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ㅤㅤㅤThe (H/C) haired girl hummed quietly as she strolled beside her underclassman, Fushiguro Megumi, her fingers playing with red strings again as distorted words and muffled screams filled the night air.
It was a nice day, if only a tad too cold for her liking, but she wouldn't complain after all she had a job to do.
"Senpai, how long are you going to mess around with those?" Fushiguro''s voice reached her ears, taking on an accusatory tone as he frowned, "That's literally all you've been doing."
"Well, I was just bored you see," (Y/N) smiled emptily before tugging against the threads that made the curse squirm around with a distressful noise escaping it. "I don't have anything better to do than to accompany you anyways."
"Aren't you supposed to be on a mission—"
"Megumi, did I stutter?"
REPORT: JUNE 2018 SUGISAWA MUNICIPAL HIGHSCHOOL #3 SENDAI CITY, MIYAGI PREFECTURE
By the time the two arrived in Sendai, it was already nightfall; not necessarily ideal because of (Y/N)'s uniform that bared her legs and both felt like freezing tonight but it's like what they say— pain is beauty, and beauty is pain, or whatever.
She walked close to the ravenette as he followed his map to the location of the cursed artifact, his eyes periodically meeting hers as the older of the two chose to stare at his side profile since the creature she was toying with was long gone with a simple snap of her thread.
All of it was getting boring, if she was being honest and the second year was regretting her choices. She should've just went with the crazy blindfolded man and went on a shopping spree.
"It should be right here," he mumbled out loud as they approached a wooden box.
The eyelashes that accentuated her (E/C) eyes hues fluttered in manner of being unimpressed when she noticed the residue from the cursed artifact enveloping the containment chamber.
"A thermometer shed?" She asked with her hands clasped together politely in front. "They stored a Special Grade Cursed Object here. Hm, that's cute. Ignorance really is a bliss." With a jealous sigh, the girl tilted her head to the side.
(Y/N), as Grade Two Sorcerer herself (the fact that she's stuck with a label like that is a thing she doesn't like to talk about, so shut), wishes she could be as dumb and clueless to the world of curses as normal people around her are.
