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𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠!
Under an ominous streetlight flickering in the darkness of the fresh early morning, Miwa handed the tall man a folder full of papers. She took a swig from her coffee cup, morning dewy air enhancing the coffee's flavor.
"This is the case study for (Y/n) (L/n) outlined with everything down to your pay, sir."
The man ran his thick calloused fingers over the pages once the folder was opened, and pondered on the family name.
"(L/n), huh..." He looked at the picture of the woman, smirking at it.
"I remember your father...we were practically the same, (L/n)." He shook his head at the matter, scratching his dark brown hair. "All he wants me to do is turn her in...that it? Nothing more?"
Miwa nodded and yawned her sleep away. "Correct, Sir."
"Alright then. Got it." He stuffed his free hand in his pocket. Placing the folder under his armpit he retrieved his weapon: "—Oh yeah, and tell Megumi I said hi."
Gojo finished zipping up his uniform, smoothing his hand over its fabric. The sun had not yet risen over the Japanese horizon. (Y/n) was still sound asleep in the other room.
They had been together for weeks now. Gojo secretly would go back to his place to get the things he needed and come back. It was fun, being next to her.
He opened his phone to look over the texts Nanami had sent him as he approached the front door. A brief mission was called for in downtown Tokyo, something about a pub with a number of victims from a terrorizing curse. Time of occurrence, 1:00am. The bodies were found at 4:36am, bringing Nanami's texts in at 5:56am. Nothing out of the ordinary.
(Y/n) whistled, leaning onto the doorframe of the bedroom.
"I haven't seen you in that outfit in ages." She spoke flirtatiously, placing her hand on her hip; it was almost weird to see him with a blindfold, his hair defying gravity.
Gojo bit his lip as he looked down at her messy bed hair, her lower half only covered with panties. "What are you doing up?" He asked curiously, a hint of happiness laced into his question.
"—Just. Stalking you, is all," she mumbled playfully, scratching her head as she eyed him. "Where are you going? Not prying I swear," she put her hands up innocently, "...just curious is all."
'What's going on here...?' Satoru asked himself.
He approached her, hands in his pockets. "There's a stupid outbreak of curses at a pub downtown. I just need a few hours. I'll be back soon after." His lips curled, "Promise."
