【ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴏꜱɪꜱ】➛ᴊᴊᴋ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɢʀᴇɢᴏʀ ꜱᴀᴍꜱᴀ ᴀᴡᴏᴋᴇ

"When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams" - page 1

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"Eughh" with a groan, I lift my head up from the position I was in, squished in the janitor's closet with my back bending uncomfortably against a flimsy plastic chair as a broom fell on my head, waking me up.

A magazine fell off my face as I sat upright in the uncomfortable chair. The absence of light peeking from under the door indicated to me that I had managed to sleep through the entire school day without being caught. I fixed my hair as I stood up in the cramped area, a queasy feeling in my stomach as I patted myself down to rid my clothes of any dust or creases.

Just more of those damned curses...all the norm.

Except it wasn't really normal, I felt a strong presence nearby.

"Not my issue~ Time to go home!" I walked out of the closet and pulled out a flashlight from my back pocket as I made my way through the dark school hallways. Curses left and right, yet none hostile enough to attack me; yet.

Finally making it to the exit, was when I heard it. There was a loud crash from a couple of floors above. Looking up and covering my face with my hand, all I saw was dust and rubble. Until the dust dispersed, leaving me with a view of a broken wall, as if it's been harshly smashed into.

"Huh."

I shrugged before turning off my flashlight and grimacing at the sudden presence of cursed energy, my eyes darting up to the crack in the wall, silently arguing with myself on whether this was actually worth scrapping the new episode of my favourite show over...

Nah, someone else can probably handle that.

With a loud exhale I took long strides around the building, some banging and crashing but nothing too much for me to bat an eye. I was too tired of fighting curses for today, wasted most of my energy on that this morning and I wasn't so happy to do it again; of course, I would only do so if I saw it fit or I was to be attacked. But that's not going to happen.

Yet I couldn't help but rest my hand on the hilt of my blade, bringing me a sense of comfort if something were to attack me. My shoes were silent against the ground as in my other hand I held my phone, trying to distract myself from the commotion and the sudden intense feeling of cursed energy. 

The brightness of the screen is shown on my face as I mindlessly scroll, my volume not too loud but enough for me to hear clearly. My thumb just touched the screen without me having to think about it much, an evident frown on my face as the noise got louder as if it was right above me... not to mention the dust on the roof and the falling pieces of the roof that I had to avoid.

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"When you said curses...where have I heard that before..." Shirtless, Yuuji Itadori stood across from two other figures, one with an extremely confused face and the other with a wide grin as a white-haired male stood with him on the other side of the broken roof as the other sat on the floor on the opposite side.