(m/n) opened the door and was greeted by an intimidating man.
Sewing puppets.
"Satoru! You are late."
He said.
"You are eight minutes late!"
Masamichi, the principal of Jujutsu Tech, said.
As he continues to work on his creation.
Itadori has the you-have-get-to-be-kidding-me look on his face.
(m/n) was a little surprised, but he had already figured that every jujutsu sorcerer's wrong in the head.
The male, being himself, once again drowned out the conversation.
He started eating his food.
(m/n) silently watched as the principal's puppet punched Itadori, and as the pink-haired male started yelling about things.
In the end Masamichi seemed to be satisfied.
"Alright. You passed."
He said to Itadori before turning to (m/n).
The men only look at him for a few seconds before a puppet suddenly starts sprinting toward the guy.
The (h/c)-haired male didn't look panicked at all, only snapping his fingers.
The puppet exploded, the cotton inside flowing everywhere.
And not just that one either.
The puppet Itadori is holding, along with all the puppets around Masamichi exploded as well.
'Oops... I forget to control my strength.'
(m/n) thought to himself as he watched the white cotton balls scattered all around the floor.
The principal looked at (m/n) sternly.
"And who are you?"
"(m/n)(l/n)."
The male replied.
And he said it cheerfully with a closed-eyed smile that can light up the whole earth.
The principle froze for a moment before saying:
"You passed!"
Well, of course. Who could refuse that smile of his.
Good thing neither Gojo nor Itadori saw this.
Or else their faces would probably be redder than a tomato by now.
"Sorry about your puppets."
The (h/c)-haired male apologized.
Masamichi only shakes his head, as if saying it's ok.
(m/n) sigh in relief, not wanting to offend people who did nothing to him.
Taking his wallet out of nowhere, (m/n) handed the principal two thousand yen (about 200 usd).
"For the material."
And Masamichi nodded quietly.
Next, Gojo's going to show them their rooms.
"Alrighty! So this is yours~"
The silver-haired male said, opening the door and pushing (m/n) inside.
"Thanks..."
The male replied with a yawn.
He then clapped his finger lightly.
And his stuff back from his old apartment, his clothes and books and shampoo and etc, get teleported into the room.
RIght where it's supposed to go.
Itadori looked really impressed, and so did Gojo.
(m/n) plopped himself down on the comfy bed, pulling the cover over himself.
"We are going to get our third first-year tomorrow."
Gojo informed, already halfway out the door.
A thumbs up from under the blanket was enough to tell the silver-haired male that (m/n) heard him.
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Thursday, June 10
Word Count: 481