(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ — chapter two
"consider me your alarm"

   IT WASN'T EVEN FIVE AM yet, the sun was still soaking under the shades of the trees and ground. Darkness had swallowed up the day several hours ago, depleting the world of its beautiful sunlight. More nocturnal animals exited their homes, ready for their days to start. Bugs among the scenery felt it was finally acceptable to let their songs sing.

      Hiyori Hinata was cuddled softly in her new bed — the comforter was so surprisingly soft and warm that it swallowed her up in a deep slumber almost immediately. The long train ride along with settling into her new room had exhausted much of her energy, slumber was practically screaming her name.

The room was bigger than the girl expected, containing a large built-in closet, one desk and chair, a dresser, two nightstands, and a full-sized bed with wooden bed frame. The black curtains shielded any of the light that would escape inside otherwise, leaving a very dark and shadowed room. But that's how she preferred to sleep, anyway. Light or sound would keep her up, not that it was necessarily hard to keep the girl awake — an insomniac.

Her dark red colored hair had been braided into two along both sides of her ears, the braids strolled all the way down to her middle back. Hiyori's purple eyes couldn't be seen since they were fastened close, a light humming escaping her system in between an occasional snore. Her lips were just barely parted, a small amount of oxygen slipping in and out.

After the first year students and Gojo arrived at the college, Gojo instructed Yuji to introduce Hiyori to her bedroom — incidentally, placed in between Fushiguro to the left, and Yugi to the right.

Yuji explained that her room was actually directly above Gojo's room, and to be careful not to disturb the sensei during his rest. If there was one thing Satoru Gojo hated most, it was being interrupted during his beauty sleep.

Yuji demanded to catch up, since it had been felt like a decade — only five years, though, since they last saw each other. Kugisaki scolded the boy by smacking the back of his head, explaining how Hiyori deserved to have one night to herself before jumping straight into the life of being a jujutsu sorcerer. That it would have to wait until tomorrow.

Yuji slugged his shoulders down in disappointment, but Hiyori happily squeezed his shoulder — stating that they would surely have a moment to catch up soon.

A creak of a floorboard sounded throughout the dark room.

It was loud enough to awake the once slumbering Hiyori, her dazed eyes were only halfway cracked open — sleepiness residing in them. She had jerked her head from her once cold pillow, and her eyes traced the room. She could just barely see outlines of the room from the darkness, her desk a few feet away, the dresser in the corner, her nightstand beside the bed.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

If she wasn't as exhausted as she was from the day prior, she probably would've at least got up to check her surroundings. But she was at jujutsu college now, there couldn't be something out there to get here now that she was safe here, right?

      Wrong.

Her heavy eyelids fluttered as she placed her head on the pillow again, until the darkness began to swallow her up all over again.

"FIRST DAY OF TRAAAININGG."

Hiyori nearly collapsed from her bed from the sudden strong and intense voice echoed throughout her room. She unwillingly let out a gasp from the surprise of it all, jumping to her feet in a fit of shock.

Her fingers formed into fists, and she immediately slammed her right one forward towards whatever human let out the loud tune. However, her action was short-lived when that figure hooked onto her right wrist, and slammed her to the ground in a near split second she couldn't even process what had happened.

Then the light flickered on.

Hiyori was rubbing her head from the impact against the wooden floor she was crumbled beneath, glancing through her eyelashes to understand who her invader was.

Annoyance flooded her veins when she recognized the blindfold and white hair.

A little growl escaped her lips as she stood from the ground. Even though her body was aching from her impact with the flooring, she didn't want to actually portray any of that weakness on her face. So, her expression shifted into a bland, yet vexed, look.

Gojo had a smirk written on his face, his muscled arms had been folded over his chest with victory. As if his mission had been so successful, and it made Hiyori even more pissed than before.

"What the hell was that for?" Hiyori questioned in a gritted voice, reluctantly peeling herself from the flooring to be standing again.

She brushed off whatever dirt had appeared on her clothes — a pair of black shorts that showed a good portion of her thighs, and a skimpy tank-top that stopped well above her bellybutton. What? She gets hot easily, not her fault someone came unannounced into her bedroom in the middle of the night.

"It's time for training, and apparently, sleepyhead forgot to set her alarm," cooed the white-haired man, who kept his nonchalant position with crossed arms.

"I never set an alarm because no one told me," seethed Hiyori, her face was growing with disdain by each growing second. "I'm assuming that was your responsibility, no?"

"Oops, musta forgot," Gojo fake smiled in the girl's direction, however — it seemed a bit difficult to keep his eyes off Hiyori's body. The amount of skin showing, it felt like a tease. He was thankful his blindfold was wrapped around his eyes, so she couldn't see him practically undressing her with his own eyes. "Consider me your alarm."

"You're an asshole," the red-haired girl groaned, rubbing one of her sleepy eyes with the back of her palm. All she wished was to go back to sleep, and wish this never happened in the first place.

"Such a compliment!" Gojo excitedly clapped his hands together, placing them near his chest. A broad and prideful smile overcame his face, and the sight made Hiyori want to grimace. "Now, get dressed! I put your uniform on your desk."

And with that, Satoru Gojo left the ginger all by her lonesome.

v(=∩_∩=)ﾌ

"That's all for today!"

      After a grueling five hour training session with her three other first year classmates — it was finally time to reclaim herself. Sweat dribbled down Hiyori's forehead, which she used her arm to wipe as much of it away as possible. Today's training was difficult, not too much more troubling than her last mentor — but it was conflicting trying to keep up with it sometimes.

Yuji, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki didn't seem to present themselves with having such difficulties of keeping up. But Hiyori had forgotten, they've already been here for a week and a half — they've probably been doing this every day since they got here.

Not to say they all still weren't dripping with sweat, heavy breathes could be heard from all the students after training. Followed by several heaves the entire walk back to their rooms. Kugisaki and Hiyori headed towards the women's bathroom, where Yuji and Fushiguro were on the way to the men's. The students desperately needed a good clean.

      Hiyori peeled her uniform off and jumped straight into the cold water. She didn't mind the uniform — it looked awfully similar to Kugisaki's. The long-sleeved jujutsu sorcerer jacket was tighter on her skin though, perhaps she should've asked for a bigger size. Although, she hadn't been asked a size in the first place, so. The skirt tightened around her waist with ease, her bare skin was shown to the bottom of the skirt.

After their showers, the four first year students departed to the common area at different times. Yuji had given a quick tour — two couches facing each other and had a television near the wall, a medium sized kitchen off to the right, and then a dining area with a table of chairs that sat up to eight. This wasn't just their common area, it's for anyone who resided in this house. All of the jujutsu sorcerers were spread out among many houses — this one housed up to ten.

      However, there was only Fushiguro when Yuji and Hiyori entered into the area — he had already grabbed a quick snack to eat and had a book planted in front of his face. The sight made the two old friends laugh. Ten minutes later, Kugisaki appeared from the hallway.

      The four young adults all found seats on the two couches that sat in front of the television, some random TV show was playing in the background that none of them seemed to pay attention to. Kugisaki was the first to collapse on the couch, very dramatically might I add.

      She groaned out, "You think Gojo will ever chill with the training? I want to go on a mission again."

      "He wants to make sure you're capable, first," Fushiguro explained in a monotone voice, his eyes hadn't even left the book that was in his left hand when he replied.

     "Yeah, so we don't kill ourselves," Yuji had added, somehow his voice still had some cheerfulness despite the cruel words that had just exited his mouth.

      "Well, I'm more than capable, I don't know what else you'd be implying," Kugisaki snapped, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest. She tried purposely avoiding Fushiguro's eyes, but the fact was it didn't matter since he didn't even glance up.

      "Is Gojo always like that?" Hiyori questioned, and she suddenly felt like she was interrupting the flow of conversation.

      But she couldn't quite stop thinking — Gojo was unlike any mentor she had ever met. Whether that be in her old, normal life, or in the life of jujutsu sorcery. He was child-like, not seeming to able to take anything seriously. Even during training, he had this same prideful smile plastered over his face the entire time. There was no sincerity in him as he spoke, only sarcasm or narcissistic humor.

      Hiyori Hinata wasn't a fan of the white-haired man.

      "Yes, unfortunately, he's always like that," Kugisaki almost whined, throwing her head back so her neck would rest on the top of the couch. "But you kinda get used to it."

      "I don't think I could get used to it," Hiyori replied, almost through gritted teeth. She wasn't sure how or why, but he got under her skin. "He's annoying."

      "Annoying doesn't even begin to describe him," Kugisaki snorted, light laughter fulfilling the air.

      Yuji was on the opposite side of the couch beside Fushiguro, where Kugisaki was on the other couch with Hiyori. The girls seemed to have hit it off, that was good — maybe that meant Kugisaki would be less scary.

      "I like him," Yuji stated firmly with a toothy grin, and Hiyori couldn't help but smile herself. It was nice seeing his smile, she missed it. She missed his overall good spirit in general, though. "He's strong, and he can teach us how to save people."

      Save people.

The words rippled inside Hiyori's head, on repeat over and over again. Her eyes softened, glancing towards the ground in distraction as several thoughts flooded her mind.

"You're a good person, Hiyori, save anyone you can."

Hiyori shook her head in an attempt at shaking off the echo of her fathers voice, squeezing her eyelids shut briefly for a second. Then, much to her pleasure, the voice disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

"You okay, Yori?" Yuji questioned from across the couch, his head was tilted off to the side in curiosity.

Hiyori tried her best to forge a believable smile in his direction, replying along with a nod, "Just have a headache, is all."

"You get used to those, too," Kugisaki grumbled under her breath. "Eh, we may as well leave you two to finally catch up. C'mon, Fushiguro."

Fushiguro had actually glanced up once he heard his name called, but his confused expression seemed to describe his disinterest in the conversation — he hadn't a clue what was going on.

Kugisaki growled, jumping straight up from her couch and hooking a hand around Fushiguro's arm — she practically dragged the man from the room. He didn't seem to fight against the girl, however, he just accepted his fate.

Then, that left just Yuji and Hiyori in the common area by themselves. Hiyori felt a sense of relief, although it was fairly nice she seemed to be settling in with good friendships, it was always so awkward at first. But with Yuji, she never needed to be awkward.

"They're funny, aren't they?" Yuji smiled brightly in Hiyori's direction, and the ginger-haired girl mimicked his look. "It seems like I've known them a lot longer than almost two weeks."

"They're good people," Hiyori concluded, her hands that were previously resting on her lap now rose to give herself a good stretch. A portion of her stomach was bare from her shirt pulling up, Yuji reluctantly tore his eyes away from the sight, respectfully.

Now that the two first years had a moment to themselves — they seemed to take in the new appearance of their old friend. Yuji had grown, very much. Not that he was necessarily a short or scrawny boy to begin with, but he certainly wasn't as in shape as he is now. Muscles littered his entire body, and Hiyori could tell that during training today. She always used to think she would beat him in a fight, but now she wasn't as convinced.

      Hiyori always loved Yuji's eyes, they always were full of so much confidence and optimism — something she had always lacked. That's why their friendship had worked so well, one is a half glass full and the other half glass empty.

      Hiyori would be lying if she denied saying her old friend had grown into a very handsome man. He was attractive, no doubt. She subconsciously smiled at Yuji.

"So, tell me everything from the past five years I've missed!"

a/n: love me a good ol lost childhood best friends. i wanted her to be somehow connected with my bby yuji so ≧◡≦