Deep Blue Sea

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

Trigger warning: blood

You were sweating bullets while trying to not glace at the spiky hair boy that was sitting next to you that had a displeased expression on his face. You were notified that a case urgently needed an extra hand, so you volunteered despite Gojo's disapproval. You really should've listened to him, you really should just stay and watch movies with Itadori, if you listen to him you wouldn't be sitting with Fushiguro in the same car now. The silence is literally killing you inside, you really thought your heart burst for a second.

"H-hey," you weakly tried to break the silence, "n-n-nice weather, r-right?"

"Tch."

"H-haha, I- nice talk," you laughed nervously, slapping yourself thousands of times inside.

You really felt like a fish being fed to a shark, heck maybe even a shrimp to a whale. Having nothing else to do, you studied the files that were handed over to you. The case was about a jujutsushi that was committing murders around the area. It was a tricky one since the culprit didn't leave any traces of remnants behind. Most of the dead bodies were missing a few parts, some of their insides were missing as well.

They had a few suspects, and you were partnered with Fushiguro to investigate those people. If you were lucky, this can be finished within this day. You glanced at the angsty teenager next to you, his frown seemed to deepen as time passes, maybe he'll create a black hole eventually.

The car stopped abruptly, the assistant director turned around to speak to both of you, "we have arrived, you know the procedures," then he took out a cage with low grade cursed spirits in it.

"Thanks-" before you could take it from his hands, Fushiguro snatched it and went out as if he had been preparing for this moment for his entire life, "thanks," you repeated awkwardly before exiting the car as well.

You trailed behind him and he strode across the street as if you were not there. Since you are his senpai, you're supposed to give him instructions or orders. But first, you're not good with that; second, he most likely wouldn't listen to you anyway; third, you're awkward as hell, and that's totally not the main point.

"Why are you following me," he suddenly stopped and snapped at you, making you jump in surprise.

"W-well," you stuttered, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, "I'm supposed to assist you, b-but uh, if you want me to stay further away from you, I-I don't mind."

He didn't say anything in return, turning his back to you and started walking again. You quickly followed behind but slowed yourself down again just to make sure you were not too close to him. Though you later changed your mind and walked a bit closer to him again, you didn't want to look like a stalker. Even though you couldn't see it, he raised a brow at your questionable actions, but he quickly shifted back to his usual scowl.

You almost sprang up when you saw one of the suspects sitting on a bench, but you calmed yourself and tugged on Fushiguro's sleeve lightly to alert him. He gave you a small glare as if to tell you he knew what he was doing, though he wasted no time to release a fly head. You held your breath as it flew towards the person, you kind of hoped that he was not the person you were looking for, but at the same time, you hoped that he was so that you can leave early. It flew to him, bumping into him and causing him to yelp. He looked around in confusion, indicating that he was not the right person.

You hurriedly went to retrieve the fly head, then you immediately received a weird look from the guy. Your face grew hot, then you let out an awkward laugh before going back to Fushiguro's side. He took the cursed spirit from your hand without a word, but he took it more carefully rather than snatching it from your hands this time. You both continued walking without a word, heading towards the next location. The sun was shining brightly, casting Fushiguro's shadow over you. You still remembered the times when he was still a kid, when he was so much tinier. You used to hold his hand when you were walking home with him, making sure that he wouldn't get lost or get ran over by a car. Your hand could engulf his entire hand, and he would hold yours back securely. Watching his tall form from behind him was so strange to you, he used to be so small that you thought he didn't eat enough food.