caught off guard. "...What brought this on?" He feels his face start to heat up slowly, tips of his ears turning red. Because it's hot out, obviously. Not because his best friend gave him a compliment.

Haibara shrugs. His gaze stays fixed on the ground. "I dunno, was just thinking about it during training."

"Oh." Kento says, forcing himself to look at the vending machines again. Then, quieter, he adds, "Thank you."

"'Course." Haibara mumbles, punching in the code for both their drinks. He sees they're out of Kento's favorite, and gets his second favorite without even asking.

It's remarkably sweet.

"I think you're cool, too." Kento admits, watching as his drink almost gets stuck in the machine. He drums his fingers against his pants leg, anxiously, when Haibara takes a minute to respond.

This feels like something more than just a compliment. Different. Bigger, somehow.

"Yeah?" Kento glances over, and finds that Haibara is blushing.

It certainly is hot out, today.

"Yeah," He confirms, knocking their shoulders together. The touch feels like fire aganist his skin. "the coolest."

Next thing Kento knows, Haibara's leaning in, gaze fixed downwards. And Kento, while not expecting it, certainly isn't pulling away.

Haibara bumps their noses together, hand slowly finding one of Kento's own. He's hesitant, scared of him pulling away.

Kento meets him halfway, and smiles into the kiss.

Haibara cups his face with an free hand, pushing his bangs back slightly. Kento smiles wider at the action, and draws him into another kiss. He tastes like the sunshine and the yogurt they snag for breakfast every morning.

They pull away from each other slowly, not wanting the moment to end. Kento bumps their foreheads together, he wants to stay close. They're still holding hands.

Haibara laughs, soft, and kisses him for a third time. It's barely a peck on the lips, but Kento relishes in it just the same.

Yaga's voice comes from further along, calling them back to the training field. He's not close, but he will be soon. Neither of them want to be caught canoodling by the vending machines.

Both of them scramble away from each other, giggling. Haibara grabs their forgotten drinks from the machine, and scrambles to meet their teacher. Kento follows behind him, chasing the sound of Haibara's laughter and adding in his own.

Yaga asks why both of them are so giggly when they get back. The two of them just smile at each other. It's nothing to worry about, Haibara says, a knowing gleam in his eyes. Kento feels pink start to color his cheeks.

Yaga just sighs, and tells them to get back to training. If they're suspiciously more energized then before, he doesn't comment on it.

Tomorrow they will get a misson. A miss-classified one that will cost Kento everything.

Tomorrow, he'll walk by the vending machines covered in his best friends blood. Today, they share a kiss beside it.

Tomorrow, everything ends. ___________________________________

The anniversary of Haibara's death comes around, like it does every year.

Kento, now a sorcerer again, finds himself in Jujutsu High's sad excuse for a graveyard. It's where he finds himself on this day every year, after work, as the sun is starting to set.

Haibara had died at sunset. It only seems right to visit him then.

He brings a bouquet with him, like he does every year. The flowers change each time, and every assortment has a different meaning. Kento thinks carefully on what he wants to tell Haibara every year, and researches flowers accordingly.

His local flowershop has learned to expect him once a year, every September. They never ask what he purchases the flowers for, maybe out of politeness. Maybe they've figured it out. Kento wouldn't answer them if they asked.

The first year it was purple hyacinths. He had only been seventeen, then, a bouquet held in his shaking hands. Yet he'd still researched the flowers the day before, swallowing down a lump in his throat. He did not cry when he bought the flowers, and he did not cry when he visited the grave. Haibara would not want to see him cry.

Purple hyacinths symbolize grief. Sorrow. You offer them to someone when you're asking for forgiveness. They had been perfect, that first year.

I'm sorry. I couldn't save you. I'm sorry. He tried to tell Haibara that message through the flowers, setting them on his grave. It was the first message of almost eleven, now. He hopes Haibara's been getting them, wherever he may be.

On the fifth anniversary of Haibara's death, Kento had dragged himself to the school after his office job. A bouquet of red tulips and carnations had been in his hands. I love you. I miss you. Is the message he'd been trying to convey. He had been exhausted from work, whenever he researched their meanings. He still fears he may have gotten them wrong.

The year before, Kento had not so much as dragged himself to the graveyard, but moee of quietly found himself drawn to it. An assortment of pansys had been clutched in his hands. I think of you always was the message he was aiming for that year.

He truly does think of Haibara all the time, sees him in all the little things. It's not often he'll acknowledge it, though. He can't afford to be sad when fighting curses.

He sees no point in thinking on all the other arrangements he's brought to this grave. The first, the fifth, and the last will do for now.

He always wonders if Haibara found the gesture sweet or not. He did always get embarrassed when people went out of their way to give him gifts.

When Kento gets there, there's already a small bouquet. An assortment of yellow peonies, Haibara's favorite flower, with a small note attached.

It seems Ieiri has been here already.

She always leaves a bouquet and a message. Part of Kento is always curious to know what she writes to their late classmate.

It's a secret he's not supposed to have, one for only Ieiri's eyes and Haibara's soul to bear. He never looks.

Next to it, there's Haibara's favorite drink. A gift from Gojo. Unlike Ieiri, The Stronget's gift changes every year. Last year it had been a bag of Haibara's favorite candy. The year before that, it had been a keychain of a mascot Haibara had liked. Once it had even been a cool rock he'd found, because he knew Haibara would've liked it.

Gojo's love language remains the same, even in death. Ieiri's gets a bit kinder. She doesn't bring anyone still breathing flowers or heartfelt letters.

Kento wonders how his own changes in the face a death, but decides it doesn't matter too much. All that matters is that he remembers, and that he mourns.

He places his own flowers next to Gojo's offering, careful not to knock the can over. Ieiri always arranged her gifts prettier than he did, the flowers rested nicely aganist the headstone. Gojo places his gifts down like he's in a hurry to go somewhere. Or, like he's running from something.

They always leave the space in the middle for Kento's gift. He tries not to think about that detail too hard, and fails every time.

(Distantly, as he does ever year, he wonders if Geto ever comes to visit. Wonders what Geto would bring and where he would set his own gifts.

Geto is gone. He's been gone for almost as long as Yu has. None of that matters anymore.)

Haibara's grave is the only one with anything on it. It always is. This never escapes Kento's notice.

Unfortunately, it is just how being a Sorcerer goes. He does not know any other grave well enough to pay a respectful visit. It is not his fault the headstones are lonely, he did not leave his loved one alone in the dirt.

(Sometimes, it feels like it is.)

This years flowers are lilacs. Kento had asked the florist for the best ones they had, and payed more than his usual amount for the bouquet. It's a special arrangement he's had in his mind for quite a while. He wanted to give in it on an important date.

The tenth anniversary of their separation feels appropriate enough.

The flowers this year mean first love. Kento's been waiting quite a while to get that one off his chest.

"Hello, Yu." He murmurs, crouching by the grave. He takes care not to disturb anything, placing himself a respectful distance away. It is disrespectful to step on someones grave, after all. "There's a lot you missed this year."

Kento takes a deep breath, then begins to tell Haibara Yu everything he's missed since they last spoke. Once again, he's missed quite a lot. ___________________________________

Kento Nanami only has a single request for when he is killed in action.

There's no will written anywhere, no legal documents set up. There's nothing, no instructions for what to do upon his death, except for a single thing.

It's his only long standing request. He made it back in his second year, and he made it again when he returned to Sorcoery. It's the one request he'd ever made of Ieiri Shoko, before and after life had fucked them over.

He tells it to Shoko, because logically she's going to outlive him. She laughs, humorless, when he tells her this and says well, it's lucky we're friends then, huh?

(Nanami also says it's because he trusts her, and Shoko doesn't quite know how to respond to that. So she doesn't, and lights a cigarette instead.)

His one request?

Bury me next to Haibara Yu.

And so Shoko does.

Well, she buries what's left of him. What they could recover from Shibuya.

Normally, a sorcerer would be cremated to prevent any funny buisness with their corpse (a step they'd unfortunately skipped with one Geto Suguru), a headstone would be set out in their honor, and the family (if they had any) would be given the ashes to do what they please with.

There isn't enough left of Nanami to burn.

She doesn't know what they tell his mother, just knows they can't send her the lower half of her son. They normally don't send bodies back, when people die like this.

It wouldn't do the poor woman any good to see how horribly her died, anyways. Best to let her believe that, in the chaos of Shibuya and everything after, his corpse was never found.

Though maybe for some people, not knowing is worse. Shoko knows it would be, for her.

But she's not Nanami's mother, and has no say on what the people above her do with bodies. (Even if she's the one that handles 'em all.) So she let's it slide, and gets to work on a funeral of her own.

(Not like she wanted to send Nanami's legs to his poor mother, either. But she's sensitive about the whole thing. Probably because it's Nanami.

She reaches for a drink instead of continuing that train of thought. She's always far too sober for her liking, in the weeks following Shinjuku. Nanami Kento is not the only reason.)

Shoko buries him by herself, because Satoru's not here to join her. Not anymore. She'd appreciate it if he was. It would certainly make digging a six foot hole a lot easier.

(All four of their headstones are in a row, due to Nanami's request and a few of her own. Shoko does not look at the rest of them. Thia time, she keeps her gaze on Nanami's, and his alone. Today is for him. The rest have already had their burial days.

She's already reserved a fifth one next to them. Made Okkotsu promise to put her there when the time came, or else she'd haunt the shit out of him. He'd laughed a little awkwardly when she'd said it, but he'd agreed. Knew she was serious about the haunting thing, too. Shoko would invent the concept of ghosts themselves if it meant following through on her threat.)

Nanami, as requested, is buried next to Haibara. Suguru's headtsone on Haibara's other side, because the kid had always looked up to him so damn much. Satoru, naturally, had his headstone placed on Suguru's free side. There is nowhere else for him to possibly be.

The last two were requests Shoko made herself, when the subject of bodies came up. No stupid Clan was gonna come in and take Satoru's remains. And no one was gonna take Suguru's away from her either. They were hers, to do what she'd pleased with them.

Okkotsu being the new Gojo Clan head had certainly helped with that decision.

(Shoko will have her own headstone scattered next to Satrou. She's instructed Okkotsu to scatter all their ashes as well, when she passes. He asked if she wanted them to be scattered anywhere specific.

She'd told him an Okinawa beach, if he can manage it.)

Somewhere up the hill, Yaga also has a headstone. She'll have to pay the old man a visit next time she comes out here. Put a gift next to Panda's, maybe.

Speaking of gifts.

When Shoko finshes burying Nanami, the sun is setting. Orange and gold rays fall over the graveyard, shining behind the headstones. The sight is very pretty. She's sure Nanami would like it.

She hopes he like the bouquets she got as well.

Shoko normally doesn't put much thought in her flower arrangements, beyond getting someone's favorite flower or color. But Nanami always put so much thought into his. It would feel rude to to place hastily bought flowers on his grave.

Shoko's bouquet for Nanami has two types of flowers woven together. The first were zinnias, for endurance and lasting affection. The second was chrysanthemums, for loyalty. Both of them mean a long lasting friendship.

It feels like everything she wants to say is in these flowers. It feels like the flowers can never describe the things she wants to tell him.

Nanami is not here to talk to her anymore. Life is not fair. The flowers will have to tell him whatever they can.

She puts the flowers by his grave, and replaces the ones next to Haibara's. The same yellow peonies that she's been bringing for eleven years now. Haibara's favorite.

They look nice next to Nanami's.

"Bye boys," She says, as the last rays of light start to fade. It's the closest any of them have ever seen her to tears. "I'll be back soon. Promise."

Ieiri Shoko swallows down the lump in her throat, and heads back towards the school.

She is the only person in her Jujutsu Tech class.

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