2007. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.
As you try to navigate the sorcerer world, you are faced with a question regarding your future. Would you choose living a normal life, or facing new battles every day for the man you love? Is Jujuts...
MULTIPLE CURSES? GRADE 2? NO, THIS CANT BE REAL. I CAN'T DO THIS...
My breathing picks up, I look over to Satoru to see a stupid smile plastered upon his face. He did this. I glare at him. A mix of anger, anxiety, disgust, and nervousness begins to take over me. I stay glued to my desk, knowing that when I stand up, I'll be on my way to stand face to face with curses.
"(Y/n), are you okay over there? If this mission is too much I will report it to the Higher-Ups and perhaps they will let you spend the day in study hall." Yaga says, noticing that I have froze in place.
"No. She can handle it. Afterall, I'll be there." Satoru says, speaking for me. For some reason, putting butterflies into my stomach. I look at Yaga, then back towards Satoru. I attempt to speak, but I'm not sure what to say.
I CAN'T NOT go... this mission will be good for me. And Satoru is right, I doubt anything bad will happen while he's there. This mission is a small task for somebody like him.
"I'm going." I finally say, beginning to stand from my seat. My knees are wobbly, but I'm less nauseous than I was five seconds ago.
"Don't worry, Masamichi. I'll take care of her." Satoru says, in his normal, sly tone. He grabs my arm, and drags me towards the door.
"I'll lead the way!" Satoru cheers, excited for me to finally go on a mission.
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We stand, facing the hospital building. It's at least ten stories, and looks empty. Though seeming hollow, it heaves with curses. The gray sky matching how I feel on the inside. Satoru holds an umbrella over us, creating a barrier between us and the raindrops that splatter. Like our own little world.
"Lets get this over with, I want to hit the market on the way out." Satoru says, reaching for my hand to lead us inside. I hesitantly give him it, scared of what awaits on the inside. We begin for the door.
Upon entering, it really is empty. The main hallway held nothing, not even a curse. I giggle, realizing the situation can't be that bad. Satoru lets go of my hand, and starts to walk ahead of me.
"Stay behind me." He says, firmly. Maybe he's seeing something that I cant.
Satoru's pace picks up, pinpointing where the curses are gathering. The rain is picking up outside, and the once soft thumps, became loud, crashing smacks onto the window panes. Arriving at the elevator, Satoru presses the number 7. Though probably a few seconds, the elevator ride felt like an eternity.
