Its Just Prison But Worse
You had everything laid out in preparation for tomorrow. You weren't usually this prepared, but something in you made you need to make every single thing perfect. Your uniform was laid, alongside whatever accessories you could sneak on, you had your shoes by your door all clean and polished, and you had every item you needed in your backpack. You think. Let's hope you didn't forget anything, even though that would be impossible with how many times you checked that you had everything. Now you just had to wait till your mom returned with your schedule, and an extra school blazer just in case.
The door to your house slammed shut (front doors are so loud I swear to the heavens) and cat skitter out to the living room. You jumped off your bed, rushing down the stairs. There stood your mom taking off her raincoat, since it was downpouring outside.
"The traffic today was crazy, it took me 20 minutes just to get out of the school," your mom complained, as you spotted a paper in her hand alongside a brown bag.
You rushed down the rest of the steps shouting, "Is that it? Is that my schedule?"
"Calm down child, you'd think it would be lottery results with how you're acting," she said, handing you the envelope.
You muttered a quick thank you, before running upstairs to your room. You closed the door and sat on your bed, grabbing your phone to call your best friend since 1st grade, Yuji Itadori. The two of you meant after what is now known as The Great Sandwich Debacle, a story for a later time.
Your phone rang, waiting for Yuji to pick up. The idiot barely answered his phone, but we did answer after a few rings.
"Did you get your schedule?" you exclaimed in excitement.
"I did," Yuji said, the sound of him opening an envelope in the background, "Send a picture."
"Already doing that," you replied, reading over your classes. Your schedule didn't seem too bad
(a/n I can't put pictures so please look at my tumblr that will be linked to view the schedule)
You looked at your schedules in horror, "WE HAVE ONE CLASS TOGETHER!" you shouted, making Yuji flinch.
"Calm down, it won't be that bad. We also have lunch together," he tried to reason.
"I swear, I'm suing whoever made our schedules, this is absolute blasphemy," you yelled over the phone.
Yuji was disappointed that you only had one class together, but it was better than none, "I don't think you can do that and it'll be fine. You can meet new people."
You were silent for a moment before saying, "You're legit the only friend I've had for years, and I don't want to meet new people," as you flung yourself onto your bed.
"They hey, maybe this is your chance to, anyway I have to go find my uniform now. I'll see you tomorrow," Yuji said before hanging up, leaving you alone to wallow.
You sat up and looked at your uniform which was laying on your bed. Your uniform wasn't the worst, consisting of a white button down that had the school name, Jujutsu High, on it, alongside the blazer that had the school crest. The skirt was the blue plaid one you opted for over the plain gray one, and tights underneath. There wasn't much to the uniform besides the blue tie, so you took some creative liberties and would try to get away with different patterned tights, and your personal jewelry that fit the dress code the best.
The dress code was as if it was made years ago before women even had rights. All skirts had to be no shorter 3' inches above the knee, with a school sanctioned white button up only. The only options for jackets were the blazer or some of the school's sweaters and sweater vests. The girls either had to wear long black, blue, or white socks with no lace, or black tights underneath the skirt, but it never specified if the tights had to be plain or not. Nail polish could only be black, white, neutral, or school colors, same as all hair accessories. The worst was the jewelry, girls could only wear studs that were 1/4' of an inch, or small hoops. Shoes had to be black whether they were Mary Janes, boots, or simple black flats.
The dress code was going to be the death of you, as it sucked out all individuality (a/n that dress code was my op and I made it less strict than it actually was).
So now with your dress code stricter than the people at the grocery store who won't give you 2 free samples, and your schedule that had no classes with your one friend, you came to the conclusion you were fucked. Might always get some sleep though, you thought, climbing into bed. Maybe you'll wake up and everything won't be so bad.
JUJU STROLL (1st grade)
a/n gege i think accidentally gave Yuji blond hair a couple times so that's why Yuji is blond in this and dyes his hair hehe
You had just returned from your classes trip to the library, your new book in your hand. When you sat down at your desk you put the book neatly in your backpack to read later. It was time for lunch after your library visit, so you went to grab your lunchbox from where you put it in your cubby.
There was a weird kid with blonde hair in front of your cubby zipping up your lunch box. Curious as to what he was doing to your precious lunch you stomped over to him.
"Who are you and why are you messing with my lunch?" you asked boldly, your arms crossed.
The boy looked like a deer in headlights, but managed to speak, "I-I wasn't doing anything," he obviously lied.
You leaned closer, eyes narrowing at the boy, "Then why were you zipping MY lunchbox?" you questioned.
"I wasn't," he defended, looking scared from being caught.
Not believing him you said, "Fine, then let me check for myself." You opened the lunchbox, analyzing the contents. Everything seemed normal so far. The apples were intact, so were the animal crackers (what kid wouldn't take the animal crackers), and so was your juice box. It took a minute but you finally noticed it, pulling out the bag.
"I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," you stated, holding out the bag, "This isn't peanut butter and jelly. Where's my sandwich?" you demanded.
"Uhh I don't know what you're talking about," the boy said, his voice very low, his hands messing with something in his hoodie pockets.
You took a closer look and could see a familiar outline in his hoodie pocket, "YOU STOLE MY SANDWICH," you shouted, loud enough that everyone heard, including the teacher.
"No I didn't," Yuji argued back.
"Yes you did."
"Nuh uh."
"Yuh uh."
"Nuh uh."
"Yuh uh."
"Nuh uh."
"Give me back my sandwich," you demanded, reaching to grab it, but he took a step back. You were annoyed and now full on attacking the boy. You chased him all over the classroom before the teacher intervened.
"Yuji Itadori and Y/N L/N, what are you doing?" she asked sternly, stopping both of you.
Before Yuji could even think of words you spoke first, "Yuji took my sandwich and won't give it back," you accused.
"Is that true Yuji?" your teacher asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Yuji looked down at the ground, slowly nodding his head, as he took the sandwich out of his pocket, "I did, I'm sorry."
"Give the sandwich back, and we don't steal other people's food, understand?" she lectured him, scaring you also.
"Yes," he mumbled shyly, "I understand," he handed you your sandwich back. The teacher, satisfied, left you two alone to go deal with some sort of work.
"Why did you take my sandwich?" you asked, curious to why someone would steal a sandwich, and trade it for another one.
Yuji looked down at the ground, kicking his foot before speaking, "I don't like ham and cheese, my brother does," he muttered quietly. While only being in 1st grade you could still understand what he meant, and why he switched the sandwiches.
"Well, I don't mind ham and cheese," you said, offering him the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gesture that would live on forever.