Satoru Gojo:Y/N.
You stiffen slightly.
Turn.
Gojo stands there casually.
Hands in pockets.
Smile light.
Eyes unreadable behind the blindfold.
y/n:…Satoru Sensei?
Satoru Gojo:Walk with me 😊
Not a request.
Never a request.
Quiet Path — Away From Others
Footsteps soft against gravel.
Wind rustling leaves.
No playful chatter.
No teasing.
Which is already suspicious.
Satoru Gojo (calm):You surprised Maki today.
y/n:…I surprised myself.
Satoru Gojo
A soft chuckle.
But no humor.
Satoru Gojo:No.
You didn't.
You swallow.
Because that tone—
Teacher mode.
The air feels heavier.
Not cursed energy.
Just Gojo.
Being Gojo.
Satoru Gojo:Your reactions…
They're accelerating.
Adapting mid-combat.
y/n:I—I'm just trying harder—
Satoru Gojo (firm, soft):Don't lie to me.
Silence.
Your Tenchu mark tingles faintly.
Like it knows it's being discussed.
He stops walking.
Turns toward you.
Voice quieter.
Sharper.
Satoru Gojo:What happens right before your movement changes?
You hesitate.
Eyes dropping.
y/n:…it feels like—
A pause.
Hard to explain.
y/n:Like the world slows down.
Just for a second.
Gojo goes completely still.
Satoru Gojo (inner thoughts)
…As I thought.
Satoru Gojo:Does it hurt?
y/n:No.
Just…
Strange.
Gojo exhales softly.
Decision made.
Satoru Gojo:From now on—
You tell me every time that happens.
No exceptions.
y/n:Sensei… what is it?
A beat.
Then—
Classic Gojo dodge.
Satoru Gojo (smiling lightly):Something interesting
Which means:
Something terrifying.
Elsewhere — Training Grounds Edge
Maki watches you and Gojo from afar.
Eyes narrowed.
Arms crossed.
Maki Zenin:…Tch.
Megumi approaches quietly.
Already sensing the mood.
Maki Zenin:Megumi.
Megumi Fushiguro:Senpai.
Maki Zenin:She's not normal.
Straight to the point.
Megumi's gaze hardens slightly.
Megumi Fushiguro:…I know.
Maki Zenin:That reaction speed?
That timing?
That wasn't beginner luck.
Megumi stays silent.
Which is answer enough.
Maki Zenin (sharp):What are you not telling us?
A pause.
Conflict flickers in his eyes.
Megumi Fushiguro:It's not my secret to tell and I'm not sure...
Maki clicks her tongue.
Half annoyed.
Half impressed.
Maki Zenin:Then keep an eye on her.
Because if that power spikes wrong—
Megumi Fushiguro (quiet, firm):…I will.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Later — Evening Sparring
Casual drills.
Lower intensity.
You facing Yuji.
Yuji Itadori:Okay but no weird super reflex cheat codes this time 😌
y/n:No promises.
Friendly Exchange
Punch.
Block.
Step.
Laugh.
Then—
Mid-movement—
Your mark burns violently.
Your vision snaps.
Sound distorts.
The world—
STRETCHES
y/n (inner):—?!
Yuji's strike slows.
Not actually.
But to you—
It drags like syrup.
Your body moves on its own.
Too fast.
Too sharp.
You twist—
Counter—
IMPACT
Yuji is sent flying backward.
Hard.
Skidding across dirt.
Silence detonates across the field.
Yuji Itadori:…OW?!
Nobara Kugisaki:WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
Megumi's eyes widen.
Because he felt it explode this time.
No subtle flicker.
A spike.
You stare at your own hands.
Horrified.
Breathing uneven.
y/n:…I didn't—
I didn't mean—
Satoru Gojo (voice cutting in):Alright.
Training's over
But there's no humor in it.
Because he saw everything.
Gojo's Expression (Hidden)
Head tilted.
Attention razor sharp.
😌 Satoru Gojo (inner thoughts)
So it activates under stress…
Or emotion.
How troublesome.
How fascinating.
Yuji rubbing his head.
Nobara stunned.
Megumi tense.
You shaken.
And Gojo—
Already planning ten moves ahead
Training Grounds — Dispersing Silence
The shock still hangs in the air.
Dust unsettled.
Yuji slowly standing.
Nobara staring at you like you just broke physics.
Megumi tense.
And then—
Satoru Gojo:Alright everyone~
Break time.
No arguments.
Because his tone is light.
But absolute.
Yuji Itadori (rubbing head):…Ow.
Nobara Kugisaki:What the hell was that just now?!
Megumi's gaze flickers between you and Gojo.
Uneasy.
Calculating.
Gojo turns slightly.
Casual.
Like nothing dramatic happened.
Which is suspicious.
Satoru Gojo:Y/N.
You freeze.
y/n:…ye-yeah...Sensei?
Satoru Gojo (smiling):Stay.
A beat.
Satoru Gojo:I want one more round 😊
Yuji Itadori:EH?!
Nobara Kugisaki:You're kidding.
She just launched Yuji into next week!
Megumi steps forward instantly.
Protective instinct flaring.
Megumi Fushiguro:She's already unstable.
Gojo's smile doesn't change.
But the air subtly tightens.
Satoru Gojo:Exactly 😊
Silence.
Satoru Gojo:Go.
I'll handle it.
No room for debate.
Megumi hesitates.
Eyes locked on you.
You manage a small nod.
Trying to look braver than you feel.
Megumi clicks his tongue softly.
Turns.
Leaves with the others.
But reluctantly.
Training Grounds — Just You & Him
Wind moving lazily.
Too calm.
Too normal.
For what's about to happen.
Gojo rolls his shoulders.
Loose.
Relaxed.
Satoru Gojo:Hand-to-hand only.
No cursed techniques.
No blasts.
Just movement 😊
y/n:Sensei…
I can barely —
He leans slightly forward.
Grinning.
Satoru Gojo:Perfect condition for learning.
Your eye twitches.
y/n:That's sadistic.
Satoru Gojo:That's education
Round Begins
You barely settle into stance—
He's already gone.
y/n (inner):FAST—
A tap to your shoulder.
You spin—
Nothing.
A sweep at your legs.
You jump back—
Barely.
Satoru Gojo:Better 😊
You breathe hard.
Muscles screaming from earlier spar.
Punch.
Miss.
He appears at your side.
Light strike to your ribs.
Not hard.
But precise.
Enough to hurt.
y/n:SENSEI?!
Satoru Gojo:Eyes up.
Pressure Rises
You start adapting.
Watching his shoulders.
Feet.
Subtle shifts.
He attacks—
You dodge.
Barely.
Another—
You block.
Sloppy.
But improving.
😌 Satoru Gojo
A flicker of approval.
Then—
You move forward—
Attempting a counter—
Gojo pivots.
A sudden—
Unexpected—
Beautifully executed—
Kick, lovely kick.
Directly.
To your stomach.
y/n:—GHK?!
Air knocked out instantly.
World tilting.
You stagger backward—
Collapse to one knee—
Coughing.
Satoru Gojo
Standing there.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Satoru Gojo:Unexpected attacks are the ones that kill sorcerers 😊
You glare up at him.
Half dying.
Half offended.
y/n (wheezing):That was NOT lovely—
Satoru Gojo:It was extremely lovely
Shift
He steps closer.
Extends a hand.
Satoru Gojo (softer):Again.
You stare at his hand.
Then at him.
Then—
Take it.
He pulls you up effortlessly.
You're slower now.
Tired.
Hurting.
But—
More focused.
More aware.
Because now you know:
He's not just pushing you.
He's measuring something.
And Gojo—
Is watchingvery carefully even from his blindfold.
Training Grounds — Exhaustion Setting In
Your breathing is uneven now.
Chest rising sharply.
Limbs heavy.
Every muscle screaming in protest.
Gojo stands a few steps away.
Relaxed.
Untouched.
Infuriatingly perfect.
You lunge forward again.
Slow.
Desperate.
A punch—
He tilts his head.
Miss.
A kick—
He steps aside.
Miss.
You try to close the distance—
BUT...
Already behind you.
A light shove between your shoulders.
You stumble forward.
Barely catching yourself.
y/n (panting):Stop moving so much—
Satoru Gojo:Can't
Bad habit.
You Try Again
Focus.
Footwork.
Timing.
Everything Maki drilled into you.
Everything you already knew from before.
You dart in—
For a split second—
It feels like you might actually—
Tenchu Flicker
Your vision glitches.
Just a fraction.
The world…
Shifts.
Gojo's movements—
Slow.
Not truly slow.
But perceived slow.
Like reality stutters.
Your Tenchu mark burns beneath your collar.
A sharp pulse.
Y/n thought:
What—
Now?!
Your cursed energy trembles.
Instability crawling through your limbs.
And just as suddenly—
It's gone.
Gojo snaps back to impossible speed.
His foot arcs.
Another clean—
Effortless—
Devastatingly "lovely" kick.
Directly to your stomach.
y/n:—AHH!
The impact sends you flying backward.
You hit the ground hard.
Air knocked out.
Pain exploding through your core.
You don't rise this time.
You curl slightly.
Hand clutching your stomach.
Breathing ragged.
y/n (groan):…nnngh…
Everything hurts.
Everything spins.
Everything is too much.
Gojo watches.
Silent now.
Waiting.
You try to push up.
Arms trembling violently.
They give out.
You collapse back onto the ground.
Your chest tightens.
Not from injury.
But frustration.
Humiliation.
Exhaustion.
Tears sting your eyes.
Unwanted.
Unstoppable.
y/n (hoarse whisper):…I can't…
The corner of your eyes blur.
Vision shimmering.
y/n (inner thoughts)
I can't keep up…
I can't even TOUCH him…
Why am I this weak—
Your fist tightens against the dirt.
y/n (voice cracking):…I'm not getting up again.
Silence.
Wind passing softly.
Gojo —
No teasing.
No laughter.
No smug grin.
He walks toward you.
Slowly.
Stops beside you.
Looks down.
Satoru Gojo (quiet):Good.
You blink weakly.
Confused.
Hurt.
y/n:…Good?!
He crouches.
Bringing himself to your level.
Voice softer than before.
Satoru Gojo:Because that wasn't your body giving up.
A beat.
Satoru Gojo:That was your pride talking.
Your breath hitches slightly.
His visible eye sharp.
Seeing straight through you.
Satoru Gojo:You're exhausted.
In pain.
Energy unstable.
Satoru Gojo:Not getting up…
is reasonable.
Your tears pause.
Just slightly.
y/n (small, broken):…It feels like failure.
Satoru Gojo
A tiny smile.
But not mocking.
Satoru Gojo: Only idiots think limits are failure 😊
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