𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙-- {𝙅𝙅𝙆}

𝟶𝟺: 𝚆𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊

"𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳...𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

"𝘖𝘰~ 𝘋𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭..."

{♡}

Gojo sat on the leather couch with his leg resting on his other. He listened to M/n with a blank expression on his face, wondering what exactly the curse wanted now of all times.

"You just dispatched sorcerers, correct?"

"Well.. I didn't, but the higher-ups just did to deal with a situation down by the movie theater in town. I couldn't be there. Why?"

"I'm considering your offer, okay? I don't have time for this. I need you to call that blondie and tell him that you've sent another backup to assist the both of them."

"Oh, yeah, I could do that pretty easily. But I need you to tell me out right that you'll take the offer."

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Nope, not a single bit. Now, I just need to hear a little confirmation before I do this for you."

"Oh my-..fine! I'll take the stupid offer, now can you please do this?!"

"You got it! Bye now~" Gojo hung up on the curse and smiled. He'd gotten M/n. Hook, line, and sinker.

{♡}

M/n sighed and shoved the phone in his pocket as soon as the white-haired sorcerer hung up on him. He could already tell that dealing with him was going to be a challenge in it of its own. But he had to follow Geto's orders. No matter what.

Just as they agreed to, Gojo did eventually text Nanami that another person was coming to join the both of them at the theater shortly. The blonde male just stared at the text with narrowed eyes. Yuji just stood there, confused as to why they weren't going in just yet. Five minutes later, there was a commotion behind the both of them.

"Sir! You can't be in here! This is a closed off crime scene. No civilians allowed!" M/n arm was suddenly grabbed harshly by a male police officer and was quickly being surrounded by the others.

"Get your hands off of me!" M/n grit his teeth and yanked his hand away from the officer and quickly dodged and weaved around the others surrounding him. All was going just well until he was tackled and held to the ground. If he wanted to, he would've totally killed every single one that laid a hand on him. He knew, however, that would blow his cover. The next them he knew, a certain pink-haired teenager was above him, scolding the adults for being too rough on the poor boy.