Chapter Text
2004
The first thing Gojo Satoru notices about Tokyo Jujutsu High are the white ribbons. They flutter in the wind as if waving hello, a warm welcome to the overly confident first year sorcerer. Each silken edge weaved carefully through dark locks of purple hair until they were tied neatly into bows.
The second thing he notices about Tokyo Jujutsu High is the girl in the white kosode and red hakama. Tilting his head to the right, he finds that he can’t look away from the miko. A shrine maiden as a Jujutsu sorcerer. He’s mesmerized by the irony.
Before he can make his third observation about the school, he is called away by his best friend. He’s surprised by the amount of effort it takes to walk away from the sight of a miko of all things.
The first time he meets the miko, he’s leaving class with his classmates. Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko are just as surprised as him when the girl approaches with a kind smile.
He doesn’t hear much of what she says. Something about welcoming the first years to the school. Help and guidance. Blah blah blah.
Instead, he’s peering at her from behind dark shades and wondering how this girl could exorcise curses with her pleasant smile and soft voice.
“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My namei is Iori Utahime,” the miko smiles and directs her gaze upward toward Gojo. “May I know your names?”
He smirks and removes his sunglasses. “Gojo Satoru.”
Her eyes widen as she meets his starry gaze, but shock is quickly replaced with a pleasant smile. “Very nice to meet you.”
She turns toward Geto, dismissing him.
While Geto introduces himself, Gojo tries to hide the shock permeating his features. Upon hearing his name, most people react in two ways: fear or admiration. The girl had done neither.
He wasn’t sure if he was insulted or intrigued.
The miko’s smile widens when Shoko introduces herself, and Gojo feels something strange fluttering in his stomach. This was her real smile, not the accommodating lip curve she reserved for him and Geto.
Rubbing his stomach, he can’t decide if his body is hungry, or he needed a trip to the bathroom. A glance at his watch determined it was probably hunger.
The miko guides their group toward the cafeteria. After she leaves, two words linger in his mind, echoing throughout the day.
Iori Utahime.