"You can see the monster?"
He tilted his head, seemingly confused by what she'd said, "Monster? You mean the cursed spirit?"
"Is that what you call it?"
"That's what it's called. They're cursed spirits." His voice was smooth, refreshing.
"You can s...
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Walking next to Gojo proved to be more uncomfortable that Miyazō had expected. The discomfort didn't come from the male directly, though a tiny bit, but majority of it stemmed from the looks people gave him as he walked by. Looks which extended to her due to how close he was to her.
Gojo was already exceptionally tall and paired with his achingly good looks, a lot of people stared, some discreetly, some not so much. Some women were even bold enough to approach him, shooting Miyazō glares as well. She pursed her lip and frowned, standing off to the side while a group of teenage girls gathered him and requested his contact information.
They stopped right before a restaurant with outdoor seating arrangements by the group of girls, all immediately hoarding round Gojo, pushing Miyazō off to the side. So now she stood next to an empty table, waiting for them to finish their flirting session.
The journey could have been more bearable if the white haired male didn't completely forget about her whenever he was hit on. It was annoying, to say the least.
The only good thing that came out of this was that the very few cursed spirits she'd come across seemed to stay away from the two of them. She was certain it had to do with the aura surrounding Gojo. But now a green cursed spirit resembling a mangled cat, approached where they stood, jumping from tables to table to get to where she was.
She side eyed it, not wanting to look crazy for staring at something that other people definitely wouldn't be able to see. So Miyazō discreetly moved backwards, but the cursed spirit kept coming towards her, it's white feline eyes, wide with mania.
Sbe accidentally bumped into one of the girls who had captured Gojo's attention, eliciting a fleeting apology from her while she continued fawning over the grinning male. Gojo however, seemed to notice her distress and turned his head to look in her direction, immediately spotting the low grade cursed spirit that was after her.
He chuckled and moved through the group of girls to stand by her side, whisking his hand through the air as the cursed spirit launched itself at her. The creature dissipated into thin air while Gojo continued conversing with his fans, acting as though he hadn't just made a creature disappear before her own eyes.
She resumed your glaring and thankfully, this time, he noticed herr look and shooed the girls away. With them finally gone, albeit unwillingly, they both finally continued on their way. Miyazō kept to herself, thoroughly irritated at the man next to her. He didn't have to be so inconsiderate. She kept to yourself as they both continued walking. If Gojo noticed a change in her attitude, he didn't say anything about it.
Soon enough, after about fifteen minutes of walking in awkward silence, she and Gojo got to a building which she assumed housed the cursed spirit they were to be exorcising. She assumed this because of the ominous aura surrounding it. It came off in waves, almost making her double over. She glanced over at Gojo as he walked forward; he wasn't even fazed, he walked so calmly, as though he couldn't sense it.
She noticed the three students she'd seen in the gallery, all of them frowning at Gojo, one black haired one even scolding him. Yet none of them seemed as pessimistic as she did, none of them seemed to care about the pure anguish pooling out of the collapsing building. Were they already so used to all this? She couldn't imagine forming such an immunity against this feeling. She hunched over, wrapping her arms around her stomach.
"Hey, are you okay?" She looked up to see a boy with pink hair standing near her. His face seemed so concerned yet his presence only enhanced the horrible feeling in her stomach. The same horrible aura from the building was emanating from him; more focused, in smaller amounts. It was more contained, not all over the place and untamed like what was coming from the building.
She took a step away from the boy, pursing her lips, "What are you?"
The others turned to look at Miyazō and Itadori, Gojo cocking his head to the side. The sides of his lips tugged downwards at her words.
"What do you mean?" The pink haired boy asked, reducing the distance between them both.
She backed away, "You- there's something in you," she stammered, clutching her stomach tighter, "What are you? Why do you feel like those demons?"
"Excuse me?" Itadori's face fell.
"She can sense Sukuna inside of you." She looked over as Gojo walked towards both of them. He wasn't as carefree or easygoing as he was before, his demeanor was more solemn as he turned his attention to her, "You're sensing a strong cursed spirit from inside of him, Ryomen Sukuna."
The other two students came to meet the three.
"Is that normal?" The black haired boy asked, "Why can she sense Sukuna from inside Itadori?"
Gojo placed his hands inside his pocket, "Her ability to sense cursed spirits and energy is strong, scarily so. Probably because she has so much of it."
Miyazō frowned, "You guys can't feel it coming from him?" They all shook their heads at her. She let go of her stomach and pointed to the building, "Not even from the building? It's pooling out of there."
They all turned to each other, then back to her. Her eyes widened. They really couldn't feel the cursed energy spilling out of the building. It was terrifying. They hadn't the slightest clue what they were walking into.
Gojo took a step to her, "Exactly how much are you sensing?"
"It's like what's coming from him," She pointed towards the pink haired boy, "But not as contained. His is like a steady stream. What is coming from the building is just exploding all over the place."
"It's probably another finger," Gojo adjusted his blindfold and began walking forward, "Let's go in."
Her eyes widened, "Go in?"
Gojo stopped to turn back, "You're a jujutsu sorcerer now, Miyazō. For some reason you were blessed with that familiar and those senses, so now you're going to put it to use." The other students had already begun walking forward. It almost scared her, how calm they seemed.
Gojo chuckled at the fear on her face, he walked to grip her wrist and pull her forward. "You're taking the lead on this one, this is your first exorcism, be excited."
"How can I be excited, Gojo?" Miyazō tried to pull away, "I don't know if I want to do this."
He pulled her closer against him as they walked through the gate of the building, "Then just don't think. And if you're scared, remember I'm here. The only thing strong enough to make me break a sweat is trapped inside that boy." He pointed to the boy with pink hair, and in that moment, she saw it; some vision or mirage or whatever it was, a tattooed entity sitting inside Itadori.
