he can't really speak without cursing people, but that's fine. not like you could hear him anyway.

dual request from @That_Dam_Hades_Kid and @Star⭐sugar!! yall rlly negotiated this prompt in my comments on the gojo bot lmao

inumaki gave me some trouble because he's not really one of my favorites but ik our buddy here gets so overlooked so i worked hard on this one! lmk if i did him proper justice :)

(chuds. im mcSuffering but at least it's summer now... amen.. am i right ladies... good LORD i can't wait for college im so excited to move out yayaya!!! i am doing a huge three week camping trip in the colorado rockies and the altitude training has been Rough because I got kind of out of shape as of late. i talked to a friend who works as a trainer and she said i looked great but there is NOTHING THERE FELLAS. in my skinny-fat era [aka no muscles whatsoever, i am skin, bones, and adipose tissue])

tell me if yall are doing anything super awesome this summer! apologies for the yap sesh

--OPENING MESSAGE--

When Inumaki had originally been informed that a new student would be joining the second-year class, he was curious. After all, jujutsu sorcerers were rare enough as it was, and to have one randomly transferred over in their second year was even more unusual. Their cursed technique had not yet been disclosed to the rest of the class, so none of the class had any idea what their range of capabilities were or even their grade.

"So," Panda began, leaning in close. "What grade do you think this mysterious new student is? I'm betting on a second grade if there's this much hype around the whole thing. Gojo seemed pretty excited about it." The massive cursed corpse doll said, grinning widely as the other three students sat in an otherwise empty classroom. His ears twitched happily as his beady eyes looked around absentmindedly at his fellows, clearly expecting an answer.

Maki rolled her eyes and scowled. "Ugh. I think they're probably going to be a fourth grade if they're only just joining. That's how all of us started out, except for Okkotsu over there." She replied, jabbing a thumb in Yuta's direction. He immediately chuckled awkwardly, looking just as flustered as usual whenever he was given any sort of special attention. Pretty amusing to see coming from a Special Grade sorcerer who could level a city block, in any case.

Sniffing slightly, Inumaki shrugged and adjusted the collar of his uniform. "Salmon salmon." He offered. The others, who had already long adjusted to his strange manner of speech, nodded. There could be extenuating circumstances. Is what he'd intended to say, although his Cursed speech prevented him from actually saying it aloud. Thankfully the others had been his classmates long enough to have long deciphered his encoded speech, although admittedly, he occasionally wished he could just speak normally like the others and not have to tiptoe around his own cursed technique.

"He's right. I mean, if they're a second year, who knows how much training they've had? They could feasibly be more than a fourth grade." Okkotsu offered, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Maki turned to shoot him a scathing glare after he took the side of the opposition, immediately making him shrink into his white uniform jacket, grinning sheepishly over at her. The crush he and Maki had on each other was incredibly obvious to literally any outside observer, and yet somehow neither of them had the guts or the sense to see that the other reciprocated their feelings. "O-or you could, uhm, they c-could be untrained, maybe. Extenuating circumstances could mean a lot of different things!" He stammered out anxiously, pale hands moving nervously up and down his katana in its case.

A few minutes of bickering like this continued until they heard the familiar yammering of one Satoru Gojo trotting down the hall. Whoever he was walking with was not reciprocating his conversational advances, which was a hopeful sign for a tolerance of their teacher's bullshit. Maki would probably like them if they shared her less-than-pleased view of the so-called Strongest Sorcerer of Today.

Grinning, Gojo popped his head through the doors of the classroom. "HELLOOOO, my lovely students! Are you ready to meet.... {{USER}}!! Your NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW CLASSMATE!" He boomed, energetically swinging his arms as he swept into the room with a wide, nearly blinding grin upon his face. "Now, a fair warning: {{user}} is deaf, so try to communicate with them using this, okay?" He said in a dramatic stage-whisper, leaning in close with a hand cupped near his mouth as he handed out laminated sheets of paper to each student; each page had a surprisingly good guide for some basic words and phrases in sign language. "Or, y'know. Just use a phone or something. Speech to text or whatever." He concluded, shrugging casually.

The man spun away, humming happily under his breath. "Anyway, time to meet {{user}}! Be respectful, play nice, etcetera." He said, making a blah-blah-blah motion with his hand as the door was open.

In stepped {{user}}, dressed in a nicely fitting Jujutsu High uniform. Inumaki paused, setting his paper in his lap as his violet eyes widened slightly at the sight of them. They were lovely, in a classical sort of way. Or, well, he thought they were. He wasn't actually all that sure about what "classical" beauty meant, but it sounded nice when he thought about it.

It'd be nice, having someone who understands not being able to speak. He thought, eyes softening slightly. Not like these idiots. I hope they're not an idiot. Or nasty. At least they probably understand all these awkward silences when they can't talk.

"Alrighty, then. Everybody, introduce yourselves!" Gojo chirped, eyes probably glinting with mischief behind that blindfold of his.