𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 | 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

NOTHING BUT PURE SILENCE was heard. Well, silence and a whole lot of tension. Tension that could turn into a war any second.

Right in front of you there stood a certain raven-haired boy, his arms crossed over his chest.

You were as uninterested as ever and looked at bright, green eyes with your half lidded [e/c] ones. You completely forgot about Megumi and his existence as someone with white hair wouldn't stop pestering you.

His reasoning to him pestering you once again was that you broke your promise first and somehow he had to compensate for that broken promise. Satoru was petty, he surely was. However, you realized that the blindfolded man had meant every threat and curse towards you after the incident with his student happened.

It wasn't a secret that Satoru hated you.

And it surely wasn't a secret that you felt towards him the exact same way. Neither of you sympathized with each other. After all, you two hadn't had the most nicest time getting to know each other.

"No, not happening."

"Aw, Megumi! Don't be like that." An amused voice chimed. "As much as I don't want the devil with me as well, orders are orders. Maybe you could..— I don't know, become friends?"

Clicking his tongue, Megumi turned to your face and glared at you. "Over my dead body."

"Feeling's mutual, brat."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Satoru patted his student's back. "Look, I know how you feel right now, but don't let your personal feelings in the way of missions. You and the devil have to corporate with each other sooner or later. This mission isn't even hard or anything like that, just search for the cursed object and come back to the school. There's no fighting involved or will be involved, where the devil or you could potentially get injured."

"But, she—"

"Welp! I'm off now, I got some things to do!" And with that, Satoru disappeared right in front of your and Megumi's eyes.

Clicking his tongue in distaste, the raven-haired boy began grumbling and cursing under his breath. He most definitely didn't like the idea of having you accompanying him during this mission.

It wasn't like as if he needed your help.

After all, he couldn't even sense any cursed energy from you. You would just be a burden to him during his time at the school.

But you couldn't care less.

Rolling your eyes, you turned and made your way inside the school. You accepted going through with this mission just because you couldn't do anything else and you were starting to get bored.

Taking a look at your phone, you stared at the picture you were sent. You had to search for a special grade cursed object, something inside a box.

You weren't told anything more about the cursed item other than to search for this box and its seal.

Megumi had already looked for the cursed object another time during night, however, he couldn't seem to find it and went back to the school. Although that didn't mean that the search would be over. Satoru was certain that the cursed object must be somewhere near the school or inside it.

Maybe a few students had found it and threw it away or god knows what.

And you, you were sure and most definitely certain that the object was somewhere inside the school as you felt its cursed energy. You may not be able to master your cursed energy and form any techniques, but you surely felt the energy of the cursed object.

Not once had you thought to end up like this.

"What a pain.." You groaned as you walked through the hallways of the school, attracting eyes of the students around. After all, you weren't looking like a student or some person that would be teaching at this place.

Walking towards the feeling of cursed energy flowing around through the air, you began letting out a hum.

It was getting nearer and nearer.

But were you walking towards it or was it coming towards your direction?

With furrowed eyebrows you stood still, trying to figure out what was going on with the energy levels that started to increase. It was coming towards you and you realized that a student must've taken it.

Now standing in the middle of the hallway, you strengthened your senses and looked around for any possible candidate that stood out the most, where you could feel the cursed energy the strongest.

And there it was, a boy.

As he walked right passed you, you felt the cursed energy almost screaming at you. He most definitely did have the special grade cursed object on him.

He shared you an awkward look as he walked past you. Well, who wouldn't? Not only was a twenty-six year old woman standing in the middle of a high school's hallway, no— she also was glaring daggers at the poor pink-haired boy.

"Oi—" You called out to him, but something grabbing your wrist stopped you from continuing calling out for him.

Turning your head, you came in sight with an older woman who didn't look as impressed. It surely was a teacher from this school.

"What?" You groaned.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? This is a high school and not some place to wander around." The older woman spoke up, letting your wrist go. "Students have informed me of a woman walking around our hallways, harassing people."

"Harassing?" You raised an eyebrow.

How exactly were you harassing people? You didn't even talk to anyone around, asking for directions or the cursed object.

You couldn't possibly harass— oh.

A thought almost immediately came to your mind at how exactly you were harassing people without actually doing anything. A few of the students were probably feeling harassed with the way you glared at every student.

Well, it was just you concentrating on trying to find the cursed object.

And well, your resting face.

"Yes, harassing. Would you please follow me so we could talk in private."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Alright, if you refuse to follow me, I will be obligated to call the police and have you arrested." The teacher began frowning. "We're talking about the students' safety, after all."

"You gotta be kidding me."

Taking ahold of your wrist, the older woman began dragging you away. You truly were a cursed child with the way you couldn't escape bad luck or awkward situations.

Letting out a sigh, you looked at the students around you as they had gathered in a circle, trying to watch and understand what was going on.

"What the fuck are you brats looking at?" You clicked your tongue, whilst pulling your wrist out of the teacher's grasp.

The students flinched and tried to act busy, wanting to escape your deadly glare.

And that's when you remembered and noticed.

You lost that pink-haired boy.