Scarlet Eyes (Gojo Satoru x OC)

❦ XLIV. extraction

Kumori tapped her finger on the table as she waited in the dentist's office. She arrived just five minutes ago, and was waiting to be summoned by one of the attendants. It wasn't her first time seen being seated in that office that day. 

She remembered what her visit entailed. And to say the least, it was nowhere near conventional. 

"Are you sure about this Zenin-san?" Sora Suzuki asked her with an unconvinced raised brow. She had her lips pursed as she looked at the deadpanned ravenette, her dark eyes set into a heavy frown. Kumori wasn't making eye contact with the attendant as she went over the calculations in her head.

Suzuki came from a shaman family but chose to depart from that world awhile ago. Kumori did her research well to find this place.

"Fighting curses weren't the only thing they taught at the college you know. It's a technical college sure, but we were taught things as simple as maths," Kumori scoffed. 

"Of course...but administering anesthesia calculations?"

Kumori sighed as she recalled the conversation she had with Gojo's dentist that morning. He had to get his wisdom teeth removed, with no surprise from anyone for that matter since he always ate sweets, though his reverse cursed technique should've cancelled the pain. But there was so much the god-given gift could do for a person, and removal of those teeth was just not it. 

"Can't I just rip it out myself and then just heal the wound? Or better yet, you heal it?" He whined as she dragged him to the dentist's office.

"Can you handle the pain?" She glared at him. But to her dismay, he gave her one of those shit-eating grins of his.

"I survived a stab to my head and throat plus seven other stabs to my legs and abdomen. I think I can handle my teeth getting pulled," he  said with that egotistical cocky 'I'm the strongest' tone. It never worked to reassure her like it did for others. 

"Oh yeah? Then I'll just rip it out myself," She said as she turned to face him, her right hand raised and black shadows started to form. He, of course and understandably, stepped back for his own safety. 

"On second thought, I'll pass," He laughed. Kumori clicked her tongue already knowing his answer. 

"That's what I thought."

Did she have a license in this? No. But Kumori also knew if she made a mistake, Gojo wouldn't die...literally. Figuratively on the other hand... he wasn't an annoying brat for nothing in her eyes. But he had reverse cursed technique to nullify any of her mistakes. 

"Age 21, male. 196 pounds and doesn't consume alcohol. Ketamine would usually suffice but in this case I think we should give him Propofol," Kumori passed the chart over to the dentist, whom only scratched their head. 

"Propofol is used for major surgeries though. Is it that hard to get the guy to fall asleep?" Suzuki glanced at her. 

"He doesn't drink alcohol normally, which means we have to add even more. Sedation methods aren't easy either since his reverse curse technique will just cancel it out," Kumori grumbled. "Maybe I should knock him out."

"You can do that?" Suzuki raised a brow. Kumori tapped her fingers a few times in thought.

"Well yeah. But it isn't as safe as when he does it," Kumori pursed her lips. "It's fine I trust myself."

"How reassuring," Suzuki sighed.

"So you are taking my tooth out," Gojo said when she walked into the room. Kumori gave him a once over before breathing out a sigh. This whole ordeal proved to be more of a hassle than she anticipated.