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Tokyo Jujutsu High was quiet before sunrise.
That was the part Maki Zenin liked best. No whispers behind her back. No sideways glances. Just the sound of her own footsteps on stone, her weapon case balanced across her shoulder, her mind already running through the morning's drills.
"(Another day. Another chance to prove every single one of them wrong.)"
She was halfway across the courtyard when a shoulder clipped hers — hard enough to knock her half a step to the side, boots scraping against the path.
"Hey—!"
The person who hit her didn't stumble. Didn't stop. Didn't even flinch.
Maki caught herself and spun around, already sharpening her glare into a blade.
He was about her height, maybe an inch taller. Long snow-white hair tied loosely behind his shoulders. Glasses that caught the early light and hid his eyes completely. Eight piercings climbing each ear — the kind that looked self-done in no particular hurry. His uniform was neat: black long-sleeve gakuran top, black slacks, polished shoes. Put-together and completely careless at the same time.
He looked at her with all the urgency of someone watching clouds drift.
Something about his posture made her teeth press together. That stillness. That utter, infuriating quiet confidence.
Then he simply turned and kept walking.
"…Tch."
Maki gripped the strap of her case tighter and watched him go.
"(I already hate him.)"
The classroom door clattered open.
Maki stepped inside — and stopped dead.
White hair. Glasses. Piercings.
The same guy. Sitting by the window, one leg stretched out, earphones in, staring outside like the sky owed him something.
She crossed the room in six steps and slammed her palm onto his desk.
He removed one earphone. Slowly. Without looking at her. "Need something?"
"You bumped into me earlier." She kept her voice level. "You didn't apologize."
He turned then and up close she felt it. Cursed energy, dense and restrained, like a current running just beneath still water.
"Oh." He considered this for a moment. "I'm sorry… that you were standing there while I was walking."
Silence.
Her eye twitched.
"Say that again," she said quietly.
He blinked. "That's what the apology was for, right?"
"Your name," she said. "What's your name?"
"Joe." A pause. "Mamasfat."
"…Joe Mama's—"
She stopped.
Her glare sharpened into something that could have cut glass. "You think that's funny?"
He tilted his head, expression genuinely puzzled. "No. I heard it somewhere. Was that wrong?"
"Say it again. I dare you."
He stared at her like she was a language he couldn't parse. "Did I do something wrong?"
Before Maki could answer — and she had a very specific answer forming — the door slid open.
"Well, well." Satoru Gojo strolled in with both hands in his pockets and that permanent sunshine-in-a-blizzard grin. He swept his gaze around the room. "Huh. Only two? Weren't there supposed to be four of you?"
"One's here," a deep, cheerful voice said as a large panda walked in and sat down like this was perfectly normal.
"Panda. Nice to meet everyone."
A slim boy slipped in behind him, high-collared uniform zipped up past his chin. He gave a small nod.
"Salmon."
"Perfect." Gojo clapped once. "Now we're all here."
Maki returned to her seat. She did not stop glaring at the white-haired idiot by the window.
Introductions were brief.
"Maki Zenin. First year."
"Panda!"
Toge Inumaki held up a small notecard rather than speak. Gojo gave it an approving nod.
"Okaka."
Then the last student stood.
"Kyoya Gojo," he said. "First year."
The room went quiet in a very specific way.
"…Gojo?" Panda repeated, looking between the teacher and the student.
Gojo's grin stretched slightly. "Oh? Same clan?"
"Yes." Kyoya's voice was even. "You're my older brother. Satoru Gojo."
Silence.
Gojo stared at him.
"…I have a younger brother?" he said, less like a question and more like someone reading words off a wall and not quite believing them.
Kyoya gave a small, composed bow. "Nice to meet you, oni-chan."
"Wow." Gojo laughed, a slightly stunned laugh. "Okay. Yeah. We'll, uh… we'll talk about that later."
Maki stared at the back of Kyoya's head.
"(Of course he's a Gojo.)"
Class proceeded at Gojo's usual pace, which was to say it ricocheted between brilliant insight and utter nonsense with no warning. Maki took notes out of habit. Every time she glanced toward the window, Kyoya was half-asleep, or watching the sky, or doing absolutely nothing with an air of complete serenity.
It made her want to flip his desk.
When the bell rang, she was on her feet before the echo died.
"Hey. Gojo."
Two heads turned.
"Which one?" Kyoya asked.
Gojo pointed at himself hopefully. "Me?"
"No." Maki looked at Kyoya. "Him."
Kyoya pointed at himself. "Me?"
"Yes, you..no, wait-" She pressed her fingers to her temple. "The younger one. I'm talking to the younger one."
"That's me," Kyoya said helpfully.
"I know that's you! That's who I'm talking to!"
Gojo muttered something that might have been rude and drifted toward the door.
Maki refocused. "Outside. Training grounds. We have something to settle."
Panda's eyes lit up immediately.
"Tuna…?" Toge murmured.
Kyoya looked at her for a moment-calm, curious, then stood. "Sure."
She turned without waiting and walked for the door.
"(I'll wipe that careless look right off his face.)"
Behind her, she heard him follow. Unhurried. Hands in his pockets, probably.
"(…She seems mad,)" he thought. "(Did I do something?)"
The sun sat low on the horizon, bleeding orange and gold across the training grounds. Cicadas pulsed in the heat. The air felt thick and still.
They stood several meters apart.
"Rules?" Kyoya asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Anything goes," Maki said. "Use whatever you want."
"Understood."
She didn't give him another second.
She crossed the distance fast and low, first strike sharp and perfectly aimed. Her techniques were clean — years of discipline hammered into muscle and bone, every wasted motion burned away by a childhood of being told she'd never be enough.
Kyoya didn't attack.
He dodged.
Every punch. Every kick. Every feint she threw at him, he slipped past with easy, unhurried steps — weight shifting, shoulders turning, like he was moving through water rather than a fight. Like she was weather he was simply walking through.
After the fifth miss, he exhaled. "You good? Got it out of your system yet?"
She went very still.
"Why haven't you attacked?" she asked, voice tight.
He looked at her,not cruelly, not with contempt. Just honestly. "Because I don't want to fight someone who isn't a real threat to me."
Weak.
He didn't say the word. He didn't have to.
Something cracked open in her chest.
"Don't you dare look down on me!"
She charged again — raw this time, no finesse, just speed and force and fury and everything she'd ever had to swallow down and keep moving past —
Kyoya dodged once.
Twice.
Impact.
Her fist connected with his jaw.
The sound was sharp. His feet left the ground. He hit the dirt hard and skidded, sending a cloud of dust rolling out across the training grounds.
Silence.
Maki stood over him, chest heaving. "Still think I'm not a threat?"
Kyoya lay there for a moment. Stunned-not angry, not wounded in pride. Just genuinely surprised, like he hadn't quite accounted for that particular outcome.
He sat up slowly.
Maki tensed.
The white hair fell forward across his glasses, shadowing his face.
"…What's your name?" he asked.
She blinked. "…Maki. Maki Zenin."
He looked up.
And he smiled — not polite, not practiced. A real one.
"Nice to meet you, Maki."
She waited for the retaliation.
He raised both hands. "I give up."
"…What?"
"I concede."
Maki stared at him. "Why?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Tell me."
He frowned, thinking it over with genuine effort. "…I actually don't know."
"Are you dumb?" she said flatly.
"That's rude," he said.
Then his expression shifted — as if something had finally caught up with him. "Oh. Right. I bumped into you this morning. I'm sorry about that."
"We're past that," she said, irritated all over again.
"Then why are we fighting?" He sounded honestly confused. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Fight me properly! I'll forgive you if you do!"
He hesitated. Then: "If I fight seriously, you'll give up."
Before she could answer-
He was there.
She hadn't seen him move. His fist stopped an inch from her ear, and the ground behind her cracked apart — stone splitting, a shockwave of displaced air and force tearing through the dirt. The impact rattled through the soles of her feet.
Her knees buckled.
Kyoya caught her at the waist before she could fall, steadying her with one hand, expression unreadable.
For a single, suspended second, the world held very still.
Maki shoved him back and put distance between them, heart slamming against her ribs — not from fear. She knew what fear felt like. This was something else.
"Tch."
She turned and walked away without another word.
Behind her, she heard him stand, brushing dust off his jacket. "…Did I handle that wrong?"
She couldn't sleep.
She changed quickly and slipped outside, hoping the cold air would clear her head. She'd made it five steps past the dormitory door when she stopped.
Kyoya stood near the edge of the grounds, hands in his pockets, head tilted back toward the moon.
The silver light caught his glasses — and for just a moment, the angle was right, and she saw past them.
Bright crimson eyes.
He noticed her and lifted a hand in a small wave.
Maki turned the corner and walked away. Quickly.
"(Idiot,)" she thought. "(Say something. That's all you had to do.)"
But the words hadn't come, and she hadn't stopped walking.
She slowed when she heard voices.
"You even listening?" Gojo said, lazily.
"Yeah." Kyoya's voice was quieter. "I had questions."
"You're a curious one." A short laugh. "Why now?"
A pause. "I only recently found out I had an older brother at all. The head of the family never told me anything. I'm only allowed contact with our parents — occasionally."
Maki stopped walking.
Gojo's voice shifted softer, still offhand, but something genuine underneath it. "Yeah. That tracks. Well, you can relax now. Lean on me."
A longer pause.
"…Thanks," Kyoya smiles.
"Also," Gojo added, clearly grinning, "ask me anything. Older brother privileges."
"Got it. Big brother."
"Mm...actually, just say 'bro.'"
Another pause.
"…Bro."
Maki almost smiled. She pressed the expression back down on instinct.
Kyoya spoke again. "There's something I wanted to ask. It's about Maki."
"Hm?"
"I think I made her angry. I don't know why." He was quiet for a moment, like he was working backward through his own actions. "This morning I bumped into her — I had my earphones in, I didn't hear her coming. She looked angry, so I walked away. Then in class I told a joke I heard somewhere. I thought it might make her laugh. I think she took it differently."
Maki's jaw tightened.
"I only agreed to spar because she asked. I could see she was skilled with weapons — she's clearly trained hard. But she has no cursed energy output, so I didn't push it."
Her grip tightened at her side.
"(That little—)"
"And after she hit me," Kyoya said, "I gave up. I still don't understand why."
"She probably misread you," Gojo said simply. "Explain it to her. Just be direct."
"…Yeah." A beat. "I also thought she was… very beautiful. I just didn't know how to approach her."
Maki's face went hot.
She didn't wait to hear the rest. She moved quietly back down the path, slipped through the dormitory door, and closed it behind her.
She stood with her back against the wood for a long moment, heart beating too fast for someone who'd done nothing more strenuous than stand outside.
She pressed the back of her hand to her cheek.
"(Idiot,)" she thought.
But this time, she wasn't sure which one of them she meant.
The next morning, she made a decision.
I'll apologize. Simple. Direct. That was how she handled things.
Except nothing cooperated.
She spotted him near the training grounds, adjusting his glasses with one earphone in. She crossed toward him —
"Gojo! Principal's office," a staff member called.
Kyoya glanced up, nodded once, and walked off without ever seeing her.
"(Of course.)"
She found him again in the hallway mid-afternoon, listening patiently while Panda talked with both arms waving. She was three steps away —
"Kyoya." Gojo's voice from down the corridor. "Come with me."
A brief wave to Panda and he was gone.
Maki stared at the empty space where he'd been standing.
"(You have to be kidding me.)"
At lunch she finally had a clear shot, Kyoya alone at the end of a table, eating quietly, watching the window. She sat across from him and opened her mouth-
And a second-year she'd never met appeared from nowhere, clapped a hand on Kyoya's shoulder, and dragged him off for something involving barrier arrays and missing paperwork.
She stared at her food.
Fine.
By evening, the courtyard had gone amber and quiet, long shadows cutting across the stone. She found him near the steps — alone this time, watching the sky, still as ever.
"(This is it. Just say it.)"
She walked up behind him. She opened her mouth.
Nothing.
Her throat locked. Her hands pressed into fists at her sides.
Kyoya turned, sensing her presence. "…Zenin?"
She stiffened.
He lowered his head slightly. "About yesterday — I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I clearly don't understand what I did, but that doesn't make it better."
He straightened. "I'll keep my distance going forward. It's probably simpler."
He moved to step past her.
"Wait."
It came out before she decided to say it. Kyoya stopped.
Maki turned to face him properly. The words sat heavy in her chest — she pushed them up anyway.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing," she said. "I didn't listen. I jumped to conclusions and I took it out on you. That's on me."
He looked at her.
Not like he was measuring her. Not like he was waiting for more. He just looked — and then he smiled, quiet and easy and genuine, the kind that had no performance in it at all.
"Then let's start over."
He held out his hand. "Kyoya Gojo."
Something loosened in her chest — some knot she hadn't noticed pulling tight. She took his hand.
"Zenin Maki."
The handshake was brief. It felt right anyway.
"Heeey~."
Panda's voice carried down the hall like a foghorn wrapped in delight. He rounded the corner, eyes immediately zeroing in. "Hand-holding! First names! Are you two together now?"
Maki's face went red. "Shut up!"
She swung on reflex.
Panda hopped back, already laughing. "See? Couple behavior. Very convincing."
Kyoya looked between them, still holding Maki's hand approximately three seconds longer than necessary. "…Together?"
Maki yanked her hand back. "Ignore him. I'll explain later."
"Okay," Kyoya said, with the tone of someone who absolutely did not understand but was willing to accept this.
Panda drifted off down the hall, humming pleasantly to himself.
The courtyard settled back into quiet.
For the first time since she'd arrived, Maki found she didn't feel the need to fill the silence with something sharp.
That was new.
She decided not to examine it too closely.