[Setting in year 2010, Post Star Plasma Vessel and Pre-Canon]
«I'm Aoi. Aoi Fujikawa. Aoi like Hollyhock, not the color Blue. Yeah, I know-nobody ever gets it right the first time.»
A simple life as an art student in Tokyo was all Aoi ever wanted. S...
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Mistakes. I've made plenty of them over the years, but this? This is definitely in the top five.
The thought played lazily through Satoru Gojo's mind as he strolled through the dimly lit halls of the art faculty, staring at the shattered remains of the curse he'd just obliterated. And yet, despite the utter destruction he'd unleashed, there was something about this entire situation that made his skin crawl.
Something... inconvenient.
He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets, glancing around with little interest. The lights flickered overhead, giving the place an unsettling vibe, but nothing he wasn't used to.
His life had been a series of easy victories—things other people struggled with were just... too simple for him. Maybe that's why he made so many bad choices. The perks of being Satoru Gojo, he guessed. When nothing's a challenge, you start getting lazy. Complacent. Sometimes, you even get careless.
Like now, for example.
He sighed, rubbing his temple with a mixture of annoyance and self-pity. This wasn't supposed to happen. He glanced down at the girl huddled on the ground, her breath still ragged from fear, her face pale. Yeah, this definitely wasn't how things were supposed to go.
The mission had been simple on paper. A lot of high-grade curses had been appearing near the art department of a local university.Investigate. Eliminate said curses. Find the source. Eliminate the source. Easy. Simple. He'd done this kind of thing a hundred times before, without a hitch. Nothing he couldn't handle.
And, to be fair, he had handled it. In the few days he'd been patrolling the area, he'd dealt with curse after curse, each more strong than the last. Nothing special. But then came this morning's little twist.
