Ghost . 幽霊

"Let's start with some classic Haikyuu!! episodes."

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The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the training grounds. Naomi stood a few paces away from Megumi, her eyes focused but her mind clearly elsewhere. The tension in the air was thick—Megumi was as stoic as ever, his expression unreadable as he readied himself to show her the next technique.

"Alright," Megumi said, his voice as steady as usual. "Try to focus on your movements. If you're going to train under someone like me, you're going to need to clear your head. Cursed energy won't follow any distraction."

Naomi nodded, her heart racing a little faster than it should have. It wasn't just the training that made her nervous—it was being so close to him. Her gaze drifted to his figure as he demonstrated a simple hand stance. Every movement was precise, controlled, almost effortless.

He's so...cool, Naomi thought, her chest tightening just slightly. Her fingers tingled with the energy he was using, and she could feel her own cursed energy flicker in response.

She quickly shook her head, trying to refocus. She couldn't let herself get distracted. But then, as if on instinct, she found herself watching Megumi more than she should.

"Are you ready?" he asked, breaking her concentration. He was already in a stance, waiting for her.

"Yeah." Naomi hesitated, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her neck. Focus, Naomi. Focus.

She focused on the position, the form, trying to replicate it as best she could. But it wasn't easy when Megumi's presence was so overwhelming, especially when he was this close. Every time she looked up, his intense, yet calming expression met hers, and the world around her seemed to blur for just a second.

She swung her arm to initiate the cursed energy flow, but the moment she raised her eyes to check his reaction, she felt the energy fizzle out, and the movement faltered.

"Again," Megumi said, his voice flat but somehow still patient. "Don't let your thoughts wander."

Naomi sighed, embarrassed. "Sorry, I just... I keep losing focus."

Megumi gave her a quick, almost imperceptible nod. "It happens. Try again."

Naomi was about to reset when she saw him glance over at her for just a moment, as if to make sure she was alright. His concern felt different from what she had experienced with others—he wasn't coddling her, but he was there, in his own quiet way, offering reassurance without saying a word.

And for a second, Naomi just stood there, the weight of her own feelings sinking in. Why does it feel like my heart is racing just from looking at him?

She pushed the thought aside, forcing herself to snap out of it. She had to focus, not just on the training, but on the bigger picture. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the sensation that there was something she hadn't yet acknowledged—something that made her feel warm whenever Megumi was around.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Nobara could be seen training with the second years, her usual boisterous energy unmistakable as she exchanged taunts with Panda and Maki. Naomi could hear their laughter, but her attention kept drifting back to Megumi.

She hadn't realized it before, but as she trained alongside him, she began to feel something new—something more than admiration, more than simple respect. The thought hit her like a bolt of lightning, and for a brief moment, Naomi almost laughed at how oblivious she had been.

Megumi, focused entirely on her training, didn't notice the slight change in her demeanor. But Naomi felt it: the budding realization that, perhaps without even meaning to, she had developed deeper feelings for him.

Megumi turned back to her, his expression still unreadable. "Ready for another round?"

Naomi nodded, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, at least for now. She couldn't let herself be distracted. But no matter how hard she tried, the image of his calm, collected face lingered, and with it, the soft stirring of something more.

As Naomi prepared herself for another round of training, trying to push her emotions aside, the familiar sound of footsteps on gravel caught her attention. She turned her head to see Gojo casually strolling toward them, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie and a relaxed smile on his face.

"Well, well, looks like someone's been busy," Gojo called out with his usual playful tone, glancing between Naomi and Megumi.

Naomi's heart skipped a beat, and she straightened up quickly, trying to hide the faint blush still coloring her cheeks. Her thoughts had been all over the place, but Gojo's sudden arrival made her feel like she had just been caught in the act. She cleared her throat, hoping her unease wasn't too obvious.

"Don't worry, I'm just training," Naomi said, a little more defensively than she meant. Her eyes darted over to Megumi for a moment, but quickly returned to Gojo, hoping her brother didn't pick up on the subtle tension in the air.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction. "Training, huh? Well, I'd say you're making good progress. Megumi, how's she doing?" He casually leaned against a nearby pillar, his gaze never leaving the two of them.

Megumi shrugged, his usual cool demeanor in place. "She's getting better, but she still has a long way to go. She's distracted sometimes, but that's expected."

Naomi stiffened a little, feeling the weight of his words. It wasn't that she was distracted—well, maybe she was, but it wasn't intentional. She didn't want to make a mess of her training or seem like she couldn't control herself, especially in front of Megumi.

Gojo's eyes twinkled mischievously as he stepped closer, crossing his arms. "You hear that, Naomi? Megumi thinks you need to focus more."

Naomi quickly shot him a glare, hoping he wasn't going to make things awkward. She didn't need him teasing her right now. She was already having a hard enough time with everything else—especially him being here and watching her train with Megumi.

"Stop joking around," Naomi muttered, trying to redirect the conversation. She could feel the heat rising in her face again. "I'm just trying to keep up, alright?"

Megumi noticed the shift in Naomi's mood, his usual unreadable expression giving way to a small, subtle sigh. He could tell she was a bit embarrassed, but he wasn't going to call her out on it. Instead, he offered her a gentle, encouraging nod. "You're doing fine. Just stay focused, and you'll improve faster than you think."

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender, sensing the awkwardness in the air. "Alright, alright. I'm not here to ruin the training session," he said with a grin. "But I'll admit, it's kind of cute watching you two."

Naomi let out a groan of frustration, and Megumi's expression flickered slightly, though he quickly regained his usual composure.

"I'm just watching you," Gojo said, smirking. "Anyway, Naomi, we should head back soon. You have a special training from my side." He shot a playful glance at Megumi. "And Megumi, don't go being too hard on her. I know how serious you can get."

Naomi stood there, feeling a little embarrassed by her brother's teasing but also grateful for Megumi's quiet support. She forced a small smile, the mix of emotions swirling in her chest confusing her more than ever.

"Yeah, I'll go back," she said softly, her gaze flicking back to Megumi for a brief second. "Thanks, Megumi."

Megumi just nodded, not saying much more, but his eyes lingered on her for a moment. There was something different in his gaze, something she couldn't quite place. Maybe it was just her imagination—or maybe not.

As Naomi turned to leave with Gojo, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disappointment at the thought of leaving the training grounds. She had learned a lot today, but more than that, she had realized something about herself—something she wasn't ready to confront yet. But as long as Megumi was there, and as long as Gojo remained by her side, maybe she could get through it.

For now, she would hold onto the quiet moments with Megumi, those fleeting seconds where her heart seemed to race for reasons she couldn't explain.

Gojo led Naomi through the familiar halls of the Jujutsu High building, his hands in his pockets as he hummed a carefree tune. Naomi followed behind, still processing their earlier training session. She wasn't sure what exactly Gojo had in mind, but she knew it would involve more... unconventional methods.

"Alright, Naomi, time for something new today," Gojo said, his tone light and mischievous, just like always. "I figured since you're starting to build up some cursed energy, you might as well learn to control it. You're going to watch some movies."

"Movies!! Like the ones we watch in tv...yes?..no.?." Naomi stands in disbelief, also pissed by the fact that her brother took a peaceful moment between Megumi and her.

" Yes yes.. And what's with that expression? Are you sad you had to leave Megumi?" Gojo smirks slowly nudging her while Naomi cheeks are red.

As Naomi stood there slightly nervous but determined. Her hands were shaking slightly, though she tried to hide it. Gojo, who was standing casually across from her, flashed her his usual mischievous grin. "Alright, Naomi, time to teach you the basics of cursed energy and techniques. You ready?"

Naomi nodded, though her heart was racing. She had learned a bit about cursed energy from Megumi and Nobara, but the idea of controlling it felt like an entirely different world.

Gojo threw two soda cans at her. She caught them with ease, though she was unsure of what to do next. Gojo continued with his trademark nonchalance, leaning against the wall as if they were just chatting. "Alright, so cursed energy is a bit like this soda inside the can. It's in you, just like it's in every living being. The can is your body, the energy's all bottled up inside. But once you shake it up..."

Before Naomi could react, Gojo crushed the can in his hand, causing it to explode with a fizzing noise. "Boom! That's cursed energy in action. If you're not careful, it bursts out uncontrollably, and you might end up causing a mess."

Naomi blinked, staring at the remnants of the can. "So... I have cursed energy in me? Like, right now?"

"Yep," Gojo grinned, tossing another can at her. "But don't worry, we'll teach you how to use it properly. Now, cursed techniques—think of them like your specific skill in volleyball. Just like how Hinata uses his quick attacks or Kageyama uses his set-ups to send the ball flying, cursed techniques are how you channel your energy. You've got it inside you, but you've gotta know how to release it the right way."

Naomi's eyes widened. "Like a volleyball spike?" she asked, somewhat amused by the analogy.

"Exactly!" Gojo said, clearly pleased. "You channel that energy just like Kageyama sets the ball perfectly for Hinata to spike. The difference is, you're the one using the energy, not someone else."

Naomi smiled, feeling a little more at ease. Volleyball was something she understood. "So, I can... use cursed energy like I use my movements in volleyball?"

"Exactly!" Gojo exclaimed. " But don't worry You will have company."

Naomi's confused as she looks up,"Wh-"

Her eyes landed on a figure sitting cross-legged on the floor. A very familiar figure. With spiky pink hair.

"Hey, Naomi!" Yuji greeted casually, waving at her like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Naomi blinked. Once. Twice.

And then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The walls practically shook from her scream as she stumbled back, pointing a trembling finger at him. "Y-Y-YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Yuji blinked. "Oh. Yeah, I guess everyone thinks that, huh?" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

Naomi wasn't listening. Her mind had already spiraled into a full-blown horror movie scenario. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" she shrieked, grabbing a random DVD case and hurling it at him. "IS THIS A CURSE?! DID SOMEONE RAISE YOU FROM THE DEAD?! GO BACK, YOU RESTLESS SOUL!!"

The DVD bounced harmlessly off Yuji's forehead. He looked mildly offended. "Ow."

Gojo, meanwhile, was doubled over, laughing so hard he was using the doorframe to support himself. "PFFT—AHHAHA! This is the best thing I've ever witnessed—!"

"Shut up, Satoru!!" Naomi yelled, still trying to process what was happening. "WHY IS NO ONE FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS?!"

Yuji held up his hands in defense. "Naomi, I swear, I'm not a ghost! It's really me!"

She wasn't convinced. "Prove it!"

Yuji thought for a moment. Then he sighed and muttered, "Megumi's favorite animal is a Divine Dog, but if he had to pick something normal, it'd be a rabbit."

Naomi gasped. "It really is you..."

"FINALLY."

But before Yuji could fully celebrate, Naomi grabbed another DVD and hurled it at his face.

"OW—WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"FOR DYING, YOU IDIOT!!!"

Gojo wheezed, wiping tears from under his blindfold. "Oh man, I should've recorded that."

Naomi glared at him, still panting. "I hate both of you."

"Anyway," Gojo finally said, clapping his hands together. "Now that we're past the 'Naomi Screams at Yuji for Five Minutes' segment, let's move on to the actual training!"

Naomi huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm never trusting you again, Satoru."

Yuji, rubbing his sore forehead, muttered, "Yeah, join the club."

Naomi sat on the couch, arms crossed, still scowling at Gojo while Yuji looked between them, clearly amused. She had just recovered from the absolute shock of seeing Yuji alive, and now she was expected to sit and watch movies with him? What kind of messed-up training was this?

Gojo, of course, grinned like he was enjoying every second of her misery. "Alright, listen up, brats! Training time!" He clapped his hands together dramatically.

Yuji perked up. "Oh? What kind of training? Are we gonna spar? Lift weights? Run until we drop?"

"None of that," Gojo said with an exaggerated smirk. "You two are gonna sit here and watch movies."

There was a long pause.

Naomi and Yuji exchanged glances before turning back to Gojo. "What?" they said in unison.

Gojo chuckled, walking over and dropping a DVD onto the table. "Training your cursed energy is all about constant flow," he explained. "Your body naturally releases energy, but if you can't keep it flowing consistently, you'll be wide open in battle."

Naomi frowned. "And what does that have to do with movies?"

Gojo raised a finger. "Glad you asked! To keep your cursed energy flowing, you'll be watching these movies while maintaining control." He then pulled out a small, worn-out doll with boxing gloves attached to its hands and casually placed it on the floor in front of them.

Yuji's eyebrows furrowed. "...What's with the ugly doll?"

"Oi, be nice. This little guy's name is Yaga's Training Doll 1.0!" Gojo gestured proudly at it. "And if your cursed energy stops flowing while watching the movies..."

Without warning, the doll suddenly snapped awake and punched Yuji straight in the face.

"OW!" Yuji yelped, recoiling as the doll reset itself and went still again.

Naomi burst out laughing. "Oh my god, that was amazing!"

"Shut up, Naomi!" Yuji grumbled, rubbing his nose. "Why didn't it punch you?"

Gojo shrugged. "Oh, it will."

Naomi immediately stopped laughing. "Wait, what?"

The second she let her guard down—BAM.

The doll socked her right in the gut, sending her toppling off the couch.

"AAACK—" Naomi gasped, curling up on the floor in pain. "WHAT THE HELL—?!"

Gojo casually dusted off his hands. "And that, my dear sister, is why you need to keep your cursed energy flowing."

Yuji snorted. "Karma's a thing, huh?"

Still clutching her stomach, Naomi glared at him. "I hope it punches you again."

Gojo ignored their bickering and continued, "Anyway, you'll be doing this for hours, so enjoy yourselves! I've handpicked some quality cinema just for you two." He picked up a DVD and waved it at them. "Let's start with some classic Haikyuu!! episodes."

Naomi blinked. "Wait, what?"

Gojo grinned. "Since you suck at controlling your energy, I figured I'd teach you in a way you'd actually pay attention—by using sports!"

Naomi gasped, "Oh! Yes. I love Haikyuu!!"

Yuji rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. You literally look like Hinata."

"Yeah is that so ..You look like Togepi" Naomi said rolling her eyes.

Gojo continued, "Now, imagine cursed energy like volleyball movement—constant, rhythmic, and always in motion. If you stop moving, the play dies. If you stop flowing your energy, you get punched."

SMACK.

The doll hit Naomi again.

"AAAAHHH WHY DOES IT HATE ME?!" she cried, flailing on the floor.

Yuji tried (and failed) to suppress a laugh. "You're terrible at this."

Naomi groaned. "I hate this training. I hate this doll. I hate you. I hate everything."

Gojo patted her head condescendingly. "Good luck, kiddos! I'll check in later. Try not to get beaten up too much."

With that, he vanished, leaving Naomi and Yuji to suffer at the hands of the world's most aggressive doll.

Yuji as Togepi is my vitamin.

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