JJK: Hourglass - CH4

[Nanashi - POV]

So…

Curse Spirits…

Curses techniques….

Curse energy….

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he was just a serial killer…

I don’t even know where to begin with, but long story short, the bastard known as Gojo, kidnapped me, dragged my body into a undisclosed location, and the proceeded to enroll me in a school that teaches people how to fight demons, but not really demons, using curse energy, which by the way, I apparently had a lot of.

Not going to lie, I didn’t believe the guy at first. It took me forty eight shots at him, not counting the first two, with multiple objects to finally accept the situation.

Not long after coming to terms with that, he put a bag over my head, before proceeding to drag me to a different undisclosed location, this time, a school, which I supposed was the school I had been enrolled in, there, he hurled my body into a room, throwing a uniform at my face, telling me this was my new room, and that I needed dress up right away, and that he would wait me in the classroom, then, without further explanation… he… danced his way out of the room, moonwalking out of sight.

And that’s about it.

Now, here I was… still processing the series of events that had unfolded in what felt like a fever dream. "I didn’t even say I wanted to enroll…" Taking a deep breath, I picked up the uniform that lay sprawled on the floor, which consisted of a blue jacket with a high collar, and a pair of matching blue slacks. For a brief moment, I eyed the uniform skeptically, feeling like some protagonist in a bizarre anime series. "Fuck it, I might as well see where this goes."

Slipping into the crisp new uniform, I couldn't help but notice how good it fit, like… real good, too good, as if it had been tailored for me. I took a moment to glance around the room, which was sparsely decorated, with a single bed in the corner, a desk positioned against the opposite wall, and a tall wardrobe.

Deciding to get this over with, I put my hands inside my pockets, before making my way out of the room, only to feel something inside one of my pockets. Curiosity piqued, I fished out the object. "An ID?… Name: Nanashi, Special Grade…" Wait a damn moment, I get forced into a school, and I have to go to the special aids class? Well now, I am just offended, I know I don’t remember shit, so my general knowledge might be a bit off, that being said, I am at the very least average.

With the ID card in hand and a new sense of indignation fueling me, I strode down the corridor toward what I assumed would be the classroom where my mysterious abductor-dance-enthusiast awaited. The hallways were eerily silent, devoid of the usual school chatter and locker slams, that being said, I paid the creepy school no mind, and slammed the classroom doors open…. only to find, no one.

Oh well, how big can a single school be? I am bound to find the bastard eventually.

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[One hour later. And many… MANY EMPTY CLASSROOMS!]

Ok, door number eighty six is the lucky one. And if it's not, I will burn the place down, so either way, I win.

Putting the same energy I had put into the last eighty five doors, I slammed the doors open, this time, finally finding Gojo!

YES! 

"Listen here you powerful son of a bitch, you can hit me with a frying pan, you can kidnap me, force me into a school that seems to have no students, but I draw the line of being called stupid, unders— is that a fucking panda?" I 

paused, my rant cut short as I caught sight of something that didn’t seem to quite fit in my mind or reality for that matter.

I blinked multiple times, trying to see if I was hallucinating. But… it seems I wasn’t.

Indeed, I wasn’t, for in the middle of what appeared to be a normal classroom, by Japanese standards at least, sat a panda. Not a stuffed toy, nor a strangely dressed person, but an actual, living, breathing panda. It looked up from a thick book it had been perusing, fixing me with a gaze that was surprisingly judicious for a bear. It adjusted the round spectacles perched on its snout, and in a disarmingly articulate voice, it said, "Ah, you must be Nanashi. Your punctuality, or rather, the lack thereof, is already noted." 

I stood there, mouth slightly open.

Gojo, seeing this, chuckled. "I see you've met Principal Yaga's favorite pupil, Panda. He's not your average bear, as you might have guessed. Anyway, introduce yourselves kids~"

"Hi, my name is Yuta Okkotsu," The boy with the giant dark circles under his eyes, sitting next to the talking panda said, standing up, offering me a warm smile.

"Maki Zenin," A girl with glasses and short hair declared with a confident tilt of her head, sounding almost annoyed to be talking to me.

"Salmon," Said a boy with spiky white hair and a bored expression.

His name was salmon?

"And my name is Panda."

Well ain’t that creative, naming a panda, Panda.

"A… pleasure to meet you all," I replied, before turning my attention back to Gojo. "You know, when you said I HAD to go to this school after kidnapping me, by the way, the least you could’ve done was explain a bit more."

Gojo simply laughed. "Well, that wouldn't have been nearly as fun, now would it? Plus, you wouldn't have believed me even if I had told you."

I really want to punch that guy. 

"Don’t mind Gojo-sensei, he’s just eccentric," Maki chimed in, with a roll of her eyes that suggested she's had her share of exasperation with Gojo. "You'll get used to it. Or you won’t. Most don’t."

"That’s…. surprisingly the best bit of information I have gotten all day, thanks," I replied, taking a seat on the only empty desk in the room.

Panda nodded sagely, as if my seated form had finally earned his scholarly approval. "You are now a part of Jujutsu High," he explained, closing his book with care. "That being said, are you a dog person, a cat person, or a bear person, more specifically a panda person?"

"Uh," I paused, given the three options, I suppose only one is the correct one. "I guess I like pandas?" I answered hesitantly.

Panda's expression brightened considerably at my answer. "Excellent choice," he said, beaming with what I assumed to be pride, though it was hard to tell with a panda. "You'll fit in just fine here."

Gojo clapped his hands together, signaling that the introductions were apparently over and it was time to get down to business. "Alright, now that we're all cozy and acquainted, let’s dive into the nitty-gritty of what it means to be a student at Jujutsu High." He strolled over to the chalkboard, where he began scribbling something.

Jujutsu 101 for dummies.