Daffodils: Narcissus in Latin, named after a Greek god who was praised for his attractiveness, but was arrogant. Aware of his arrogance, a goddess known as Nemesis lured him to a reservoir where he adored his own reflection.

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(Y/n)'s POV

Tantalized by his sky blue eyes, I was left speechless. Annoying is a synonym for him, but ugly is without a doubt an antonym.

"Okay!" His energetic voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Now that you've seen them, have you made up your mind?" He smiled, as he covered up his mesmerizing ice blue orbs with his blindfold.

I still have my doubts about him, but with those eyes, I guess it doesn't hurt to trust him?

"Alright," I sighed. "I'll stay the night."

"Yay! Let's go eat dinner!" An excited Gojo replied as he grabbed my hand.

"H-hey! Just what do you think you're doing?! Where are you taking me?!"

Gojo didn't answer, and continued dragging me along until we reached a room in which I assumed was his room. Did he trick me? Were his beautiful eyes just a way to lure me into getting in bed with him?

"Sweet or spicy?" He asked.

I won't let his eyes cloud my judgement! I'll make him disinterested!

"Neither!" I replied.

"Neither?" He tilted his head. "You don't have good taste."

I'm glad you think so!

"Alright, wait here," he told me.

Should I leave? I did agree to stay the night, but I thought he would just show me to my room and give me some instant ramen to eat for the night.

"Here you are (Y/n)~" he said placing a bowl of white rice and vegetables in front of me.

How did he move so fast?!

"What's wrong?" Gojo asked while feeding himself a plate of apple curry. "Want some soy sauce?"

Was that what he meant by sweet or spicy? I'm such an idiot.

"N-nothing! Thank you for the food—wait how can you see with the blindfold?!"

All the times I've seen him he's able to move around, have conversations, and see with his blindfold on, but how?

"Because I'm the strongest jujutsu sorcerer!" He boldly proclaimed.

Geez, thanks for clarifying.

"Jujutsu sorcerer? I've heard of jujutsu and sorcery separately, but a jujutsu sorcerer? Is this school some kind of school that practices witchcraft and voodoo?" I asked.

Gojo was about to respond, but his phone rang. His usual happy-go-lucky demeanor changed to a serious one.

"(Y/n), stay here okay? I'll be back in probably about an hour." The jujutsu sorcerer told me.

"But it's dark outside."

"Aw, are you worried about me (Y/n)~" He said mockingly. "Anyway, here is your stuff that survived the fire."

So I wasn't the only thing in the shop that survived the fire?

I quickly snatched my belongings from him.

"Why didn't you give me these before hand?!" I yelled.

"Gotta go, see ya~" the silver haired male exited the room.

"Get back here!" I opened the door to chase after him, but he was already gone. "How can he move so fast?"

Now what am I supposed to do? Heh, I guess I could go back to his room and snoop around, but that would be kind of rude considering he did save me and feed me.

"Gojo-sensei! I have a question..."

"It's the girl sensei was carrying!"

"Idiot, she's clearly a woman."

The three students stared at me. I guess I should tell them that their teacher stepped out?

"Um, he said he'd probably be back in an hour," I politely smiled at them. "Oh, and I'm (Y/n)."

"How did Gojo-sensei get such a nice woman?" The orange hair girl whispered.

"He probably told her that he's the strongest. Mannn, I wish I was the strongest so I could get women like Jennifer Lawrence!" The pink haired boy responded.

"Idiots, she can hear you, although it's really unbelievable that someone as arrogant as Gojo-sensei has a woman." The black haired boy said.

These kids seem so innocent. I couldn't help but chuckle even though I was angered that they thought I was seeing their teacher.

"I'm not with your teacher." I replied. "He saved me from a fire and told me I could stay here for the night."

I probably shouldn't tell them I was attacked by monsters. That might scare them, and they probably wouldn't believe me.

"Thank God," they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, is he really that bad?" I laughed.

"Who's that bad?" I heard a familiar voice say from down the hallway.

Gojo's back already? But he said an hour! It's been like 5 minutes!

"Y-you said you'd be gone for an hour!" I accidentally stuttered, making me sound guilty.

The white haired teacher stepped closer to me, and I subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Did I?" He quizzically scratched his head.

"Sensei is always like this." The black haired boy intervened. "Whenever we have class, he's always 7-8 minutes late."

"And it's every day!" The girl chimed in. "Talk about impressive."

"Anyway, why are you three here?" Gojo quickly changed the topic.

"Uhhh, I forgot my question." The pink haired boy admitted.

"Itadori, you idiot! You made us come all the way here and you forgot your question?!" The girl slapped Itadori upside his head.

"Oi, Kugasaki! That hurt! Fushiguro back me up!"

"..."

The black haired boy named Fushiguro was silent.

I couldn't help but laugh at their little quarrel. I miss being in school, everything was so simple.

"Alright, (Y/n)-san!" A blindfolded Gojo turned to me. "Let me show you to your room for tonight!"

We left the student trio behind, and I followed Gojo down the dim corridor until his footsteps came to a halt in front of three doors.

"Okayyy, (Y/n)!" He said excitedly as if he were a game show host. "Is your room behind door number 1, door number 2, or door number 3?"

How old is this man?

"Hurry, (Y/n)! Times ticking!"

Well I'm just staying here for the night, so I guess I'll go along with his antics.

"Okay, I pick door number—"

"Ohhh! I'm sorry (Y/n), time's up!" He shouted.

"What the f—"

"Satoru!" I heard a booming voice yell.

"Oh shit, it's Principal Yaga! Aaand that's all the time we have for today folks! Run (Y/n)!" Gojo announced as he grabbed my hand.

"Satoru, get back here!"

We ended up back in Gojo's room, and despite how annoying he was I started to feel less depressed about what happened to my grandma's flower shop. Maybe he's acting this way to make me feel better? Nah, I'm pretty sure this is how he acts 24/7.

While in his room, I asked him about the monsters that I saw in the flower shop and how he was able to defeat them. He told me they were called curses, and was a bit surprised that I could see then. Since I could see them, he also told me about jujutsu sorcerers, curses, cursed energy, cursed techniques, and about how this isn't a typical high school.

"You have to keep this information a secret, or else the hire ups will be on my ass, ok?" He said in a playful yet serious tone.

"Okay," I agreed.

It was a lot of information to process, but I somewhat get the gist of everything he said.

"Awesome! Now let's eat cake!" He cheered as he put a box of strawberry shortcake in front of us. "I'll go get plates and utensils!"

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Gojo's POV

(Y/n) ended up falling asleep on the table after I brought out plates and utensils for the cake.

"Ah (Y/n)-san, you should let your guard down around me." I sighed. "Well I guess it wouldn't matter if your guard was up because you're weak anyway~"

I picked her up and placed her on my bed. For some reason, I found myself curious about her. I don't love her, but I want to know more about her since I remember hearing her name somewhere before.

"Well, I guess I'll remember in time," I said to myself.

I gazed at her docile sleeping face for a moment, and then stood up and walked across the room to my mirror and looked at my reflection.

"Damn, God must have made a copy of Himself."

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To be continued...

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