nothing is worth destroying yourself over
but if you're going to destroy yourself, make
sure it is for something spectacular, make sure
it is for yourself. There is nothing worse than
ruining yourself for people who aren't worth it.

━━━━ ༉‧₊˚✧ THE VERY SPECIAL CHILD

ooo.| JUNKO BUSHIDA is a very special child. Or so what her family insists on calling her every second of the day. The Bushida Clan is very famous for their Jujutsu sorcery and their ability to keep their anonymity from the other clans. To a point where they were though of as a myth. But that rumor was laid to waste when Junko was placed in Gojo's care. Junko met the childish and strong white haired teacher when she was only 7 years old. They first met in her family's garden. He was visiting her father and she was sitting under a cherry blossom tree by herself. Reading a book. Gojo certainly remembers what her father told him.

ooo.| "I only contacted Yagi because I knew he could help, in some way." Akira Bushida, the head of the clan, spoke sternly as he guided the young Satoru Gojo through the compound. The white haired young adult walked with his hands in his pockets as he looked around the beautifully built traditional mansion. Hokkaido was beautiful around this time of the year. Spring was a gorgeous season and it showed right in front of him.

"I must admit." Gojo spoke up, sighing a little. "When the old man said that the Bushida Clan needed my help, I nearly laughed in his face. You're a rather mysterious bunch. Almost like a myth."

"Hmmmm." Akira hummed. They were a private clan but that's what kept them alive. They don't usually follow what the other clans do and it has gotten them a pretty bad wrap. Though they are considered amongst the most powerful, it did not mean that their methods weren't criticized. Which was probably why the Gojo Clan and the Bushida Clan somewhat got along.

"You see, Junko is a special child," he explained. "She was born with a tremendous amount of curse energy. But that's not it at all."

The two stopped right at the entrance of the huge botanical garden, standing at the three steps leading down to the garden. Gojo peered over his sunglasses to see a young girl sitting under a cherry blossom tree. She was wearing a black yukata and her shiny jet black hair rested all around her in soft waves. Her bright hazel eyes shined in the sunlight as they scanned the pages of a book she was reading.

Gojo notes how she seemed introverted. Only comfortable in her own company and quite shy. But she was adorable beyond belief. Like a little doll in all black.

"When she was born, the midwives noticed something glowing in her body." Akira brought him back. "It was scarlet and dangerous. When we researched what it could be, we discovered that it was-"

"Chaos magik," Gojo answered for him. Still watching the young girl. "Or just chaos magic, for a more casual pronunciation. But anyways, chaos magic isn't taught, it's made. Almost like a virus looking for a host. My guess, your daughter somehow conjured up so much curse energy, that it awoken it in her."

"Are you suggesting anyone can have it?" Akira asked curiously.

Gojo hummed dejectedly, "Nah, not everyone can have it. It was never supposed to exist, anyways. It was seen as a myth or a scary story. That much power will kill the average sorcerer. Your daughter is the only one who can have it."

"Which brings me as to why you are here." Akira sighed, clasping his hands behind his back. "You are the only one qualified in helping her harness this power. The elders and I believe she could do good in being a jujutsu sorceress but seeing as this is a level that is beyond our reach, we were hoping you would take her in and help her control her magic."

'That's why Yagi needed me to come by myself,' Gojo chuckled in his mind. He should have known something was up when he was being unusually chill about him being late to a meeting, again.

Gojo had no problem taking her in, as well. He may not have been the best caretaker for Megumi, another kid in his care, but he pays himself on the back in terms of being a pretty decent brother figure to the boy. Besides, he felt like Megumi needed a friend. Poor boy has no friends in school. Too busy fighting in the playground, honestly.

"Hmm." He hummed, before walking onto the garden.

The closer Gojo got to Junko, the more pressure he felt hit him. It was like a sudden wave of air left his lungs for a second. 'Her magic is no joke' he thought, practically feeling her curse energy through his skin. 'I can see why Yagi was so insistent on meeting with Bushida.'

Sensing that there was someone coming, Junko peeled her eyes away from her book and looked up at Gojo. No emotions were shown on her baby doll face. Just an empty void. It nearly shocked him.

"Hello." Gojo greeted with a kind voice as he kneeled beside her.

"Hi." She spoke in a very soft tone. If Gojo weren't near her, he wouldn't have heard her. "Who are you?"

"My name is Satoru Gojo," Gojo introduced, smiling at her. He held out his hand to her, wanting to see if she'll shake it. "Nice to meet you."

Junko, despite her vacant expression, slowly placed her tiny hand into his. He shook it gently, letting her introduce herself. "I'm Junko Bushida." She replied. "Nice to meet you, too."

Once their hands were apart, Gojo folded both of his arms on top his his bent knees. He noticed that she was reading a rather old looking book. The pages were light brown and a bit tattered around the pages, the cover looked rusted and ancient.

"What's that you're reading?" He asked, nodding his head to her book.

"Myths and other Fairytales," she answered, fiddling with a strand of her black hair. "I was reading about witches."

       "Really? That looks like a book only grown ups read," Gojo complimented her. "That means you're really smart, huh?"

       Junko pursed her lips and shrugged. She didn't think she was that smart. She was just reading a regular book. Nothing too exciting. But his compliment did give her a slight boost in confidence.

       "Say, Junko, how would you feel about living in Tokyo?" Gojo asked, slowly easing to the topic. He assumed she didn't know that her father wants her to be under his care for the time being. He didn't want to set off the wrong emotion.

       "You're here because of my magic, right?" Junko shot back, giving him a neutral look. "I heard daddy's thoughts today. He says I'm a special girl. Everyone always says that but I don't feel special."

        Gojo remained quiet for a little bit. This girl was very mature for her age. He hadn't seen this much maturity since he met Megumi. They would get along very well. But he also noticed how unsure of herself Junko was. It made him feel a little bad for her. She had no idea what was going on with herself and not one person gave her a straight answer.

       He could be brutally honest but just because she was mature, does not take away from the fact that she is still a child. So he still needed to be cautious with what he says.

      "You are a special little girl," Gojo said, smiling softly at her. "And your father sees that. It's just that.....his skills aren't  knowledgeable to what you have. So he wants to help you as best as he can by doing this."

     "I know he can't help me." Junko mumbled nearly sadly. She huddled her knees to her chest and folded her arms around the top. "I don't think anyone can."

       "Hey, don't say that!" Gojo cheered gleefully. "Why do you think I'm here? I'm here because I can help you. Trust me, sweetheart, if you stick with me, you'll never have to worry about anything else again."

       Junko slowly etched a smile on her lips at Gojo. He might seem childish and animated but he was funny and had a friendly aura to him. It made her think that maybe he can help her. He seems like he knew what he was doing.

      Gojo chuckled, seeing her smile. He considered that a win. This kid had been emotionless the entire time he began talking to her. So to see her slip up and smile, it honestly warmed his heart. She has a pretty smile.

          "How about we make a deal?" Gojo spoke up, moving a little closer to her. "I heard from your father that you have never been to Disneyland. And I imagine it must suck because you've been trapped in your compound this entire time."

        He noted the way her eyes slightly widened when he mentioned the amusement park. And he knew he got her attention fully.

        "You allow me to help you with your magic and the week we make it to Tokyo, we can go to Disneyland. Sounds good?"

        "......you promise?" Junko questioned, appearing skeptical. It sounded too good to be true so she really didn't trust his words.

         He stuck out his pink to her, allowing her to wrap her tiny pinkie around his.

      "I pinky promise." He promised, hooking his finger with hers. "And I'm serious about pinky promises. Or you have the free will to punch me in the face."

ooo.|                THE REST WAS HISTORY. Junko could honestly say that she has never had a more spontaneous life than the one she has with Gojo and enrolling into Jujutsu Tech. And despite just how childish and immature Gojo can be, she saw him as another parental figure in her life. But that didn't mean she was on bad terms with with own father. In fact, she and her father still very much love each other. They talk a lot and he sends her money. The Bushida family is also known for their generational wealth, so she was never hurting for money. But since Gojo practically raised her the rest of the way, she began to love him dearly for it. Even though he made her want to shove his head through a wall on an almost daily basis.

           But be that as it may, Junko, a lot like Itadori, was considered a high risk. Probably higher than a boy with the king of curses using his body. Because it is now known that she is the harbinger of chaos, her curse energy making chaos magic exist in her, she is this world's greatest threat. Human and Curse beings, alike. No one was safe from her and she doesn't want to be a threat. But a person who can help humanity thrive. And Gojo would rather die than to let the world see her as a monster.