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Suzue Kujou, timid, easily embarrassed, and stubborn as a mule, was the kind of person who could blend into the wallpaper if she tried hard enough-and she usually did.
Satoru Gojo...
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CHAPTER 25
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POV: Suzue Kujou
Suzue stood at the edge of the cursed fog, feeling the heavy weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders. Her naginata, still folded, rested comfortably in her hand, a steady presence as the village loomed ahead, shrouded in the ominous mist. Beside her, Satoru's casual presence contrasted with the eerie surroundings. He was always so relaxed, almost like the chaos didn't affect him in the slightest.
«Alright, Suzue, listen up!» Satoru began, his voice cutting through the thick air with his usual tone of mock authority. He crossed his arms, looking down at her with that signature grin that managed to be both infuriating and reassuring at the same time. «Before we step into that misty mess, let's set some ground rules. No sudden genius plans, no running off because you get a 'feeling,' and definitely none of your usual vanishing acts. Understood?»
Suzue stared at him, unimpressed but unable to stop the small smile tugging at her lips. «You're really concerned about me doing something reckless?» she asked, her voice tinged with dry amusement. «I think we both know who the real wildcard is here.»
«Really?» He leaned in slightly, still grinning. «Because you certainly have a habit of acting like one! So, repeat after me: No. Crazy. Ideas.»
She rolled her eyes, more out of habit than frustration, and indulged him. «No crazy ideas. Got it.»
Satoru raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. «And no disappearing.»
«No disappearing.» she said dryly, but the fondness in her voice gave away her amusement.
He finally gave a satisfied nod. «Good girl.» he replied with a grin, patting her head patronizingly, provoking a rush of heat to her cheeks.
Satoru straightened up, his smirk broadening as he glanced toward the ominous fog still hanging over the village ahead. Behind them, Hibiki was bouncing on her toes, practically vibrating with excitement as she watched the exchange. Suzue glanced at Satoru, who gave her a look that clearly said, "Well, she's your responsibility."
Suzue shot her a quick glance, feeling a twinge of sympathy. She didn't want Hibiki to feel left out just because she wasn't part of the direct fight. She turned to her, smiling softly. «Nakamura-san, uhm... do you think you can put up a veil around the area?»
Hibiki's face brightened even more-if that was even possible-but then she hesitated, her expression faltering. She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and smiled, though her confidence seemed to waver «Oh, uh, well... about that...» She winced, clearly embarrassed by the admission. «I can't exactly... um... erect a veil that big. It's... not really in my skill set, you know?»
