✦〈 “ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐, 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘌 ────

[encia]

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a jjk one x one 'between my
selfxxxxxxandxxxxxxdaifuku
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𝘐𝘍 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘕'𝘛
xxxxxx𝘔𝘌𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕, 𝘐



•xxxx•xxxx•xxxx•xxxx•xxxx𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘞𝘌 𝘉𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞?

[daifuku]

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xxxxxxx𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗜𝗦 !!

currently in his third year of teaching at kyoto
jujustu xhigh, xisamu is a grade xone sorcerer
whose xcursed xtechnique is the manipulation
magnetic and electric fields. xin doing so, he's
mainly xable to xcontrol xthe xmovement xof
magnetic xmetals, xbut he can do other niche
things like generate electricity, say, to charge
his phone. naturally, behind the scenes, he is
quite the xphysics xnerd. xfavouring a bow in
combat, xhe xuses xiron-tipped xarrows xand
controls their xmovement through his ability.
he xalso xkeeps xseveral xdaggers on him for
fighting in close quarters, and can also throw
and xcontrol xthose xin xa xsimilar xxmanner.

xxxxxxx𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 !!

x
xxxx𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 !!

GIVEN NAME. xxxxxxxxxxxl kobu isamu [久保勇]
PRONOUNS. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx he/him
ORIENTATION. xxxxxxxxxxxx homorom homosex
AGE. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx twenty-three
DOB. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxl december 29th
AFFILIATION. xxxxxxxxxxxxx kyoto high teacher
HEIGHT. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx five foot eleven
EYE COLOUR. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ebony
HAIR COLOUR. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxl dark brown
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xxxxxxxxx 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 !!

xxx

xxxxxxx𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 !!

hailing from the heart of kyoto, isamu grew up
in a family of mediocre jujustu sorcerers. xhe's
not xnaturally xtalented, xbut xhe xis xinnately
ambitious and prideful. his resulting work ethic
is xpaired xxwith xxalmost xxreckless xcourage.
unexpectedly, he can be quite the thrill seeker,
unafraid to push his xlimits and xexecute plans
that xxborder xon xthe xxedge xxof xxinsanity.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 !!

to an outsider, xisamu is dreary, xirritable and
way too serious. he has an unwavering resolve
when it xcomes to his xjob as xboth a xjujustu
sorcerer xand xa xteacher, xxtaking xeven the
simplest of xtasks to be the xmost ximportant
ones xof his xlife. he prefers to xwork xalone;
navigating xsocial xdynamics xand xhaving xto
accommodate other people is a hassle to him.
however, despite the fact that he's not one to
be cheerful or explicitly warm and caring, he's
not entirely heartless. for those he values, he
reserves all his xpatience and effort. xhe is as
dedicated xto xthem as xhe xis xto xhis xwork.

xxxxxx𝗜 𝗗𝗢
xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝗜 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 !!

[encia]

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𝐈 kisaragi (l; 如, likeness + 月, moo
n) 'eizen (f; 永, eternity + 善, virtu
e) 𝐈𝐈 mainly goes by eizen 𝐈𝐈𝐈 22, b
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𝐈'𝐌x'𝐀x'𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎!

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄x'𝐀𝐋𝐋x'𝐒𝐎x'𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃

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e one. in fact, when people hear h
is name, the first thing that comes
to mind is the word "crazy". 'but cr
azy might bexa tad bit of an under
statement for him.x.aside from his
(arguably lesser known) 'rep as a 'g
enius,xhe also has axfairly bad rep
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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆x'𝐀𝐓?

the new hire at kyoto high. initial
ly 'starting out 'as a grade two sor
cerer when he enrolled at 16,x'he
very 'quickly 'rose 'to 'grade one 'a
mere 6 months later, 'earning him
self a reputation as a genius.x'des
pite that, he doesn't really act lik
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𝐖𝐇𝐎x'𝐀𝐑𝐄x'𝐘𝐎𝐔

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amongst the other jujutsu sorcerers, 'mainly because of his, 'well... 'to
say the least, 'crazy antics. 'a whimsical man who marches to the beat
of his own drum, he does whatever he wants, when he wants. if anyth
ing catches his interest, 'you'd better pray he loses interest quick, 'bec
ause once he's fixated on it,x'he forgets about everything else.x'he has
a one-track mind when it comes to things he's interested in.x'for exam
ple,xone time during a mission, 'he got too distracted trying to dissect
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orn on 04/28 𝐈𝐕 cismale (he/
him) 𝐕 asexual/homoromanti
c .𝐕𝐈 willowy build, stands at
177cm '𝐕𝐈𝐈 dark brown hair, c
rimson red eyes,xivory compl
exion 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 grade 1 sorcerer; t
eacher 'at 'kyoto 'jujutsu high
𝐈𝐗 his cursed technique "all-s
eeing eyes" gives him heighte
ned visual senses, allowing hi
m 'to see 'what would be 'imp
ossible for others,x'as well as
the future 'to a small extent.
his vision 'can also 'be extend
ed or shared by touching a su
rfacexorxothersxrespectively

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a curse that a mission that would've normally
taken him a mere hour to complete took him
several. 'despite that, the higher-ups can't re
ally do anything to him,x'due to the fact that
he's actually competent at his job.x'he likes t
o hide this fact though,x'because,x'in his own
words,x"it's way too troublesome".x'he knows
a lot of things due toxhow his cursed techniq
ue is always active, 'but he always pretends l
ike he knows nothing to avoid unwanted trou
ble. he's not the type to pry into things unles
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍x
xxxx.𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅!

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s he really, really has to. 'fairly easy-going, n
early to the point of indifference. he's alway
s seen with a relaxed smile on his face, even
during the most dangerous of situations. peo
ple have wondered whether he's actually me
ntally sound, 'sometimes even straight to his
face, and he always replies with the same m
ysterious smile. in truth, he doesn't quite un
derstand emotions, 'and as a child, 'he often
wore a blank expression, even during situati
ons where one would normally feel angry, or

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e in a blue moon it does, and th
e blank expression 'unlike his us
ual carefree smilexcan be a tad
bit frightening. he doesn't quite
mindxwhat others 'think of 'him
anymore,x''but he tries to be as
cordial (or at least, what he thi
nks is friendly enough) as he ca
n to others. he's not above mak
ing a 'few snide remarks 'here a
nd there 'if the 'other person 'w
as rude first though.xhe enjoys
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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓xxxxx.

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even sad. 'because of that, others oft
en avoided him, 'saying that he was c
reepy. at some point, someone told h
im to try smiling more, 'and ever sinc
e then, 'he's taken that advice to hea
rt. his smile rarely ever slips, but onc
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solutely sucks at making, 'let alone keeping, fri
ends.x'despite being good at basically anything
he tries, 'the one thing he can't do is properly s
ocialisex'(and getting animals to approach him,
but that's not important right now). unfortunat
ely,xxxx.emotions is a forever problem for him.
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𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
xxxxxxxx𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎!

teasing others about f
airly 'random things 'h
e saw them do, 'like t
alk 'to ''the 'stray 'cats
when they thought no
one was watching, 'be
fore 'immediately den
ying that 'he ever saw
anything. for pretty o
bvious reasons, 'he ab
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[encia]

“ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 ! ── » 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐎𝐇, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 !

indent"eizen," the principal addressed him with narrowed eyes, heaving a loud sigh, which was most definitely not one of relief. it had only been maybe about 3 or 4 years since he last saw this middle-aged man— back when he graduated from this very school— but it seemed like the wrinkles on his forehead had increased exponentially. if you looked hard enough— or not really, since his sight's pretty good—, it seemed like he was starting a grow a full head of white hair, too.
indentit seemed like the principal hadn't been looking forward to this moment whatsoever. dreaded this moment, even. too bad for him.
indent"yes?" eizen answered in an innocent voice, and coupled with that smile of his, any outsider might've thought he'd done nothing wrong. but unfortunately for him, there were no outsiders in that little room consisting of just him and the principal, who was oh-so-familiar with his absolutely awful reputation.
indentthe principal let out another sigh as he shook his head with a soft "forget it". "as long as you do your job properly, and if it doesn't harm any of the students," the principal's faced scrunched up as he seemed to very reluctantly continue, "i'll overlook any of the... incidents you might cause."
indent"don't worry, i'm not planning on causing too much trouble," eizen let out a soft chuckle as he half-heartedly reassured the old-looking man. "no pinky promises on that though."
indentthe principal simply narrowed his eyes further at that statement, but he said nothing else before handing him a stack of papers held together by a binder clip. "all the information on the students in your class are in there. they're having another class right now so-"
indent"nice, nice," but before the principal could finish his sentence, the brown-haired man had already interrupted him as he slowly got up from the chair. as he slowly stretched his arms, he nonchalantly said, "who cares 'bout their current class? i wanna go and meet them right now~"
indent"hey, wait-" and with that, he left the room, leaving the principal no room to utter even a single word.

indenteizen flipped through the pages as his eyes quickly scanned each of them for info. the students' names, photos, ages, hometowns, and all of the other basic stuff were there. plus, their techniques, and details on how it worked. there were even notes on the students, seemingly written from the previous homeroom teacher. how passionate.
indentkageura yuzuka. seems like her technique allows her to summon familiars, and that those familiars appear as tattoos on her skin. how interesting. he briefly wondered if she could summon whatever was tattooed on her body— even items. just then, the principal's words echoed in his head. i guess i won't be finding the answer to that.
indentninomiya hanabi. innate technique allows her to manipulate heat. hmm, could she act like a human microwave? that would be pretty interesting to try, wouldn't it? mighty convenient if she could, you know. he was curious as to the answer, but then again. listen to the old man, he reminded himself.
indenthuh, only two students in this class? they're 3rd years, so did one of their classmates... pass on a bit too early? that was a pretty common occurrence in both kyoto high and tokyo high. but when he flipped through the stack of papers just now, that didn't seem to be the case. just a small class, then.
indentcome to think of it, that nino something person... her technique reminded him of a certain someone he worked with a long time ago, during his mission to be promoted to a grade one. that one guy with the technique that went bzzt, and zap, and made his hair go straight every time he touched the guy. what was his name again... isa, isa something? it wasn't really coming to mind right now.
indent... oh well, who cares? if he continued to work as a jujutsu sorcerer, he was definitely sure to meet that guy again.

indenthey. come to think of it, he left before the principal even got to tell him where their classroom was at. and now, he wasn't quite sure where he was supposed to be headed towards. whoopsie. he did a little oopsie on his part.
indenthe could just walk towards where he remembered the 3rd years' classroom to be back when he was still a student, but that would be pretty awkward if he were to barge into a random class and interrupt, right? not that he cared, but still. i'd like to see the looks on their faces, though. whatever. why think when he had the perfect technique for scouting?
indenteizen put his hand onto the wall, and a moment later, slits appeared on the walls, at an increasing speed as it got further and further from him. when he closed his eyes, the slits widened to reveal eyes— with irises of several different shades of colors— which flicked around, scanning their surroundings.
indenthow creepy. those words echoed in his head, but he couldn't quite remember who uttered them right in his face that time.
indentusing this technique is such a pain... he grumbled to himself silently. his entire vision was filled with classrooms— some with a few students and a teacher, others with nobody at all— and other random rooms he only remembered seeing whenever he used his technique. brown-haired girl and a red-haired girl... and with someone that seems like a teacher...
indentah, there. a mostly empty classroom with three people inside, who all seemed to be looking straight into his eyes. the eyes on the walls slowly faded as he removed his hand from the wall, and the corner of his lips turned upwards.
indentit really is a small world.

indentit only took a matter of minutes before eizen came barging into the classroom, slamming the door wide open and all.
indent"isamu!" as he called out to the black-haired man, he dragged on every syllable. "long time no see! miss me? it's been like, what, four years, at least?" his signature cheerful smile was plastered right onto his face as he draped an arm over the other's shoulder.
indentthe two girls sitting at their desks were clearly confused by what was happening right in front of them, but one of them decided to speak up. "even if you guys are long lost friends or whatever, you shouldn't be interrupting class just for that-"
indent"hm?" he turned to the brown-haired girl, then back to the black-haired man beside him, tilting his head ever so slightly in puzzlement before it hit him. what he came here for. "oh, right! i forgot to mention. i'll be your homeroom teacher, effective today."
indentit seemed like they were most definitely not pleased with that, judging from the expressions on their faces.

[daifuku]

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─── 𝗞𝗢𝗕𝗨 𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ” 〉✦

earlier, the principal informed isamu that a new coworker would be arriving today. he knew for several weeks that he would be teaching with someone else going forwards as a result of his class size doubling, but for some reason, the principal stubbornly avoided disclosing the identity of their chosen hire. despite isamu's persistence, the principal wouldn't budge. it was unusual behaviour ─ isamu was decently well-respected (in his opinion), and he couldn't remember a time where anyone withheld knowledge from him for any reason. more than that, he really hated being kept in the dark. he was just about to twist the information from a younger, more pliable administrative member before his phone beeped, reminding him that it was time for class. he shelved the puzzle in the back of his mind, and left the staff room to continue the day as usual.

but, as the door to his classroom flung open with a bang, he now knew why the principal had been acting so oddly.

kisaragi eizen. an old classmate and an work partner, much to isamu's distaste. the infamous user of 'all-seeing eyes' who was quite a nuisance to him, both in the past and present. during their student days, eizen always bested him. he could predict his every move, owing to the fact that he could see magnetic and electric fields with his innate technique. isamu knew this, given that eizen had shared his vision with him many times through the very hand that was now wrapped around his shoulder.

the scattered paper clips on his desk flew into the air as both his and eizen's hair stood on end. static crackled through the air for a brief moment before isamu was able to compose himself. well, he wasn't completely calm, but he was at least a bit farther away from sending arrows flying at the brown-haired, red-eyed work of the devil standing way too close to him for his comfort. he met eizen's eyes, daring the other to read exactly how he was feeling. he needed someone to know how peeved he was, even if it was the exact person who was the cause, and the exact person who would get the biggest kick out of his irritation.

of all people, why eizen? isamu couldn't fathom their principal's choice. sure eizen was (unfortunately) talented, but isamu could make an exhaustive list of reasons why he was not fit for a teaching job. he didn't take anything seriously, he was a hazard especially to young and inexperienced students, he was unpredictable, prodigies can't explain anything to save their life, et cetera, et cetera. but to sum it all up, he was annoying to no end. like, so annoying that a newborn baby would experience an emotional waking to anger at his antics. isamu was itching to march straight to the principal's office and demand an explanation, but with once glance at eizen's smug grin, and he decided it wouldn't be safe to leave that scheming sorcerer alone with his students. he tried to casually brush off eizen's arm to no avail. it felt as if it was made of lead. seriously, was that guy so determined to aggravate him?

it had been a while since isamu last needed more than a deep breath or two to pull himself together, but in this instance, he needed at least five. he pressed a hand to his forehead, eyebrows scrunching up in frustration. eventually, he was able to look up at yuzuka and hanabi, who gazed at him and eizen with dumbfounded stares. so much for saving face in front of them. they probably couldn't fathom the fact that isamu would ever associate with a man like eizen (and isamu himself didn't want to admit it). it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter though.

"right, so as i was telling you all this morning, we'll be having two transfer students from tokyo arrive today." isamu spoke with as much nonchalance as he could manage, which wasn't much at all. his strained voice betrayed the tension holding his body hostage. "and no, hanabi, they are both guys, so none of them will be your type." it was a feeble attempt at cracking a joke, and an uncharacteristic one that revealed rather than disguised his discomfort. hanabi though, bless her soul, played along with a dramatic sigh. he rolled his eyes as yuzuka reached over to comfort her peer, who was still acting the part, seeming to deflate in front of him. the transfers were fraternal twins with techniques straight out of a cliche ─ tsuda chiasa, an illusionist who manipulated light, and tsuda tetsuya, who could draw speed and strength from the shadows. isamu had already been worrying about how the arrival of two new students would affect their class dynamic, but now he had more to be concerned about than just them.

he looked back at eizen, hoping that perhaps this was an hallucination of his own. he'd rather be crazy than eizen be real, but no amount of blinking and squinting would make the person in beside him disappear. he felt his energy draining away with each tick of the clock. "anyways, because of that, we have a new teacher joining us from now on. we'll be teaching the class together, so make sure to treat us both with..." isamu trailed off, eyes drifting to the window. "with... an equal amount of respect," he finished reluctantly, finally managing to shake off eizen's arm. he immediately put distance between them, brushing off his jacket sleeves and smoothing down his hair. "eizen is..." he struggled to find the words. a complete lunatic? an irritating bug, like a mosquito? an incomprehensible, babbling, self-centered fool? isamu couldn't think of a way to describe eizen that didn't involve some sort of slander. "never mind. you can just introduce yourself, eizen."