《Mystic: Gojo x Reader》9: Y/N-Sensei
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**have most of y'all read the manga? idk i'm following that a bit, but maybe i should offer more description and background in case you haven't read it??? mmmmm lemme know**
We sat on the railing of a long bridge after visiting Saitama Urami East Junior High. The first-years were investigating some mysterious deaths which seemed to all be linked together.
"Y/n-sensei!! Can you please help us!? There's no cursed spirit here!" Yuuji cried out.
I was scrolling mindlessly on my phone since I was only there to pretty much babysit. I glanced up and saw their desperate faces, "I don't know. Figure it out."
"Argh! Why are you even here!?" Kugisaki complained.
"You seem lazy," Fushiguro huffed in frustration.
I chuckled a bit, "Fushiguro, you're quite funny. First we find out you're a bully, and now you're calling your sensei lazy."
"I'm not a bully!"
"That's not what those two boys at your junior high said," Yuuji teased.
"I only beat up people who deserved it."
"Maybe it's not the bridge, but the act of jumping off it!" Fugisaki interrupted.
I rolled my eyes, "Do you not pay attention?"
"Uh, we already tried that," Yuuji said, sheepishly rubbing his neck. "It's not that."
"We're running out of time," Fushiguro huffed.
Yuuji sighed, "I agree, there's a 100% death rate at this point."
"Y/n," Fushiguro glanced out at me. "I know you're only supposed to observe, but can you please help? My sister..."
He trailed off, clearly concerned. We learned that Fushiguro's sister was one of the students who had previously visited this bridge which meant her life was on the line too.
Ijichi said there were no sorcerers he could spare, and so Fushiguro's sister was being left without protection. There was no way of knowing how much time she had before her safety would be threatened.
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"Fine," I put my phone in my pocket. "Let's go."
"Really!?!" Yuuji yelled as he called after me. "What changed your mind!?"
I shrugged, "I guess I'm just a fan of Fushiguro."
He cleared his throat, "Y-you can call me Megumi, Y/n-sensei."
"Aww, I earned my sensei title from you," I smirked.
"Hey! No fair! Do you like me too, Y/n-sensei!?" Yuuji whined.
"Yes, Yuuji."
Kugisaki scoffed, "Where are you taking us?"
"I was hoping one of you would figure it out, but the students who bungee-jumped off, their challenge wasn't coming to the bridge at night and it wasn't jumping off—"
Megumi cut me off, "The test of mettle was below the bridge."
I laughed loudly, "So you did figure it out!? Then why'd you need me!?"
"Because, if my suspicion was right, then that means the curse is probably using some type of domain expansion... And that may put it out of our league," he admitted softly.
"Mm. So you're intelligent, skilled, and care for your teammates? You impress me, Megumi."
I stopped right before the entrance of the domain barrier and turned to the three who followed me like small ducklings.
"What?" Kugisaki glared at me.
"Kugisaki, why don't you like me?" I asked as I tilted my head.
"Is now really the time?" Megumi huffed.
"Mm, I supposed not," I sighed out. "When we pass the domain, do you want me to take care of it or do you three want to try it out?" I offered them a closed eyed smile.
"Just go back to babysitting, we can handle it," Megumi called as he pushed by me, the other two following him.
I chuckled, "Well alright then."
••••
"I'm concerned you don't understand," Gakuganji glared at me.
"Oh my god," I whispered as I rubbed my forehead. I had been getting a lecture for the last 10 minutes at least.
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"Well, do you understand?" he repeated himself.
"Holy fuck, yes, yes I understand."
Satoru laughed and I shot him a glare. I was beyond frustrated at this point. I wasn't a child, and I didn't appreciate being treated as such.
"Y/n! Are you listening!?" Gakuganji yelled. "Sakuna's vessel's skills need to be tested! You cannot interfere, no matter what!"
"As do the other two first years," Yaga added quickly, knowing how sensitive a topic Yuuji had become for me.
I wasn't planning on interjecting during the mission when Yaga first told me not to, but the more they shoved it down my throat, the less I cared.
"I personally don't think they need testing," I stared at them blankly as I crossed my arms. "What they need is training and mentorship."
Gakuganji began yelling at me, "DO NOT PUSH YOUR LUCK! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER..."
I crouched down as he began to threaten me about revoking my teaching position, the one I had been given only earlier this week. I was honestly getting a headache.
They knew I would do whatever I wanted anyway, so he was just wasting his breath.
I smiled as Satoru began to play softly with my hair. I was crouched down next to where he was seated while still zoning out, and his gentleness was bringing a peacefulness over me.
I had no idea what Ganji was talking about at this point, so I decided to interject, "Don't you have bigger things to worry about? Like the cursed objects that were stolen?"
"H-how?..." he stuttered out.
"2 sets of special grade cursed objects, right? Sakuna's fingers and the Death Painting Wombs?"
"Who told her!?" he was finally yelling at someone other than me. "She wasn't supposed to know!"
I stood to my feet and smirked at him, "Ganji."
He redirected his heated gaze to me.
"No one had to tell me," I winked at him and Satoru filled the silence of the room with another obnoxious laugh.
I didn't think it was possible, but Gakuganji looked even more pissed than before.
"You've been using your technique much more recently," Yaga commented, hoping to divert the conversation slightly.
"I only use when necessary, and I get to decide what's necessary."
"I thought I made it very clear you weren't to use that with me," Gakuganji hissed.
"And what makes you so special?" Satoru quickly chimed in with a grin.
I knew there wasn't a more frustrating duo to work with than me and Satoru, but I loved it. We always had each other's backs, and we were damn powerful—separate or together.
"You're on thin ice, Y/n," Gakuganji spat as he left the room.
Yaga sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair, "Y/n... Please, for once, just listen."
"Oh Yaga! Don't be so dramatic," I teased as he left the room, leaving me and Satoru alone.
I looked down at the seated Satoru who seemed to be staring right at me, even through his blindfold.
"You should probably get going," he smiled at me. "I'm sure they're waiting for you by now."
I carefully straddled myself over him and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, "You're sexy when you support me like that."
"Is that right?" he smirked as his hands traveled down my backside, gripping my hips tightly.
"Mhmm," I moaned out softly as I pulled down my mask.
He licked his lips softly, "Why don't you show me?"
••••••••
"Oh, a two-for-one special... how exciting," I smirked as I entered the domain.
The students looked a little caught off guard to find two curses within the domain.
"Well, you guys got this. Let me know if you need anything," I leaned up against the side of the bridge, ready to watch the show unfold.
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