You tried to open your eyes. They felt inflamed, so you shut it tight in an attempt to dull the pain.

Your head was spinning and throbbing. The world around you is still being comprehended by your brain and senses. How long has it been since you laid down on this bed? Your arms felt like boulders and your legs like boiled pasta.

Voices. There were voices around you, but their words were like spoken in different languages— you can't seem to understand what came out of their mouths.

Confusion. What happened again? Ah yes, an encounter with a particularly powerful high-grade curse, causing your defeat and fatal injuries.

Inumaki. You wonder what's he doing right now. He's safe, right? Where are you again? A tube; you feel it needled onto the back of your left hand. At the infirmary? Yes, it reeks of rubbing alcohol and unused bandages.

Everything is starting to sinking in. You feel the sudden urge to move. You close your right hand into fists. Your grip was very weak and so were you. Stretching your right arm upwards as if feeling for air, you open your balled fists and wiggle your fingers— a buzzing sensation coursing through your arms, and soon to your unmoving body.

Pain. Your chest and stomach burned, aching and throbbing— weakening your hands and causing you to abruptly bring them down with a thud on the mattress. The pain was excruciating. It was like constant sharp claws dug into your torso, stinging and burning your whole body. But in a while, it calmed down.

Ringing. Your ears were ringing. Then after a few calls of your name, you finally heard clearly.

"[y/n]. [y/n]!"

"ᵍₒⱼₒ... ₋ₛₑₙₛₑᵢ?" you croaked out, your voice rough and withered— a sign it wasn't used in a while. You sounded terrible.

"You're awake. I'm so glad." Gojo sighed relievedly and smiled a little.

"3 days. You were gone for 3 days after a special grade curse carved half of your guts out and slashed deeply through your chest. I worked my magic and thankfully, we still got back your digestive track and reformed your boobs." Shoko said, earning a snicker from your sensei.

"ᵤᵣᵤₛₐᵢ..." you groggily replied.

You heard hurried footsteps make their way to the room. The door slid open and you heard tired pants and heavy breathing as it did.

"[y/n]!" Maki shouted across the room, rushing towards your bed in heavy footsteps.

"Okaka!" Inumaki shouted softly as if disapproving your long absence.

"[y/n]... you gave us a scare." Panda said.

"ᶦ'ᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵏᵏᵏᵏᵎᵎ" you spoke in a small, rusty voice.

"Damn, you don't sound good..." Maki said, holding your tubed arm, squeezing it lightly, almost like checking whether you were truly alive.

You finally regained full consciousness. Your head was still throbbing, but you at least regained a good amount of cognizance of your surroundings. But it did not change the fact that your body was still stiff and lead-like from not moving at all.

You breathe in your surroundings and listen closely around you, trying to regain relaxation and tranquillity.

You pause. "ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶦ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉˀ"

"Salmon."

"Well actually, I think you do know him." Gojo said. "Yuta Okkotsu. Sound familiar?"

You think again. "... ⁿ ᵒ ˀ"

"eh?"

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"ᵒʰᵎ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ... ⁿᶦᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ʸᵘᵗᵃ" You replied after Gojo explained about your encounter with him, and his situation with Rika at the moment. You reach out your right hand to offer a shake, your arms trembling slightly because of the lack of strength. He also offered a shaking hand, but the reason for his is nervousness and guilt— he convinced himself it was his fault that you were in such a state.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything...." He said as he shook your hand once, letting go of you right after as he emitted strong cursed energy. You gulped and tried not to make it obvious, but you were frightened that he contained such powerful and abundant cursed energy in him. You could tell the others felt a little agitated as well.

"Now, now, Yuta-kun, what did we say about negative thoughts? I'm sure [y/n] doesn't mind getting a little scratch if it's only accidental. We're all pretty understanding y'know." Gojo explained, earning the same thoughts from everyone: "well it isn't exactly just a little scratch, is it?"

But you agreed with Gojo nevertheless. You were already grateful enough to be alive, you didn't want to waste your energy hating and resenting someone who hurt you because of something they can't control.

"ᴳᵒʲᵒ ᶦˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ, ʸᵘᵗᵃ. ᴵᶠ ᴵ ʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ, ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴿᶦᵏᵃ ᵛᵃⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ. ᴿᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ, ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ. ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᶦⁿ ᵇʸ ᵇˡᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᶦⁿ ʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵍᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᶦᵗʸ ᶦᶠ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ."

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After a while, everyone except Inumaki left and went back to their business.

"Were you ok after the mission?" You asked, voice now almost back to normal, although your throat was feeling sore.

"Salmon."

He wanted to say much more. He wanted to scold you for doing something so stupid alone. He wanted to shout at you about how anxious and concerned he was about you. He wanted to tell you never to do that again. But he couldn't.

He instead flicked your forehead— payback for all the negative thoughts your absence gave him. Payback for all the pain he felt when you almost threw away your life without thinking. Just a flick. He could never get mad at you.

You were a bit surprised. You touched your forehead with your right hand, feeling the sting of his flick through your bandaged head. "I'm sorry. I know I was stupid. I'm sorry for being away." You lifted your left hand, the tubes moving as you reached for his hand, holding it as tightly as you can with your numb grip.

He held it back, squeezing it lightly— his warmth spreading to the tips of your cold, pale fingers. "Okaka..."

You gave him a genuine smile, your closed eyes wrinkling a little.

"Don't worry, I'll be back to normal before you know it." You reassured. Your head was like a cloud as the words escaped your mouth, it was somewhere else and you could barely stay awake.

"Mentaiko?" He said, shaking you a little. You gave no response. For a moment his heart fell a little, about to rush to Ieiri. As he stood up abruptly, he heard soft and audible snores coming out of your pale lips. You were fast asleep.

He relievedly sighed and his eyes closed in a small smile as you journey off to the land of sleep. He'll just come back later to greet you once again.

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You woke up and opened your eyes, light seeping through your bandaged eyes. They were no longer sore and felt almost fully healed.

Your legs still felt weak, but your arms felt a little lighter and more alive compared to what you felt the last time you were awake.

You noticed that the needled tube on your left hand was no longer there. All it left was a bruise and needle wound on the back of your hand, and taped cotton to cover it.

You stretch, letting out soft moans as your arms sprung to life, the feeling of electricity coursing through your body. Sitting down, you feel your numb legs and wiggle your toes.

You take in a deep breath. A soft scent of green tea perfume lingered in the air together with the smell of sanitizer— a sign that Ieiri is ether outside of your room or had been here a little earlier. She always tends to smell of sweet green tea perfume— not too strong to be immediately recognized, but not too soft to go unnoticed by the nose.

Another person had been here. And by the smell of the expensive, masculine, and sensual perfume, you knew it was Gojo.

There was another scent. The scent of baby powder mixed with lotion and a tinge of citrus, and the faint scent of sunshine, lingered through the air. Inumaki always smelled like this. A very soft scent to match the equally soft personality he presents around you and your friends. He was here not long ago.

You touched your head, feeling the tightly and neatly wrapped bandages around it. Then you touched your chest, it was also bandaged, but you could thankfully feel your chest and stomach fully intact.

There was a sudden attack of pain, making you lay down again and press your stomach. The pain was sharp and prickly— probably your insides still recovering from the wreck they've undergone. But in the span of minutes, the pain dulled and soon went away.

You sat back up and unwrapped the bandages around your eyes. You opened your [e/c] orbs, it sparkling as it examined the light-filled room. The sunshine seeped through the white curtained window, radiating luminance throughout the semi-old styled Japanese room. It was your first time seeing the infirmary.

"Handsome incoming." Gojo announced as he entered the room.

Not looking in his direction, you also announced that you were awake. "Gorgeous here, awake and unblinded."

He dropped something on your lap. "Guess who has a package? I saw your delivery man wandering outside yesterday."

"Oh. Well, I was planning to wait for him outside since no one would be able to find Jujutsu High, but things didn't go as planned. I don't even know where my phone is and when my package would arrive."

He hummed. "Next time, just address it at your old place then take it from there. I paid for it first by the way. You were fast asleep yesterday, so I couldn't give it to you yet."

"My old place? Hm... Anyways, I'll pay you later." You gave him a questioning look.

"What did you buy?" He asked curiously. "Oho~ is it something someone else shouldn't see? Oho~ teens these days..." He now had a comical blush on his face as he covered his mouth dramatically while teasing you about your package.

"URUSAI! IT'S NOT WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT." Your face was now embarrassed.

"I just went on a shopping spree. I bought contact lenses, glasses, and sunglasses since you said you'd allow me to see freely when I learn how to live blindly. It's been almost a month since I got here, but I still have no idea what Jujutsu High or any of my friends look like...." You said it intentionally gloomily. Because although it is true and you did desperately want to be able to see, you needed to make yourself sound depressed to pass through Gojo's conscience. You knew very well that he could pull an 'it's just been a month and you need more training' if you didn't sound sad about losing your sight.

"Hmm, I guess I do have to keep my words. Very well. But you have to promise me that during some parts of the training and every other week, you'll have to bandage your eyes again. If you don't maintain your training, you'd lose your touch." He said, lecturing you. "It's a deal!"

"Alright. I have some business to attend to so I'll check up on you guys later. The others are down in the field training Yuta. You could visit them later. Just make sure to take it light. You're still recovering."

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Once he was outside you opened your package. A box of clear contact lenses, glasses that matched your shape and framed on your face excellently, shades that looked fashionable on you, a bottle of contact lens solution, and contacts container in the shape of macarons— these were the contents of your package.

You got out of the bed, holding its frame tightly for support. You used your legs everyday for training before this and added with the strain of the incident and the fact that you haven't walked for days, your legs were like loosely screwed shelves trying to support heavy books. They were wobbling like noodles on a boiling pot.

You walked slowly to the bathroom with your package in your arms. Once you got there, you looked at the mirror to see your messy locks under your bandaged head, tangled with each other. Your face looked pale, but your eyes were normal and so was the rest of your body. You assumed Shoko used her technique on you again to speed the healing.

Though it would be more ideal to wear your glasses or shades, you chose to wear contacts. It would be your first time putting some on, and you were a little excited as you opened a pair of contact lenses, placing it on the tip of your finger, and finally, attempting to put it in for the first time. You blinked, feeling the lens hug your eye. You teared up a little but admired the way the lens camouflaged in your eye. You did the same for your other eye, then walked outside of the bathroom, your legs still a little shaky. Seeing that there were pain relief pills on the desk beside your bed, you take two down before exiting the room.

"Looks like you've almost fully recovered." Ieiri said, looking up from her desk to face you. She was little shook when she saw your [e/c] orbs looking at her widely, and for a moment she thought your technique was used on her. "You're prettier like that." She complimented, seeing that you wore contact lenses. You smile at her. "You're even prettier now that I see you." She chuckled a little.

"You going outside? Make sure you take it easy kid. I'm not in the mood to use my technique on you for the third time." You nod and headed outside as she went back to finishing papers.

The old sun-warmed tiles made your bare feet tingle as it touched the ground. You looked around as you ran, your legs now more alive than ever after it tasted the fresh taste of movement. The corridors that were once only painted by your smell, hearing, and touch, now a complete and colorful painting as you saw it with your eyes.

Your orbs glittered as it saw the world around you. Everything from the green grass to the marvelous blue skies, to the algae dusted tiles you were running through— everything made your heart warm, a happy smile embarked on your life-filled face.

The sun was hot on the rough and rocky cemented floor, like burning sand on the beach. But it did not matter to you as you continued running through this pathway in the middle of the lawn, because you wanted to reach the field as fast as possible to see them.

The wind whispered loudly in your ears as you run as fast as your heartbeat. You would've been mistaken as a mental escapee with the way your head was bandaged, the way your hair was a mess, and the fact that you were still in a patient's gown. Like a clumsy child, you tripped as you rushed down the stone stairs, luckily catching yourself with your hands.

The grass was damp, still splattered with fresh morning dew. Just down another set of stone stairs, you'll be at a running distance with your friends.

Skipping a few steps down the stairs, you see their small figures as you reach the track field. You stare a little, scanning the whole area. "So this is the track field..." you thought inside your head. You train and spend your time in this place almost every single day, but this is the first time you've seen it. It was like any other track field, but you thought it was the most amazing one you've seen.

Then you ran again. Their figures inch larger as you grow closer to where they stayed.

"Tuna tuna,"

Inumaki gestured towards your figure that ran much too ecstatically towards them. They looked at you, squinting their eyes and questioning why you were here.

"Is that [y/n]?" Yuta asked. "Looks like it?" Panda responded.

Your steps faltered a little, your hands touching the ground and pushing forward as you don't stop running. Finally, you arrived.

You closed your eyes tightly, afraid to face them, or rather, too nervous to see their faces. Then you open your eyes and faced them, your hands on your knees, your breath uneven.

You saw them for the first time. Your already pounding heart pounding harder, that you thought it would explode. Your uneven breathing hitched as you stare; they literally and figuratively took your breath away.

So these were your comrades, your friends.

The strong-willed, determined, harsh yet truthful girl who taught you how to fight was green-haired, her orbs a beautiful shade of gold, and like her personality, her eyes sharpness to them.

The low grumble of a voice that contradicted his kind and caring personality was indeed a panda. The one your nose remembered as the scent of sunshine with a hint of rice was indeed a panda who talks and thinks.

The boy you risked your life for was a lot happier than what you remembered from your last encounter, his dark blue eyes were now sparkling compared to the dull and dead ones he had before.

And the boy you held in your hands was much more handsome than what your touch had told you. His hair was the most dazzling shade of soft ivory. His eyes were muted purple— you could drown in it forever. Though his nose and everything under it was covered, you knew that the soft features you felt with your hands fit the image you saw right now.

You were happy. No— being happy was an understatement, but no words were great enough to describe how happy you were. You smiled at them toothily, mouth grinning from ear to ear.

You breathed out, still panting a little from running all the way here.

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I seriously ᴸ ᴼ ⱽ ᴱ ᴰ writing this chapter, even though it might not have been the best one i've written. I just like using adjectives and exploring my senses, so i got to play with that this chapter.

I just wanna share that while thinking of what they would smell like, i was at my parent's room spraying perfume and spreading different kinds of lotion on any blank part of my arms just so that i could vividly describe and imagine what they would smell like gfdhfjgshfjgska but i know that at this point, its almost pretty much canon that gojo would smell like sexy expensive perfume

But with ieiri, idk i just though that she would smell like green tea perfume, idk if all green tea perfumes smell the same but the one i was describing or the one that i imagine her to smell like is the elizabeth arden one? yes yes, lemme just insert a picture here