❝she knows her place❞

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!", marri shouted, running over to the kyoto students in slow motion meanwhile everyone else around them just awkwardly watched.

"happy new year marri. you look excited", iori smiled.

"mhm!! we're waiting for the zenin clan and I'm SUPER excited to meet them", the little girl said.

marri then gasped as she skipped over to miwa.

"miwa-chan, how are you?", the girl asked.

"I-I'm good", the blue-haired girl internally fangirled.

"great! are you dating mecha-mecha yet?", the girl whispered, to which miwa blinked twice before her entire head combusted into flames.

"I'll take that as a no", marri hummed to herself as she glared at mechamaru, making the robot flinch.

the girl then made some weird hand motions, obviously signaling for the man to hurry up and ask miwa out already.

before marri could catch up with the rest of the kyoto students, marri had spotted tōji, to which she had immediately ran over to the male who was begrudgingly trudging beside the zenin clan.

"oh, well if it isn't gojō satoru", a condescending voice had sneered.

"oh, well if it isn't...who are you again? sorry, you're just so irrelevant", satoru hummed, putting on a fake smile.

"as much of an annoying imbecile as always, I see".

"talk to me when you become the strongest, dipshit".

"MR. TŌJI!! LOOK AT MY BLUE KIMONO! IT HAS FISH ON IT!! I named this one after you", marri pointed, to which tōji had snorted as an outline of a black fish was on the girl's shoulder.

"and the little one beside it is goomi, because you two are father and son. and you two are fishiguros, get it?"

"listen brat, it's FU-SHI-GU-RO", the man pronounced.

"yes, I know it's fishiguro. now—"

"oho? and who's this little one?", the zenin male asked.

marri looked up as she suddenly gripped onto tōji's hand, just because her radar had sensed that this man's vibes were a bit off.

"gojō marri, and you are?"

"zenin naoya, the heir to the zenin clan. it's a pity that you're born a girl. I bet your father's disappointed", the man sighed, to which tōji had rolled his eyes and picked marri up.

"no one gives a shit about your ideals, naoya. fuck off", tōji said as he brought the little girl towards where everyone else was.

"don't listen to him okay? he's just a bit wack in the head", tōji muttered, making marri giggle.

everybody prayed to their gods — no, not sukuna — and wished for the changes that they desired for the rest of the year.

"TIME TO EAT!", itadori and marri cheered at the same time, to which the girl had begged for sukuna to switch out, as she wanted to sit beside him and tōji.

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satoru was a bit salty that his own daughter didn't want to sit beside him, but nevertheless, the man was close by, along with kugisaki, yoshino, and megumi.

marri had also quickly recognized all the zenin clan members, as she remembered all the tea her father had spilled previously.

meanwhile everyone from the kamo, the zenin, the gojō clan — which is only two people — and the rest of the sorcerers (and sukuna) had settled down in the same room, marri had picked up her chopsticks and started picking at the fish.

"child, you're supposed to wait for the adults first before dining", the head of the kamo clan spoke out.

"why? and my name's marri", the girl said, to which sukuna and tōji had dug in too, cutting the meatballs in half so that marri wouldn't choke when eating.

"because it's—"

"don't bother, noriko-san. she's a mere child and probably wasn't taught manners", naoya interrupted.

"well clearly you're not much better since you just interrupted the head of the kamo clan. it's okay noriko-san, I won't ever interrupt you", the girl smiled as she continued eating, picking out the vegetables only to put them back into her bowl when she received a stare from satoru.

kamo then glanced over at his father as he softly sighed.

everyone awkwardly ate as marri suddenly spoke up, not caring that everybody could hear her conversation.

it was new years, and she refused to have a tense dinner.

"s'kuna, do you like the soup?", marri asks.

sukuna grunted. "tastes kind of weird".

"right? it's like....a bit salty...", the little girl hummed, putting her bowl down as she pushed it away, eating more fish and picking up a lobster leg.

"mr. tōji, help please", marri requested, handing the lobster leg to the dark-haired male as tōji easily broke it and gathered all the meat for the girl.

"thank you~"

"say, gojō-san, has your child developed a technique yet? it might be ideal for you to plan her wedding as soon as she turns eighteen so that she can at least be somewhat useful", naoya commented, making the air even more insufferable as many pairs of eyes were now glaring at the zenin heir.

"I'm four", marri stated. "and I'll domain expand your arse by the time I turn seven if you keep talking down to me like this", the little girl warned.

naoya only snorted.

"watch your mouth little one. I'm the heir to the zenin clan".

"I heard you the first time you said it. and I'm the heiress to the gojō clan, what's your point?"

naoya grinned, his patronizing stare becoming even harsher meanwhile everybody else just watched and observed.

"that's funny, because I don't recall women being able to take over a clan".

"well then guess I'll be the first, or maybe after maki-chan, since she's clearly better suited for the position than you", marri shrugged, now making naoya pissed.

"you—"

"anyways, I'm full. it's really tiring talking to a masochist who—"

"it's misogynist", tōji lowly corrected.

"it's really tiring talking to a misogynist who has major bottom energy, so I'll be taking a nap now. please don't wake me until the fireworks start", marri yawned as she crawled onto sukuna's lap and dropped dead asleep.

everyone's jaw dropped — including satoru's — as marri didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable.

after all, why would she be? when she's in the arms of her favorite curse sleeping away as she had just spat out facts.