Challenge | Gojo Satoru

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"You really don't know why you're here?" You leaned forwards. "Try again."

His throat flexed as he swallowed. "Listen, I don't know-"

"I said," you murmured as you pressed a gun to his forehead, "try again."

He strained against the ropes binding him to the chair. "I don't know anything!"

You clicked your tongue and pulled the trigger. His blood splattered the ground and a few droplets landed on your shirt. You scowled and wiped the blood away, only succeeding in smearing it further.

"Aren't we supposed to leave him alive?"

You glanced up at your partner for the mission (You forgot his name but were fairly certain it was Bob) and rolled your eyes. "I already have the information. I just wanted to see if he'd admit it."

Bob inspected the dead body in the chair. "You have proof?"

You hummed. "I have a lead."

Bob set his jaw and crossed his arms. "You killed the suspect and all you have is a lead?"

"Witness," you corrected. "He was the witness."

"You killed the witness?" Bob demanded, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're going to get us suspended at the very least!"

You shrugged. "Nah. They still need me."

"And what's with the gun?" Bob sighed.

You peered down at it in surprise. You'd forgotten about it. "I got it off some corpse. Figured I'd give it a try."

Bob muttered something under his breath and turned away. "We're never working together again! You're insane!"

You grinned and caught up to him. "You think so? You really think so?"

Bob flinched away from you when you placed a hand on his arm. He shoved you away harshly and spat out, "You're crazy! I don't know why they let you live!"

"They let me live, because of what I can do." Your smile faded once he pushed you. You let your head hang as you stepped into the car that had been arranged to take you back. "Goodbye, Bob."

"My name isn't Bob! It's-"

You slammed the door shut and signalled to the driver that you were ready to drive away.

You sighed and leaned against the window. Your breath fogged the glass and you drew a smiley face on it. You retracted your hand and stared out the window as you watched the city speed by. Your luggage were in the trunk and you were ready to start anew.

For the sixth time?

Whatever. You'd lost count years ago.

After your parents had died, your grandparents had taken you in. Then after they died, your aunt. Then after she died, you were shuffled along the foster system until a sorcerer found you.

You'd been silent then. Years of trauma and death did that to a child.

Years of killing those you cared about did that to you.

So you had been taken in and taught how to control your abilities. It was difficult on a daily basis, but you held it in. You only let out wisps of your cursed energy at a time, lest you decimate everyone in the area.

"We're here," the driver blandly said as you pulled up to the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. It was a stupidly long name and you hated it here.

You slipped out of the vehicle and pulled your bag out. You stepped up to the front of the school, climbing all the stairs to get there.

"Hey," a small boy greeted you. He bobbed his head and his pink hair bounced. "Who're you?"