Amaya Kurogane, a talented sorcerer with a love for a good fight, never asked for Satoru Gojo's relentless presence in her life. Yet, despite his infuriating antics and overconfidence, he drags her into one misadventure after another. As their const...
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"Do you ever think about how irresponsible you are?" I asked, folding my arms as Gojo Satoru twirled a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
"Hmm," he hummed, tapping the side of his head in mock thought. "Nope. Can't say I do."
I sighed, watching him inspect the box of Kikufuku like it was a priceless artifact rather than dessert. "Let me get this straight. You sent Megumi to handle a special grade cursed object—your job—so you could come here and do... this?" I gestured to the sweets shop.
"Yup." He opened the box with a flourish and held out a piece, the mochi's sugary filling peeking out. "Want one?"
"No."
"Your loss."
He popped one into his mouth, closing his eyes as if it was the pinnacle of culinary perfection. I couldn't help but scoff. The strongest sorcerer in the world, ladies and gentlemen.
"Why am I even here?" I asked, crossing my arms tighter.
"Because you're fun to have around," he said, grinning with his usual infuriating confidence. "And because I knew you'd scold me for making Megumi work alone, which is kinda cute."
My glare could have sent lesser men running. Gojo? He just grinned wider.
"I don't know why anyone puts up with you," I muttered.
"Because I'm charming."
"Because you're insufferable."
"Same thing," he said with a shrug, reaching for another piece of Kikufuku.
The casual air grated on my nerves, not because I didn't like sweets—I did—but because there was a special grade cursed object loose somewhere, and I wasn't the kind of person who could sit still knowing that.
I shifted my weight, watching as Gojo leisurely finished his treat. My fingers itched to leave, to track Megumi down, but Gojo always seemed to know when I was about to walk away.
"Relax, Amaya," he said, tossing the empty box into a nearby trash bin without missing. "Megumi's got it under control."
"That's not the point," I snapped. "You're the one who's supposed to handle this. It's reckless."
"Reckless?" He raised an eyebrow, lowering his blindfold just enough to show one cerulean eye. "You say that like Megumi isn't capable. The kid's talented, you know."
"It's not about talent," I said sharply. "It's about responsibility. You're a special grade sorcerer. Act like one."
He let the blindfold fall back into place, his grin softening ever so slightly. "You're cute when you're mad, you know that?"
