Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ

Chapter 8

For three days, I kept repeating the questions I had for Sukuna. Could he control curses? Did he know someone who could? What did he know about curses? Could the one back then have been sent by someone? What did he know about the curse with the patchwork face?

I kept repeating these questions over and over in my head to make sure I wouldn't forget them when he asked me again. For three days, there was barely anything else I could think about except for these questions. Even when we were hunting and exorcizing two second grade curses on a graveyard. With every punch and with every slice of my cursed knife, I repeated them like a mantra.

But when I walked in on Fushiguro-kun as he got out of the shower, I could not for the life of me remember anything. His black hair was dripping wet, as was his chest. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, so unfortunately, I couldn't see everything. But what I was seeing was more than enough. He was... How should I describe it? He was muscular, yes, but not like Yuji. Yuji had wide shoulders and was just... big. Fushiguro was slimmer and a bit taller. His long lashes had drops of water glistening in them. He looked so gentle.

"Oh shit," I cursed when I realized what was happening.

Quickly, I left the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I leaned against it and breathed heavily, utterly shocked about what I had just seen. I pressed my eyes shut. I didn't know what exactly I was trying to achieve by that. Did I try to remember or forget Fushiguro's naked chest? The two lines disappearing into the towel around his waist. Did I try to remember or forget?

Of course, I couldn't do either. Because I didn't learn from my mistakes. So once again, I was leaning against the door. And what happened when Fushiguro opened it from the other side? Correct. I fell backward and crashed into him. Again. And once again, I had to jump away from him, but this time, I was even more embarrassed than last time. Fushiguro also seemed even more annoyed than last time.

"You have got to stop doing that," he snapped.

I nodded but rolled my eyes.

"What are you even doing on this floor?" Fushiguro asked rightfully.

Mine and Kugisaki's was one floor up. The boy's rooms were on this floor. But I had a good explanation.

"Yuji-kun showed me his new mangas. I read them, too, you know? So we share a common interest." I was teasing him now. "Ever heard of locking the door?"

Fushiguro glared at me. Maybe because of my teasing. Maybe because of my question. "I did lock it."

"What?" My eyes widened. "No, you did not!"

"Why wouldn't I lock the door when I'm taking a shower?"

"I don't know, but I definitely didn't break into that bathroom while you were taking a shower!"

Fushiguro raised his eyebrow. That thought obviously hadn't occurred to him. Now, he looked at me even more suspiciously than before. I took another step back.

"What?" I asked defensively. "I didn't!" When his expression didn't change, my jaw dropped. "Do you think I did?"

He shrugged. "I locked the door. You came in. I can't explain it any other way."

"Excuse me?"

"Maybe you just wanted to see me naked, but you obviously failed, so now you're trying to talk yourself out of it."

"Excuse me?" I asked even more outraged. "Are you telling me you think I'm so desperate that I need to break in when you're taking a shower?"

Once again, Fushiguro only shrugged. Oh, I could have killed him! How could he be so infuriating? I clenched my jaw and tried not to say anything that could hurt him. I tried so hard not to tell him that Itadori had slept in my bed last week. I tried so hard.