**Y/n POV**

I kind of felt bad that Megumi's jacket was covered in Zenin blood. But that tinge of guilt was definitely overshadowed by how amazing it felt to have my cursed energy back.

I felt invincible.

I know the third years who rescued me probably saw me as a villain now, but I didn't care. I didn't lose control tonight.

My mind was perfectly clear. I chose what I chose because the men of that clan deserve to burn.

If it weren't for Gojo threatening the safety of the third year students, I would've killed the rest of them too.

But like I said, I wasn't rash or clouded by revenge. Not entirely. I had to keep my wits about me if I was going to make it out of this alive.

They would all die. Soon enough. And if I could spare a couple of the good ones alone the way, then the wait would be worth it.

"What the fuck did you do tonight?"

Two oversized men popped up as we walked further into Jujutsu High. They looked a lot older than us, so I guess they were more teachers. Or just Gojo's friends? I couldn't really tell.

Were they waiting for us? Creepy fucks... It's the middle of the night.

"Ah! Nanami and Suguru! We brought a new friend!" Gojo immediately grabbed onto both my shoulders and shoved me in front of the 2 strangers.

I was now in between three giants. I was tall, but damn, these guys were fucking huge.

I looked up at their cold and icy glares. They were a lot more intimidating looking than Gojo, but I knew he was still the strongest.

I can't believe it took me so long to put together but he's the one with the six eyes. I just didn't expect the strongest shaman to be the absolute worst.

These two men though, Suguru and Nanami, I wasn't sure I had ever heard of them. Were they from a clan? Or randoms like me?

Either way, I wasn't showing an ounce of fear or emotion to them or anyone else. It's kept me alive this long.

"Why is she wearing Fushiguro's jacket?" the blonde one asked. I still didn't know which one was which.

"Eh? Oh, because she was naked when we found her. Chained up too. Kinky," Gojo snickered to himself.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

"Gojo, she's a child," the blonde one snarled as he chastised him. The other one though, he literally had to look away he started blushing so much.

"No she's not! She's 19. Isn't that right dear?" Gojo cooed.

"Stop with the fucking pet names," I snarled as I whipped around to face him. "And how the hell do you know my age?"

"You're 19?" the man behind me asked with a little too much enthusiasm in his voice. Not the nice blonde one. The other gross one.

"Yea, and how fucking old are you three? 30 something?" I hissed as I looked between them.

Gojo licked his lips as he took a step closer, grabbing lightly onto my chin so I would look up at him, "28 actually. Why? You interested?"

"You found me as I was in the midst of getting raped and all you can think about is fucking me? How original," I clapped back.

"Found you?" he smirked. "I think you mean saved you. And restored your technique."

I smacked his hand away, "I didn't fucking ask you to come. Just because you did, doesn't mean you own me."

I wasn't wanting to lose my cool. In fact, I was trying very hard not to lose control, but my rage was boiling over. I didn't leave one hell-hole to end up in another.

Is this all men really fucking think when they see me? Am I not worth even an ounce of respect?

"That's enough! You guys, leave her alone!" Yuuji interjected. I was tired of him always trying to save me too. He might actually be a nice one, but at this point, I didn't trust a single one of them.

"I'm leaving," I muttered as I pushed by the students and began to walk away.

Gojo called out after me, "That's not your jacket! We can't have people thinking you're a student here!"

I focused desperately on keeping my breathing under control, but the anger surging through me was just as bad as when Naoya pulled his shit.

Megumi was wrong. They are the same.

"Oi!" he yelled again.

I immediately stopped and whipped back around, staring at the 6 sorcerers just a couple meters off.

I'd never be one to back down first. I'd never show weakness.

I kept my eyes on Gojo as I unzipped the jacket and dropped it to the ground. He wanted to test me, he wanted a show, he could fucking get one. I vowed to remain unfazed.

The students all looked away while the blonde one just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The other two, well, with their reactions, fuck them.

I glared at each of them before walking off, not paying any mind to the fact that now I was back in this black, laced set.

It didn't matter anyway. Plenty of people I never wanted to see my body had already seen it. What's one more time? I had my freedom now. I had my cursed technique.

Once I was out of sight, I crossed my arms close to my chest. It was actually really cold tonight. At least it was now that I'm exposed to the wind.

I stopped in front of a bench, debating whether to keep walking into the night or take a minute to figure out what the hell I was going to do next.

I turned around as I heard footsteps running after me. As long as it wasn't Gojo, I didn't care who it was.

The blonde man came into view, already taking off his suit coat as he approached me. I stood there and watched, not saying anything.

"May I?" he asked as he reached out to put his jacket over me and I nodded. He kept his head turned away, making a point to show me he wasn't like the other two.

He quickly rested it over my shoulders, and since I was freezing, I didn't waste any time in putting it on, covering myself as much as possible.

"I'd like to apologize for how you were treated by my colleagues," he continued. "It was inappropriate and dishonorable."

"Yea, it was. But they're not your actions to apologize for."

He nodded in agreement, "I can't allow you to walk alone in the middle of the night. Please, let me show you to a room at the high school."

"Your own, private room," he quickly added.

I looked up at him, "And you are?"

"Nanami Kento."

••••

*Megumi POV*

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" I looked at Gojo and Geto.

Gojo laughed, "Ah lighten up! I'm sure you enjoyed the show more than anyone."

"You want to try that shit again?" I snarled as I stepped closer.

"Mm, Megumi. I didn't realize you were so easily influenced. Is your dear Y/n rubbing off on you? Are you that eager to impress her?"

"Y/n?" Geto interjected. "Y/n who?"

I forgot we hadn't actually introduced her yet, but none of that mattered. I was ready to come unhinged at this point. Yuuji came up and put his hand on my shoulder, urging me to calm down.

"Oh come on Megumi! We all know the way you've been looking at her. I mean, who can blame you? I'd fuck her," Gojo kept at it.

"You bitch," I hissed as I tried to charge him, but Yuuji and Geto quickly stepped in front of me.

Why the hell was he acting this way? I just didn't understand. After I promised her he was nothing like Naoya, he's literally acting like a clone of that asshole.

"Well, well. Nanami plays the hero as always," Gojo smirked. We all turned to see Y/n walking side by side with Nanami, her arms crossed in front of her as she wore his suit jacket.

"No wonder why the man pulls so much," Gojo laughed.

Y/n's eyes fell to mine as she got closer, and I couldn't help but feel as though I betrayed her. I knew this wasn't my fault, but I also knew I was doing nothing to protect her.

"Let it go now, Satoru," Geto spoke up, his voice already letting us know how defeated he felt.

"I'm taking her to a room near Kugisaki," Nanami spoke as they approached. "Everything else can wait until tomorrow."

"I can take her, Nanami-sensei, if that's helpful," Nobara offered.

"Fine," he agreed.

Y/n began to follow her, but stopped after only a few steps. "Your jacket," she looked at Nanami.

"Keep it until tomorrow."

We were all a little shocked when she bowed her head slightly, "Thank you."

The rest of us stood there until they were out of sight. I still wasn't ready to let this all go.

"So Nanami, what are your thoughts?" Gojo snickered.

His gaze was somehow even colder than normal, "She's traumatized Gojo. You should show some compassion."

"And both of you," he continued, referring to Geto and Gojo. "You need to showcase some restraint. Your behavior is unacceptable. You're both adults."

Gojo smirked, "So is she. She's not a student here. I wouldn't be breaking any rules."

Nanami took a step closer to him, not backing down in the slightest, "Are you threatened simply because she's Y/n L/n? Is that why you're acting out?"

Geto's eyes widened, "So it is her? She's the one?"

Yuuji and I looked at each other, completely confused as to what they were talking about. Who was she exactly? And how the hell did they all know her?

I didn't like feeling so clueless.

Gojo instantly dropped the smug look on his face, "Watch yourself Nanami."

"You're clearly trying to shame her into feeling inferior. It needs to stop."

"She is inferior to me, and she needs to know that," Gojo snarled back. "She needs to be afraid of acting out."

So Gojo is saying all this shit on purpose? Why? To keep her on edge? To keep her in her place?... Just like Naoya was doing.

Were they all afraid of her for some reason?

"Toji didn't mention her being so young," Geto huffed out.

Now I definitely couldn't stay out of the conversation, "My father knows her?"

I thought she said they didn't really know each other? Is she hiding something too?

"Didn't mention her beauty either," Gojo added.

"The man is in his 40's, he has no reason to be thinking of a 19 year old in that way," Nanami scolded.

"Can someone fill us in!?" I yelled out louder than I meant to. "Instead of just fucking fantasizing about her! Why is that all you can think about!?"

"I agree," Nanami nodded. "But let's wait until tomorrow. She should be here for the explanation as well."