𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙-- {𝙅𝙅𝙆}

𝟶𝟸: 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

Nighttime in Japan's cities were almost just as busy as the daytime. M/n had strayed away from Hanami and Jogo, not being able to take anymore of the hot-head complaining about being beaten. He had put on his human disguise like he was ordered to and was just walking around. The noise and the city air were a lot to get used to a year ago when he was first summoned. But now it was just mute to him. Walking among the people gave him some sense of familiarity after what happened a thousand years ago.

As M/n walked through the crowds and crowds of people, he noticed a couple of grade one and three curses floating around and hanging off window sills, etc. They weren't being a bother just yet. But they were staring. The curses could feel the power of his aura from a mile away, which was why they were being so cautious. One curse, however, on that was hardly a grade one decided to start some trouble, not knowing any better.

The worm like curse floated down to M/n and wrapped itself around his neck. The boy froze in the midst of the crowd, making a couple of ongoers scoff and curse him angrily for stopping so suddenly against the surge of people. The curse snuggled and moved against M/n's neck, leaving a mess of slime in its wake. A moment later, M/n snapped, and the little curse exploded in an instant, its entrails getting all over the pavement and M/n's clothing.

"So messy. That should teach all of you better than to even lay a single one of your limbs onto me." M/n looked up at the curses that witnessed everything go down before them. All of them cleared out the area immediately to get away from the monster they saw before them.

"Vermin. Rot in hell." M/n snapped once again, and the curses that were running off met the same fate as the small one before. The purple like blood rained down onto the streets, only to be seen by him and-

"Wow~ Neat trick you got there. Though you do have a little something on your neck there." M/n looked up to see the white-haired male before him staring at him with his ocean hues and a wide smile. "I think you should come with me to get that all cleaned up, okay?"

"Hm. And who might you be?" He asked with a singular eyebrow raised, and eyelids drooped in feign suspicion.

"Oh, forgive me. I'm Satoru Gojo. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, will you come with me?"

"You seem a little suspicious, Satoru Gojo. You saw what I did to those curses. What's stopping me from doing the same to you?"

"Aweee, c'mon! What part of this face looks untrustworthy?"

"Every single bit of it. Even so..." M/n looked him over and hummed softly. Before he started to walk again, he spoke one last time. "I like tea."

{♡}

M/n and Gojo stopped at a local cafe after their run-in with each other. M/n held a glass tea cup in his hand and took a small taste to deem if it was just as good as quality as the café claimed it to be. It was indeed what it was cracked up to be, so he drank a little more the next time he picked up the cup. Setting the glass down on the small plate, M/n looked up that the male in front of him, who was just watching him without taking anything any bites out of anything he ordered.