∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩ ♡ — chapter one
"sensei"

      "WHAT A SHITTY TRAIN RIDE."

      Shitty doesn't even begin to describe how absolutely terrible the train ride she had taken from her hometown to Tokyo was. The bigger man who smelled of fish that decided resting his swollen arms on her armrest was a good idea, the child that was crying and moaning as if he was near death himself — along with the neglectful mother who hardly made an attempt at silencing her child for the pleasure of everyone else on the train.

      The red-haired girl cracked her neck off to the right, then directly to the left — both were followed by simultaneous pops of her bones positioning better. The stretch made her neck feel better, but her body still seemed to be riddled in aches from the long and almost vengeful train ride.

As she aimlessly followed the bodies of humans exiting the train, she noticed more and more light flooding her vision. When she finally took a step off the train, her vision was almost blurred from how bright the sun was. The ginger-haired girl raised an arm to cover her eyes from the harsh sunlight, but after giving her a second to adjust — the scenery was appearing in her vision in bits and pieces until her whole vision came back to life.

She was standing on a metal platform that was located right on the outskirts of downtown Tokyo. And it seemed to hit her all at once — that she was really doing this. That she really came here.

Tokyo.

Being in a huge city that considered the traits that follow along with Tokyo was never apart of Hiyori Hinata's plans. At least, not until the last year happened.

Even though she was taking in one of the most beautiful sights she had surely seen in her entire life — her pale face was seemingly void of all emotion. Believe it or not, but she somehow seemed more pale than she had ever been in her entire life. Her light colored pink lips were drawn out, not tipping upwards or downwards on her expression. The red colored locks of hair were slightly wavy, moreso in the wind, reached well below her shoulders and towards the middle of her back. Her violet eyes were staring down the distance, absorbing every single aspect of the city. Her figure had changed in the last year, due to training — once again, something she would have never considered important to her life.

Hiyori's waist had skimmed down a few inches during this time period, which somehow made her breasts even more prominent. Her once weakly shaped arms had budges in certain areas, where growths of muscles had formed and were still developing. She even thought her butt was getting bigger from the countless "drop fires" her sensei had devoured into her brain.

She was an utterly different woman than she was a year ago — sometimes Hiyori doesn't even believe what glances back at her through the mirror.

It's like staring at a ghost.

Hiyori shook whatever feelings were creeping from down in her chest, instead trying to enjoy the scenery. The dozens of tree's she could only see the tops of swaying in the distance, the hundreds of buildings that littered the land — apartments, houses, businesses, corporations. The amount of people is what took Hiyori off guard, she didn't think she had ever seen so many people in one area before.

      The young woman trying to take in the area while simultaneously dragging her wheeled suitcase behind her started to struggle a bit in the crowd of exiting people — so she averted her eyes to stop the gaze on the scenery and instead focus on not getting lost in the large amount of humans bumping into her left and right.

       Her set of bright violet eyes fell to the ground she was walking before her, and she mentally was trying to remember the names that she would shortly meet. If there's one thing Hiyori can never do — it's remember names. Faces, she gets. She could get a sliver of a view of someone, and be able to immediately recognize them. Even if it were years ago, she would simply never forget.

      Unbeknownst to Hiyori, the four people waiting for her train to arrive already had eyes on her from the distance.

      But the most captivated set of eyes — belonged to Satoru Gojo.

      The white-haired man could be spotted with ease through the crowd of distracted people. His spikes carelessly styled, mostly from the black blindfold he had wrapped around his eyes and forehead. Covering his bright blue eyes was the main agenda, but it was equally as nice that it also kept his hair from around his face.

      Gojo tilted his head off to the side as he was almost immediately able to identify the new first year for Jujutsu College. When principal Masamichi presented the photo of the new student, Gojo hardly looked at it for more than a second. He had waved off the printed picture, his eyes fluttering elsewhere. Masamichi scolded him instantly for not portraying enough attention to his future students, but Gojo stopped listening after word one.

It wasn't that he didn't care, he was able to recognize the woman in the photo in an instant — from almost year ago. The image of the woman rarely left his mind from that time.

A faint smile was traced along the lips of Gojo, and he turned to the fellow first years he would be gruelingly training for however long it took for them to become powerful sorcerers.

Well, no way in hell would they become stronger than him — of course. They could dream, though.

Yuji Itadori had excitement bubbling on his face, his hands clamped up into fists in front of his chest that were enthralled with the idea of making another friend. Nobara Kugisaki wasn't nearly as intoxicated with the new girl as Yuji, her face still showed interest. Perhaps, it was the fact that she would no longer be the only female of her class. And lastly, Megumi Fushiguro, had absolutely no emotion scorn on his face at first glance of the red-haired girl.

However, showing no emotion was not out of the normal for Fushiguro.

"Everyone, there's your new first year classmate."

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

"I tend to forget names."

The names were listed off one after another as Hiyori Hinata placed an index finger under her chin in heavy thought. Her dark red colored brows were knitted in concentration, staring down the three other people that she would now know to be her first year classmates.

She learned Kugisaki when the younger woman complimented her shirt — the brown locks of hair and chocolate-like eyes came into her vision. Then, Yuji. The pink-haired boy had jumped forward as soon as Kugisaki barely let her name escape from her lips. Yuji stuck out his arm and flung it right in front of Hiyori's chest, his eyes were squeezed closed — his back unusually positioned way too straight.

"YUJI ITADORI. NICE TO MEET YOU!"

The young boy's voice echoed out, and the sounded firm, yet cheerful, and most importantly, excited. Unknowingly, a warm smile traced over Hiyori's face — and her eyes started to widen as she got a better glimpse of the boy now that he was closer.

"Yuji!" The red-haired girl exclaimed, and she bounced forward to squeeze the boy into a tight hug. Now, Yuji was completely taken aback from the action from his new classmate, but her voice sounded all too familiar to pass as coincidence.

Now, it was Yuji's turn for his eyes to widen practically into saucers, and the stray arms by his sides immediately wrapped around the shoulders of Hiyori. A few chuckles escaped their lips, departing after their bear hug came to a conclusion.

"Yori!" Yuji declared, the nickname came flooding back to his memories in an instant. Even though she had grown into an exceptionally beautiful woman, Yuji was hardly even taking in the fact she had changed that much. All he saw right now was twelve-year-old hilarious and sarcastic Hiyori Hinata. "It's been so long."

"How could I forget my childhood best friend," Hiyori complimented, her cheeks warm from the previous hug. It was now her turn to take in the grown-up Yuji Itadori. A smirk climbed its way onto her face as she teased, "You're taller than me now, wow."

Even though Yuji was only two inches taller than her, tops, she still reached forward to rub his pink shaded hair. It was fluffy, and messy once her fingers parted with it. It was odd to have to glance up to make eye contact with him, she could only remember the eleven-year-old entertaining and cheerful Yuji Itadori that lived next door.

The three others present — Kugisaki, Fushiguro, and Gojo, all had blank, confused expressions written on their faces. Did this mean they knew each other? They seemed all too familiar to otherwise not.

"Childhood best friend?" Fushiguro questioned, simply raising one crooked eyebrow.

"Taller than you?" Kugisaki added, and there was a slight teasing tone to her statement. She loved imagining a shorter-than-her Yuji, how much easier it would be to punch him properly. "I need pictures for proof."

Hiyori laughed, unwillingly. It almost felt odd for the noise to escape her system — she questioned when the last time she had genuinely laughed. But pushed those feelings off to the side in an attempt at not ruining her moment.

"It's nice to meet you guys, I'm Hiyori Hinata," she extended her hand out to Fushiguro first, mostly because he was the closest to her own body.

"Megumi Fushiguro," the man replied, there wasn't much emotion written in his monotone littered voice. He also extended his hand, the two first year students only shook hands for a moment.

Hiyori's eyes barely had a second to glance over to Kugisaki, to politely introduce herself after the interruption of accidentally meeting Yuji after so many years apart — but she was interrupted.

"And I'm Satoru Gojo."

Hiyori hadn't even seemed to pay attention to the white-haired man who was actually standing behind her three classmates. What had really gained her attention, was the black blindfold that was seemingly wrapped around half his face — his eyes were hidden away, a bit of his nose. The man was fairly taller than herself, at least a good six or seven inches he had on her. Which she only seemed to begin to realize when he had taken a few more steps forward. He appeared a couple of years older than herself, his sharp jawline and sculpted body gave that much.

A broad smile was covering his face, he lifted a hand to place it lowly on his hips. An almost black outfit, long sleeved shirt along with black slacks. Even through the somewhat loose shirt, the outline of the muscles scattering his arms was most definitely still prominent.

She never forgot a face, but that didn't always mean she remembered from where. But his presence was awfully familiar, something started to prick at her stomach.

"Hiyori," the ginger-haired girl stated, but she wasn't nearly as booming with emotion as before. If there was something Hiyori hated most, was being interrupted — especially by a man. "You're a first-year, too?"

The entire group of people, excluding Hiyori herself, bursted into laughter. However, the white-haired man seemed to find it the most amusing. He had gripped his stomach from how much laughter was escaping his system, his body bend over forward.

A small blush of red crossed over Hiyori's face, Yuji seemed to be able to to decipher her embarrassment first, "Gojo-sensei is, like, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer there is."

Her eyes switched from reading those of Yuji's, over to Gojo, who had seemed to recover from his fit of laughter rather quickly. But an almost taunting smile remained on his face. Hiyori's eyes squinted in disdain, yet another thing she hated — being laughed at. So far, this guy really had a knack at being able to already hinder her average impression of him.

Wait, had he said Sensei?

a/n: i'm excited to write this book hehe. this man got me on my knees✋🏻also it's been forevaaa since i wrote a good ol enemies to lovers (●'ω｀●)