"What is it that you want?"
Because that was what this was about wasn't it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.
"I'm going to recommend...
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Intuition was an ever going process, running in the background of our thoughts, drawing patterns and conclusions collected from the wealth of our individual experiences. It was what made people decide on a whim whether something was real, fake... right or wrong. And everything in you was flashing, screaming, blinding red warning lights of wrong at Gojo's very proximity. His very presence. It had been since the start. Since that day, all those years ago.
Your vision was filled up, pin pricked to those bright, bright blue eyes. Unreal, unnatural— an aposematic advertisement that this man was not easy to kill. That he was dangerous, toxic, foul, aggressive... the list went on and on.
The water was hot, the steam oppressive and you wished you could claim it as the only reason your breath was catching, coming faster. Fear and attraction had the same basic biological responses— raising your heart rate, enhancing the senses...
... a fact you would be grateful for later as a flood of cursed energy assaulted you, a miasma of stagnant water and rotting plant matter erupting from where a spot in the pool had begun to blacken and bubble.
You both turned, staring now at the top of a dark head, barely breaching the surface. The pale, near skeletal sockets of a young girl with grey, bloated eyes peered out from the ripples. Long strands of black hair floated to the surface, spreading out like an oil spill.
"Oh....uh oh!"
That was all he had to say?!
" Really !? First-grade curse right there and you didn't even—"
Whatever scolding you were about to lash out was interrupted by the cursed spirit, it's rotting eyes rolling back into its head as it tilted its mouth over the water, jaw unhinged and unnatural as it let out a screeching cry.
" MOMMY, NO!"
Oh no. Oh no no no. That was no first-grade curse.
That was a vengeful spirit, special grade. Hot spring or not, you felt your face ashening, a sick feeling spreading out through your stomach. Alone? Alone you'd be dead. The sheer volume of cursed energy that rolled off of the thing was enough to make your vision blur and your head spin— was this a psionic attack even!? You felt a sudden intense need to cough filling your lungs as if you had inhaled water.
Without a thought you moved until you were nearly pressed against Gojo's side, a hand clutched to his arm. Before you could think to be embarrassed, to scold yourself for acting so childish... he drew that same arm lazily around you. He didn't look worried at all, in fact, he was grinning wide, eyes sparkling with the thrill of a challenge .
"So yeah, this is the part where I'm gonna need you to run." Gojo said, voice cheerful and light despite his words, "Cause it just marked you, and I got no idea how long before whatever technique it just let off is gonna hit you."
