After Becoming Classmates with the Strongest

Lin Xingjin was born into an ordinary family and has no innate cursed technique. A rare transfer student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, she had been there less than 24 hours before receiving a triple dose of “concern” from a certain white-haired classmate: “Did your teacher give you a cursed corpse because you’re new here and might be too scared to sleep at night?” “But you look pretty weak. Even weaker than Utahime.” “You’re such a scaredy-cat. Don’t tell me you’ll cry on the battlefield?” Afterward, that white-haired guy’s embarrassing history kept piling up in his classmates’ photo albums: Limited SSR: Horns on His Head, Marilyn Monroe Satoru, My Dearest Friend, Please Hear My Song [A Few Things to Know] 1. The pairing is Gojo Satoru. This is Gojo during his high school days. 2. The story’s setting ends at the Shibuya Incident. Any OOC is the author’s fault; the characters are innocent. 3. The Bungo Stray Dogs world only appears briefly, in an IF storyline. ---- New Story Coming Soon ---- "A Diary of Growing Up with Tokyo Jujutsu High’s Problem Children" “Let’s give a warm welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High’s newest class!” Watching the white-haired teacher enthusiastically address the class, I felt nothing but kindly reminded him, “Satoru, I’m the only student in your class.” “Come on, get excited! Starting school deserves a ceremony! Now, let’s have our new student introduce herself!” Me: … “Takatsuji Ichioaki, fifteen. I like black tea and hate people because they’re too noisy.” White-Haired Teacher: “That’s quite the villainous thing to say, kid. Got any dreams of destroying the world?” I thought about it very seriously. “Can I?” “Of course you can’t.” “Tch.” That’s what happened in the classroom on my first day at Tokyo Jujutsu High. I wasn’t kidding or exaggerating when I said I hate people. People really are noisy, myself included. But there is one exception. * My name is Takatsuji Ichioaki. Yes, I’m from the Takatsuji family, descendants of Sugawara no Michizane just like the Gojo family. Unlike the Gojo family, the Takatsuji family has always tried to put an end to its bloodline of sorcerers. And me? Not only am I a sorcerer, I’m one who inherited a pair of special eyes. Because of my eyes, I was sent to be looked after for a while by the Six-Eyed Divine Child, who was attending Tokyo Jujutsu High at the time. That was when I first learned just how vastly different people were when they were quiet and when they were noisy! And now that white-haired man, a divine child with his mouth shut and someone who could make your ears smoke when he opened it, had become my high school teacher. He was also the last rose in my barren land. [The main story is told in third person. The last sentence of the blurb is adapted from “The Last Rose” by Pablo Neruda.] Theme: Effort always brings a reward.