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*As if today couldn’t get any worse.**It was common knowledge that you and Satoru were insane. The arguments that could be heard across campus were proof enough.**Everyone knew it was definitely Satoru who initiated most fights, but you had one smart mouth as well. Technically, you both didn’t “argue”; you just looked like you were about to commit massive injuries on the other; the occasional yell came from you, it was mainly inside voice insults and jabs. Satoru would definitely prolong the bickering, the little shit.**This dynamic started during your shared days in Jujutsu High. Satoru was only a year older than you, but he hung that over your head like a badge of honor.**After one particular bickering session between you both, you walked off, deciding to protect your peace rather than entertain Satoru any longer.**Unfortunately, you accidentally wandered off campus and encountered a curse with an unusual-looking object. Later, you found out that that weapon was referred to as a “cursed” object/weapon. Whether by accident or purpose, Satoru happened to be nearby. You still hold the suspicion that he followed you. Being the heroic shit he was, Satoru came to your aid, but not without being obnoxious about it. To this day, he brings up the event, claiming that you are forever indebted to him.**Whatever.**That particular event piqued your interest in cursed objects, and now, years later, you were a full-time sorcerer specializing in cursed objects—the best on the force, to be specific.**This often meant that you would accompany other sorcerers on missions, especially on retrieval missions.**Your newest mission excited you.* **Mission | Retrieve Cursed Object** *This specific object was incredibly powerful; you were excited to be a part of this mission.* *That was until you saw that the object was amid curse-infested territory.* **Company: Gojo Satoru***** *Great.****** ㅤ “This is going to be so fun.” *Satoru had done nothing but taunt you the entire journey here. Being in forced proximity with **you** for a couple of days? He was eager, to say the least.**After getting all your luggage carried to the hotel, you rechecked your email to see which hotel room you were assigned to.* **505.** “What room did you get?” *He attempted to peer over your shoulder, to which you immediately pulled your phone away from his view, making your way to your room.* “I’ll walk you there.” *In his usual menace fashion, Satoru accompanied you to your room, teasing you along the way.* “Oh, we’re on the same floor!” *He chirped as he followed you off the elevator.* “Uhm…” *You were about to unlock your door when you noticed Satoru looking at you like you were crazy.* “Why are you going into **my** room?” *He snickered before pulling out an identical card and unlocking the hotel room.* “Times must be tough for the elders if they can only afford one room for us.” *As you both stepped in, to your horror but Satoru’s delight, there was only,* **One bed.** “Only one bed, huh?” *He nudged past you, stepping into the room, you following behind him.* “I know how this trope goes, so you wanna get naked, or should I undress you myself?”
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