Interruption

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Later on the group came back to the door while Yuji and m/n were hanging out, playing games.
Once again Megumi was dragged into another 'mission' of theirs, this time it was..
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Spying on the hang out and trying to see what m/n's room looked like.
Though... their were.. interesting dialogues..
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"Yuji! Don't do that.."
the group of three, listen carefully to what they're saying, Gojo's and Kugisaki's ears right against the door.

"Am I doing it wrong?"
"Eh? What are they talking about?"  Gojo wondered, curious about what's happening in the room.
Creaking sounds, and other moving noises are heard from the room.

"Yeah, you're supposed to do it faster"
"F-faster?! And the noises! They're not doing what I think they're doing are they?!" Kugisaki thought, absolutely flustered, but too curious to move one step away from the door.
"I was just teasing with the dating thing!"

"Eh? So I'm doing badly?"
"... it's good enough"

With that Gojo kicks the door off it's hinges, giving the two in the room a fright.
Both of them turn their head in shock, as the Megumi deadpans, knowing it was most likely a misunderstanding.

Yuji was playing games on a device, as m/n was leaning over behind him, cheek against cheek, pointing at things on the game.
Realising that they were wrong with the situation, Gojo and Kugisaki just stand there awkwardly in the room.

"What was with the 'faster' bit?.." Gojo asks, as Kugisaki nods her head vigorously, wanting to know the answer was too.
"Oh.. he wasn't pressing the buttons fast enough, why?" M/n questions back, completely clueless as to why their asking, moving his head away from his friend, as Yuji's brain is busy trying to figure out what's happening.

Widening his eyes in realisation, Yuji flushes pink, telling them they would never do that, waving his hands in panic, while m/n is just confused on why his saying that.

Noticing that the older man has suddenly disappeared, m/n quickly catches him snooping around his room.
"Get out my room.." the h/c teen said, hoping that his teacher didn't see the secret stash of cute plushies and sweets.

The teacher whines, saying it's unfair, he wanted to join in on their hangout, crying while hugging m/n.
"Guess we can hang out another day sensei" Yuji said, as he grins.

Humming in thought, the teacher soon nods his head, as he quickly pushes out the rest of the group, whispering something in their ears suspiciously, we watch them disappear around a corner from the doorway.

"What was that about?" I ask, as I go and pick the door up from the ground, leaning it against the wall for now.
"Uhh- NOTHING!" Yuji nervously laughs, looking away from me, I only shrug it off.

"It's probably nothing to worry about" I thought, as I go to his shuffling form.
"Now then, let me show you how an expert does it" I say with a cheeky smile, taking the device away from him, sitting down on the bed once more.
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"Even though what we thought was happening was wrong.... They still seem too close to just be friends, don't you think?" The older of the three questions, as he looks at Kugisaki.

She nods her head in agreement, as Megumi just shakes his head in disbelief, thinking of why he has to be put in these situations.
"They definitely are, both of their faces were super close together" she added her comment to what her sensei said.

"They seem to just be two friends that don't know the meaning of personal space" Megumi sighs, walking away from the two as they come up with impossible theories, as to why their that close, saying that those two childhood friends are one step away from the dating territory.

Though it does make the black haired teen slightly sad, for reasons unknown, he only shakes his head to get the thought of the two's friendship being more than it actually is. Now those theories are going to be stuck in his head, thanks to Gojo sensei, he irritably sighs to himself.
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In a place flooded with blood and bones, is a curse that watches through the eyes of Yuji Itadori.
"You seem so familiar to me"




"M/n"
The king of curses says, squinting his eyes, his mouth in a straight line, thinking of all the people he met, trying to remember why his face seemed so familiar to him, but he comes up empty handed, after all, who can remember all the people they kill, if it's way over a thousand.
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-A MEMORY APPEARED-
-DO YOU WISH TO OPEN THIS FILE?-

_YES_ _NO_
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*click*
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"People think it's weird for us to be this close to each other" the h/c said, looking down in sadness, while the swing slowly comes to a stop.
"Eh? Who cares what they say! We're having our fun and they can't stop us!" Yuji grins at the other boy as he tries to cheer up his friend.
Looking up, the e/c boy smiles again, ignoring the other people's eyes watching them.

"I guess you're right!" The shorter boy giggles, as he jumps out of his swing, hugging his pink haired friend.

"It's not that strange for us 12 year olds to be this close, because we're super best friends!" I thought, as give a quick shove to Yuji, as I run away before he can catch me.
"Race you to your house Yuji!" I said as I look behind me, poking my tongue out in a childish manner, as I run as fast as my legs can take me to my friend's house.

"Hey!" I hear a shout, as the footsteps get closer by the second.
Yuji caught up and hit my head, not enough for it to hurt me badly, but just enough to get me back for pushing him off the swing.

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-MEMORIES-
-WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE?-
_YES_ _NO_
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*click*
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-SHUTTING DOWN-
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*I decided to not do the second part of the "special chapter! (Repeating cycle)" just yet, it gives away some of the story way too early*
*but instead, I will post the new book I've been working on*
*also I can't really decide on what to do for the next special...*
*I'll be making one a/n that I add things onto instead of posting new ones the whole time, so I'll be deleting the other ones*

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