𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 | 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

A FEW DAYS HAD passed ever since the incident that happened at the high school and it's mission.

You were told that the pink-haired boy's name had been Itadori Yūji, however, you still had to meet him. After all, you would like to know what exactly he had swallowed that was categorized as a special grade cursed object.

You also had been informed by Satoru that both Yūji and Megumi, as well one other person will be the first years in school for this year.

It really was a small amount of students this year, proving your point on how bad exactly the Jujutsu High school really was.

Tormenting the first years. How fun.

It still was a mystery to you on how Satoru had been accepted on being a teacher. He was an unbearable person that only lived off of ego-boosts.

The first years should have enough with him.

But now having you? Yeah, they were doomed.

However, you still hadn't had the chance to see the new students as Satoru had already assigned them with a mission. And so, here you were, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. You were utterly bored.

It was still about an hour to go before the mission would end and everyone would arrive.

"Maybe I could.." You furrowed your eyebrows together, sitting up on your bed and straighten your back. "Heh."

Standing up upon having an idea struck your mind, you made your way out of your room and began walking towards a certain destination.

You may get lost on the way as you weren't exactly sure where you needed to head to, but you'll manage.

A certain something sparked your interest.

You remembered the time when you had woken up after getting treated by a brown-haired woman. If you recalled correctly, she was called Shōko.

Something about her technique of healing and her mastering the reversed cursed energy made you want to talk to her. After all, having the ability to use any reversed cursed technique was already a huge hit. Not only were you at an advantage, no— with mastering normal cursed techniques and cursed energy in addition with healing, you'd be unbeatable.

Of course you had to start training to control your cursed energy flow at first, but why not at least inform yourself about the whole spectrum of cursed energy?

And for about ten minutes, take or give, you were wandering around, trying to find Shōko's office.

You were lost.

With narrowing eyes, you grumbled under your breath and opted for trying to concentrate on Shōko's cursed energy flow. So with that, you wouldn't wander cluelessly around the school and make a fool of yourself.

And as you tried to search for hers, you immediately had taken notice of another presence around.

You shrugged and made your way towards it.

The thing was though, as you had finally reached your destination, you felt awful emotions and feelings radiating off of the room you were currently standing in front of. The cursed energy felt off.

Stepping inside with raised eyebrows, you then came in sight with something depressing. Well, the whole roomed reeked of depression.

"Hm?" Satoru turned to face the door where you currently stood at. "Ah, the devil's unfortunately here."

Ignoring him, you fully entered the room and noticed Shōko holding a small knife, well, rather scalpel, as she stared at the dissecting table right in front of her. And upon second look, you realized that there was a person laying on it, being covered by a white sheet.

"Huh, happy death day." You snickered.

Furrowing his eyebrows together, the white-haired male turned towards you with a visible scowl. Well, you couldn't exactly see his face, however, you most definitely felt that something sparked up within him. "What?"

"Oh, were I being too quiet? I said—"

Being cut off by his hand forcefully gripping your jaw, you suddenly became quiet. You most definitely didn't see that coming. Up until now Satoru was just big talk and had never done anything physical. Physical harm.

You didn't even know that him acting this serious as well as doing something such as getting physical with a woman would be possible. After all, he always portrayed himself as a goof and child.

But, who were you to let someone grip your face like that? Even getting physical like that with you.

You didn't come to play.

"Who the fuck,—" You tightly gripped Satoru's wrist and pressured your nails into his skin. "are you even?"

Not only didn't you care about concealing your cursed energy anymore, a certain white-head had was thinking the same as he left any thought of concealing it go. Bits of your cursed energies multiplied in its amount as you both stared at each other with death glares. Well, you at least at his blindfold.

It surely was about to go down.

Satoru even had his infinity turned off.

The room started to reek of bloodlust as the pressure and force from not only you but Satoru's cursed energy had increased with each passing second.

"Fuck this mission. I'm going to fucking shred you to pieces, you god damn devil."

Your face remained emotionless.

For some reason you couldn't help but to think about anything except to burn this place down and burn Satoru to ashes. Every last bit of him and his existence.

So as you continued focusing on Satoru, you unintentionally began digging your nails deeper and deeper into his skin.

And with that, Satoru's eyes widened.

He almost immediately turned on his infinity and let you go. And due to his infinity being activated, your hand fell back to your side.

"Cut it out you two!" Shōko sweat dropped as she finally let a breather out. Due to the pressure and force of the cursed energy within the room, the brown-haired woman hadn't been able to breathe. She couldn't. It's like as if she stopped herself from doing so. "It's..— It's getting hot in here."

It was true.

Satoru had felt it as well. That was the exact reason to why he had let you go in the first place. Because he was feeling an unbearable heat coming from your hand. The hand you were holding his wrist with.

"What the..—"

But the white-haired male was stopped by another voice letting out a whistle.

"Woah! It's so hot in here!"