Cursed Currents | Gojo & Geto

十四

┏━°⌜ 呪術廻戦 ⌟°━┓
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┗━°⌜ 呪術廻戦 ⌟°━┛

I'm half-hopping, half-stumbling as I wrestle with the tights that are refusing to cooperate. The annoying, rapid knocking on my door only gets more insistent. "I'm coming! Hold your horses!" I shout in frustration, almost tripping as I finally manage to pull them up. With a deep breath, I hurriedly yank my uniform jacket on, but it feels all wrong—probably because one of the sleeves is twisted. My hair is a wild mess, strands sticking out in every direction like I've just rolled out of bed—which, technically, I have.

The knocking turns into a steady pounding, and I swear I'm ready to bite someone's head off. "I said wait!" I yell again, this time with an edge. I manage to shove my feet into my shoes, even though they're half tied, and stumble to the door. I fling it open, barely containing my irritation, only to find Takeshi leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking like he's been through the five stages of annoyance.

"What took you so long?" he snaps, eyes narrowing at my disheveled appearance. "I've been out here forever!"

I give him an exasperated look and shoot back, "You could've at least answered when I asked who it was! And it wasn't even a full minute, you drama queen. Plus, I told you I was getting dressed!"

He rolls his eyes, but there's a twitch of a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, well, if you spent less time jumping around like a headless chicken, maybe we wouldn't be late." He mimics my tone with a high-pitched voice, "'I'm getting dressed!'" Then he grins like he's proud of his mocking impression.

I shove him lightly against the wall as I step out of my room, narrowing my eyes at him. "And what's your excuse? Standing out here being useless doesn't count as helping, you know."

He straightens up, shrugging off my push with a smug look. "Hey, at least I'm ready. Where's your hairbrush, by the way? Did you lose it while you were exercising for the olympics?"

I reach up and touch my hair, realizing it's still sticking up everywhere like I'm auditioning for a horror movie. With an irritated huff, I try to smooth it down with my fingers, but it's a lost cause. "You're hilarious," I deadpan, glaring at him. "Where's Aiko? She's usually the one who's running late, not me."

"She already headed out with the second-years. Apparently, she doesn't waste time wrestling with her clothes," he says with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself a bit too much.

"Good for her," I mutter, running a hand through my tangled hair in a last-ditch attempt to look somewhat presentable. Takeshi's grin only widens as he watches me fuss. "What are you smirking at now?"

"Oh, nothing," he says innocently, but there's nothing innocent about the look on his face. "Just wondering how long you'll take to realize your jacket's on inside out."

I stop dead in my tracks and glance down. Sure enough, the seams are showing, and the tag is sticking out like a little flag announcing my embarrassment. "For fuck's sake—" I start grumbling under my breath as I quickly yank it off and fix it, all while he looks like he's seconds away from bursting into laughter.

After a quick adjustment, I finally feel somewhat human again. "Alright, let's get going. I'm not risking being late and having some boring lecture dumped on us as punishment."

We fall into step, heading toward the conference room, where apparently all the students are gathering. "Any idea what this meeting's about?" I ask, trying to shift the topic away from my wardrobe disasters.

Takeshi shrugs. "No clue. Maybe they're giving us more missions, or maybe it's just another one of those motivational talks that are supposed to 'bond us as a team.'" He puts on an overly enthusiastic voice for the last part, complete with jazz hands.