"Do you believe in God?"
"I'm your God now."
A thousand year old curse wakes up from its slumber to enjoy the eccentricity of a new era. An era filled with arrogant sorcerers, weird kids and a Kakashi cosplayer.
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You looked at the text you had just received. Has Gojo not realised you have a horrible sense of direction so far? You thought, all the whilst looking at your phone. Not only were you completely lost but you were also in some sketchy alley. Then, all of a sudden, you hit something.
When you looked up you came to the realisation that you didn't actually hit something but someone. Now, you wouldn't by any means think that you're lucky, but bumping into a jujutsu sorcerer by chance was rather insane. Especially, Megumi's... father?
"Hey, I'm lost, help me?" You asked without hesitation. You stared at him expectantly.
"Do I know you?" The man asked, glancing at you weirdly. He was tall you thought, so tall that he towered over you with ease.
"Eh, maybe?" You tried.
"So that's a no then. Stop bothering me." He said before beginning to walk away. You tried grabbing him by his forearm.
"Are you not a jujutsu sorcerer?" You asked aloud, confused. The man stiffened almost invisibly before he started laughing. "Me, a jujutsu sorcerer, that's funny. You must be new."
"Not even a zenin then?" You said uncaring to his situation. You were lost, damn it. Priorities. The man looked you up and down, thinking. For some reason he agreed, "just tell me where you wanna go."
"F/l, sir." You murmured dutifully.
"Sir? Please do continue calling me that." He chuckled, grabbing your chin so you were forced to look into his eyes. You looked at him unimpressed. "When I say I'll help you out, I expect payment."
"So, what do you want?" This guy isn't a pervert, right? You thought shaking your head.
"Money." He stated simply. Thank God, actually, no. You don't have a cent on you. Your wallet, Gojo, wasn't with you at the moment.
"I don't have any money on me right now. So... how about a bet? I have a feeling you like those." You suggested, wondering if he'd accept. "Sure, why not?" He asked sarcastically. With that, you smiled, forgetting all about Gojo.
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"You've won five times in a row, not that I'm complaining. We should do this again sometime." He said smirking at the money in his hand, broke ass.
"What can I say? God really loves me." You grinned at him until you realised you forgot about Gojo. Shit.
"We have to go."
"Fine." He muttered, dragging you by your wrist to your destination.
"Bye and thank you!" You said waving at him. This is what friendship must be like, you beamed, content on having made a friend.
"Tell your boyfriend to come get you himself next time." He stated visibly displeased, pointing to his pocket then bringing a hand to his lips before vanishing without a trace.
"He's not my boyfriend." You murmured, surprised to see Toji's number scrambled on a piece of paper in your pocket.
"Who's not your boyfriend?" WHAT THE FU- you jumped back, bumping into somebody's chest.
"Gojo. I will kill you."
"Anyway... where were you?" He asked.
"Well..."
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"So, yeah. That's what happened."
"Y/n. You suck at lying." You raised an eyebrow. You really didn't lie though, a little omission, sure. It's for his own good anyway.
"You know, doesn't matter. You're leaving. " He sighed before throwing you over his shoulder.
