Everyday Life with Gojo's Childhood Friend

Synopsis: First-person, rambling everyday-life style, written like a middle schooler's diary. Does anyone actually read this kind of thing? Somehow I got so fired up writing the actual story that I was left scratching my head over the blurb. From the girl's perspective, she seems lively, but who would have guessed she's actually the no-personality type? She loves making snarky comments and has a weird way of thinking. A lazy shut-in through and through. The blurb: After I woke up, my senior disciple sister placed me with the Gojo family under the pretext of a partnership. I grew up living alongside their young master. Though in reality, it was so I could take advantage of their barrier and focus on my cultivation... At the pace I was cultivating, if I just kept going step by step, I would be ready to go out on my own by the time our deadline arrived. But then the young master of the Gojo family, who was practically bound to me, suddenly said he was leaving home to go to school elsewhere. Me: ?! I was a little anxious because I couldn't stay away from the barrier for long, but my contract also required me to serve as his personal doctor. “If you need a barrier,” said the white-haired young master of the Gojo family, looking at me with blue eyes, “the technical college has one too! Qingqing, you can come with me without worrying at all!” “But I don't have cursed energy. Can I still enroll?” “If the standard is being able to exorcise curses, then absolutely! Besides, I'm the only person in the world who can tell whether someone has cursed energy, so if I say you have it, you have it.” ...All right, that'll work. And so, I came to the Jujutsu Technical College with my childhood friend, whom I'd grown up with. Shoko Ieiri was a first-year student at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School. Though she figured life was the same wherever you lived, like being a bird in a cage, she had to admit she was at least a little excited about life at the technical college. She'd never gone to school alongside anyone before. That is, until she met the classmate her teacher introduced. “This is Suguru Geto.” Shoko's gaze traveled from his strange hairstyle, down past his smiling eyes, all the way to his baggy pants. ...No matter how you looked at him, he was a delinquent punk. “There are two more students. They'll arrive at the foot of the mountain this afternoon, so I'd like you and Geto to go meet them.” The teacher first looked as if he wanted to say something but held back, then turned serious. “Their situation is rather unusual, so don't be surprised.” If she was going to be classmates with a punk, then having two more young masters and mistresses from prestigious families wasn't a problem. But after seeing those two, she fell silent for a long moment, then couldn't help pulling out her phone and calling: “Hello, police? There's a pedophile harassing a minor here, ” “Huh?!” “What?” The two people sitting on top of each other and playing a handheld game both looked over. Shoko: “Honestly, I thought you were the child bride his family had arranged for him or something. You know, since they're a decadent, feudal noble family.” Suguru Geto: “I thought Satoru couldn't bear to leave his little sister at home while he went to school, so he brought her along.” Satoru Gojo: “What? We don't look alike at all! This girl can't bear to be without me, so she insisted on following me here!” Me: “What are you talking about? You've got it all wrong!” Every last one of you is wrong! And Satoru Gojo, stop making things up! Note: The author is incredibly lazy and will take a long nap whenever there's free time, but this story will be finished :p My take on Satoru Gojo. Some out-of-character moments are inevitable since I'm writing about his childhood without much to use as reference... He's grown up, but the events differ from canon, so of course his personality can't be exactly the same. I write whatever I want, just for my own enjoyment! Random stuff! Fun! Write! Fun! Theme: Childhood friends are delicious