Streets-Toji Fushiguro 🥵

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The beginning of this guy trying to learn more about me.

This guy didn't get any hints I was giving him so much so Satoru started to hate this man.

And getting information is a two-way street. From what I had gathered...getting more information about him, I learned about him...Toji Zenin, a non-curse user with no innate talent for jujutsu and practically no use to the Zenin clan because their clan values powerful cursed techniques above all else and reject their own family members if they don't deem their power acceptable. It was quite interesting to see how he was still able to be a part of it.

  "Ah, Six-eyes beautiful sister," he grunted through gritted teeth, raising his head slightly.

I simply rolled my eyes and focused back on the night sky above me. I couldn't care to give him my name no matter how many times he asked.

It didn't take a genius to know that he took the liberty to sit beside me with one hand holding his abdomen.

"You should have gone to the Zenin compound if you have a nasty wound like that."

With that his body slumped over into my lap, hand still clutching his abdomen, a stream of red steadily flowing through, pooling and forming a small puddle on my hakama.

"But I really wanted to see you."

"Dumbass."

I slipped his arm over my shoulder and slowly carried him towards my room knowing damn well if other people of the clan found him here, it was going to be something.

Luckily, we weren't far from my room and the only person who probably knew would have been Satoru given he had the six eyes ability.

He stumbled over to my futon, lowered himself down. I simply sighed as I walked over to my closet and pulled out a simple first-aid kit. When I had turned back, I noticed him sprawled out, hand clutching the wound on his abdomen, his kimono top portion already down. I could feel my face turning red but looking at his abs. They were chiseled and well-defined, he may have not been the Zenin clan's favorite but he was definitely kami's favorite.

"If this is your way of letting me die, I would prefer a painless and quick one-" he hissed sarcastically through his clenched teeth.

"You should have gone to the Zenin's then, they probably could have saved you the pain, " I shot back.

I looked around him and noticed that the sheets were soaked in blood, bleeding himself out. I had to act fast.

I made my way close to him. His eyes were tightly closed, his usual smile twisted into a painful grimace. His left hand, entirely colored in red, was pressed against his wound as he desperately tried to hold his guts in place, blood spurting between his fingers. The air was filled with the sticky metallic smell of blood.

"Move your hand, Zenin," I ordered.

He slowly moved his hand and I couldn't help but shuddered. He had several broken false ribs and luckily for him a clean gash below his heart.

"I-If I went to the Zenin, I would be as good as dead."

"You could have gone to the hospital."

I looked up as I felt a pair of eyes boring into me, and sure enough, I was met with a smirk.

"Why when I have you..."

I stood looking at him incredulously and soon rolled my eyes. Taking a small scalpel from the first aid kit, I sliced my hand. He looked towards me puzzled probably questioning why I did such a thing considering he was the one injured. But his confusion quickly turned into shock, once I placed my hand on his wound. The blood of his wound kissed my own and allowed me to proceed with the reversal cursed technique to restore him to the near-death state he was in.