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[notyourblindfold]

"Ehhh, don't worry about it. It's not your fault, Jangmi. Yaga...shouldn't...have..."

Satoru trailed off, raising both brows and glancing upward toward her hand the second he felt its fingers petting him like a puppy, causing a bewildered scoff to breach past his lips. Usually, he'd scold anyone ballsy enough to try and pull such a degrading gesture; but seeing as she was riding a reversed curse energy high, he let it slide.

Besides, what were the chances of her remembering this in the morning? The poor First Year was already feeling guilty and embarrassed about the rescue; she didn't need this added to her ledger.

"Thank you...?"

Don't ask him why, but for some reason, her praise, albeit slightly delirious, had the tips of his ears turning insanely warm. This was the first time he had ever felt such a thing, so he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. He was, however, grateful to see that her eyes were closed. She didn't need to see that. Or anyone else, really.

Well, anyone except for Shoko, who noticed the second Satoru came barging through the infirmary doors with their collapsed classmate. She didn't ask any questions, at least not yet, and got right to work, quickly setting up a cot for Jangmi to lay on and taking over the reverse cursed technique. Hers was a lot more potent and precise than Satoru's, but she was pleased to see just how far he had progressed since they last practiced.

"Not bad, rookie." She mused, slapping his upper back while smirking. "But I'll take over from here. You can go."

Satoru glanced from the sleeping Jangmi to the exit, debating on whether or not to do so. The arcade still called his name but it was a lot fainter now, and he found himself shrugging it off until tomorrow. "Nah, I think I'll stay."

Jangmi let out a short, grunt groan at his response. It was true, after all; Shoko was often busy healing injured sorcerers and students alike, her ability so rare that she was run ragged handling as much as she could. She winced when he cursed; she really did feel bad. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I..." She didn't know what to say. She felt weak, and that was embarrassing as hell in front of anyone. In front of one of the strongest sorcerers the world had seen in decades? It was even worse. She didn't want him to think of her as another burden to bear.

Tears formed in her eyes again, but not because of the pain. She really felt that guilty. She blinked a lot, trying to keep the tears at bay. At least from this angle, he couldn't see her face, she thought. It was a small one, but a comfort nonetheless. That is, until he unexpectedly changed how he was carrying her. She turned her face away from him, wishing she could reach up and tug the ribbon that pulled her hair into a half-ponytail, free the pink locks so they could help shield her watery eyes. When she started to lift her arm to try, it fell back onto her midriff uselessly.

There was something about reverse cursed technique that was calming. Maybe the positive effect of the technique temporarily altering her brain chemistry? She gasped quietly at the thought that maybe she was feeling so peaceful because she was about to die. "Senpai..." she whispered. Would he even hear her over the wind? she wondered. "I really am sorry that you had to clean up my mess." The blood flowing out of her began to lessen as the wound closed. In her delirium, she didn't think much of reaching her clean hand up to press it to the top of his head and slide it across his snowy white hair, as if he were a puppy. "You're doing so good," she praised. Her eyelids lowered once, twice, and then stayed down. Her arm fell to hook over his shoulder, and her head slumped forward. A small groan was the only indication that she was still somewhat conscious.

[notyourblindfold]

Her speculations were correct; he wasn't Superman, nor did he want to be. I mean, have you seen the superhero's suit? Satoru would much rather be caught dead than wearing that wedgie-inducing spandex. It may have captured, or even inspired, the hearts of Lois Lane and the civilians of Metropolis, but not his. Hard pass.

So, yes, long story short, the strongest did get tired. But never in the presence of others, not even his best friend. Satoru couldn't afford to show vulnerability, especially when the bounties for his head had piled as high as they were now.

But an 'off day'? Yeah, no. That wasn't going to happen, mainly because it wasn't an option—not just for himself but also for the sake of those who were relying on his protection. Like humanity itself.

If only he could say the same for bad hair days. Those he couldn't seem to overcome.

"Y'know Shoko, she runs on her own time," Satoru shrugged slightly, trying to take pieces of her delirious optimism and apply them to his own train of thought. He wanted to believe the poison would only knock her out as she said, but a part of him knew better. Curses didn't render people unconscious; they killed them. And right now, she didn't look good at all, growing paler and more lethargic by the second. Hell, she could barely keep her head up!

She left him no choice.

"Damn it, Jangmi. I had to play your knight in shining armor, and now I have to play your doctor, too? You're lucky I was paying attention to Shoko's little reverse cursed technique ramble the other day, cause I'm going to have to heal you on our way back." In the air, while holding her wedding style like the damsel in distress she was. Not that he really thought that way of her, she was simply a damsel who was quite literally in distress.

So as he took to the sky, Satoru shifted the First Year in his arms, turning her from a briefcase to a princess, who he was holding onto with both arms—one around her waist and the other underneath the back of her knees. White energy surrounded them shortly afterward as Shoko's reverse cursed technique went into effect, working quickly to repair the wound and rid it of the poison. His interpretation of the technique wasn't as refined as his classmate's, but he was trying.

His melodrama entertained her, but she felt too lightheaded to do more than breathe out a quick, amused breath through her nose. "Mn, well you could have an 'off day.' You never know," she teased. Rather than doubt, she simply remembered he was human; not the Superman that everyone made him out to be. Surely there were days where he wasn't at the top of his game, she thought. Even if there hadn't been a single day like that in his life, she knew it was foolish to think that he could keep it up forever. Even one of the strongest had to get tired, sometimes.

Suddenly she felt supremely guilty for not being able to handle the curse on her own, her stomach churning with the uncomfortable realization of her failure. It didn't help that the way he'd decided to carry her was making her uniform jacket and the camisole underneath pull tight against her abdomen and sides, causing the wound to sting. "Gee, my knight in shining armor," she replied with light sarcasm, just a little bit irritated that he was treating her about the same as a briefcase. She couldn't be too mad; he was saving her ass, after all. Still, it would've been nice to be treated like a human rather than dangling like a kitten grabbed up by the scruff of its neck.

Jangmi could barely lift her head at this point, even though she was trying. She must have lost consciousness briefly, because she hadn't heard him kill off the curse. The next thing she knew, he was telling her not to fall asleep. She mumbled, "Maybe it's just gonna knock me out. Maybe it's not the kind of poison that kills." Optimism, to try to convince herself that she wasn't dying. "Did she come along?" she asked, surprised. Yaga usually made Shoko stay behind, and anyone who got hurt had to tough it out until they could get back to Jujutsu High. "Or..." she trailed off, not liking the alternative, if she was already in and out of consciousness.

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Gojo had called it.

Yaga's decision to let a First Year handle a curse of this rank alone, of all things, had backfired. And now he was the one who got tasked with cleaning up his superior's mistake. Unfortunately, this was nothing new during his time at Tokyo Jujutsu High, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

'Today's supposed to be my day off, too,' He thought, glancing over his shoulder the moment rustling could be heard as the curse began to free itself from the rubble. 'Yaga totally owes me for this.'

Her question earned an offended gasp from the Second Year, who used his free hand to clutch his chest in feigning heartache. "How dare you, Jangmi. I expected that sort of doubt from Nanami, but you…? That's just cold. Ice cold."

The girl was bleeding and clearly in pain from the poison coursing through her system, so he'd let the harsh words slide this time. Besides, it wasn't her fault. Yaga should have known better.

"Just hang tight, alright? I'll getcha outta here," He soothed, lightly scooping her up with one arm while the other remained extended outward towards the curse.

The abomination charged at them with everything it could muster, throwing away and crashing into anything in its path. Its beady eyes were trained on the Second Year, bearing its fangs, fully intending on making the brat pay for what he did. But just as it was about to sink its lethal claws into the sorcerer's skin and muscle tissue, Infinity stopped it mid-air. "Ever heard of personal space, pal?" Gojo scoffed, grabbing hold of its face with the extended hand. It writhed and screeched from within his grip, but it couldn't move, for his cursed technique's gravitational pull was far too strong.

CRUNCH—!

Brain matter, pieces of bone, and purple blood splattered everywhere the second the curse's head caved in, making Gojo victorious. He grinned through the gore and dropped the corpse like the worthless thing it was, its lifeless limbs slapping against the ground with a sickening thud.

"Wha—hey! No falling asleep on me," He couldn't tell if it was the tears or the poison that was making her eyes look so sleepy, earning a slightly concerned huff from the Gojo clan heir. "Shit, we're running out of time! I've got to find Shoko."

She had lifted a shaking arm to try to use her cursed energy and propel herself back again, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of her. Only when she was sure the curse was incapacitated did she turn her attention to the newcomer, immediately recognizing him. "Gojo-senpai..." she began, his name falling between her panting breaths. Tears lined her eyes--a natural response to the pain rather than a result of fear, as the corners of her lips were slightly upturned in an expression of relief. "...Thank you." His figure blurred a bit and she blinked once, twice, three times, thinking the tears were the cause. When it didn't alleviate the haze developing around him--and everything else in her vision, she soon realized--she shook her head a little, trying to fight off whatever was happening to her. It didn't work.

Jangmi nodded once in response to his observation. "Poison." She brought her hand away from her side for a moment to look at the blood herself, also noting its unnatural shade. "Don't let it get you with its claws," she warned, leaning into the hand on her shoulder as it was probably the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the ground. "I thought I could handle a grade one on my own..." A breathless laugh escaped her. "Guess not," she admitted with a pout.

Pressing her hand back to the gashes, she winced a little when there was pain, tears building up in her eyes until they rolled down her cheeks. She wiped the fingertips of her free hand over the wet little lines, smearing them away. "This is so embarrassing..." she muttered, more to herself than to him, though she wasn't particularly trying to be quiet. Jangmi tried to stand, but she only managed to get her knee halfway off the ground before she dropped back onto it. When she looked past Gojo towards the curse, she realized it was managing to squirm out from under the rubble. She nodded towards the creature. "You can exorcise it, right?"

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"Get ready for a big 'I told you so!' when I get back," Gojo sneered through the phone, lips curling back into an amused grin upon hearing his superior groan on the other end of the call. He wasn't pleased, but that wasn't Gojo's problem. The lack of caffeine in his body was, "Oh! And remember to have the vending machine by the male dorms restocked. It's out of energy drinks."

Yaga retaliated, or at least tried to, but the white-haired student cut him short by closing the flip phone and hanging up—a bad habit of his. Right on time, too, because the next thing he heard was the sound of a guttural screech and tearing flesh, followed by a loud crash.

The fight was still going on.

That is until Gojo intervened at the last second, appearing in front of Jangmi in the blink of an eye, arm extending outward in the curse's direction as it lunged for a second attack. A flash of blue cursed energy sent it hurdling backward and slamming through a nearby wall, causing its entire infrastructure to shatter and chunks of its concrete to fall onto the curse. It wasn't dead yet, but the hundreds of pounds pinning it to the ground would keep it busy, at least long enough for him to check on the First Year.

"Phew—! That was a close one," He mused with an airy laugh, dusting off imaginary dirt from his left shoulder. "Not sure what you did to piss the thing off, but it worked—"

A shift in Jangmi's cursed energy had the young sorcerer whirling around to face her, cerulean eyes scanning her from head to toe as he stepped closer. The first thing that jumped out at him was the blood. It drenched the side of her uniform, but it wasn't the usual bright red one would expect to see. It had a dark tint, almost like another substance had mixed within.

"Uhh, you're looking a lot paler than usual," He stated, crouching down so they were at the same eye level. She looked unstable from how her body swayed, so he quickly placed a hand on her shoulder for better support. "What the hell happened?

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It was hideous. An amalgamation of long, spindly arms with razor-sharp looking, talon-tipped hands. Despite its blubbery, bulbous body, the curse was surprisingly agile. Two of its hands were held up where a stump of flesh jutted out from the top, much like a thick neck with the head chopped off. A grouping of beady little eyes blinked at her from the palms of the hands. It charged her, but Jangmi was ready.

"Cursed technique: Unrelenting Force." She spoke calmly despite the creature running towards her at full speed. Shoving a hand forward, she pushed with her cursed energy to shoot the curse back into the wall of the abandoned hospital it had been haunting. Her other hand shot out near her hip and swung up, another rush of cursed energy pushed the thing up through the wall into the air. She flipped her hands over, palm facing up, and swept her hands around like a conductor of a symphony. Instead of leading instrumentalists, however, she led large chunks of debris into moving, crashing them into the curse for extra damage. Those who had witnessed her technique had often likened it to telekinesis, in the way it looked and operated.

She wasn't ready for the monster to slice easily through the hulking pieces of concrete she threw at it. The next thing she knew, it was rushing for her again, and got far too close in a short span of milliseconds. Panicked by the sudden burst of speed, she pushed her hands out together and used her cursed energy on herself, sending her flying backward as fast as a bullet. But the curse's arms were just long enough, just quick enough, that when it reached out and swiped its claws, they ripped into her side, and she cried out in pain.

When she came to a stop, she swayed on her feet, her head feeling light and yet her limbs all too heavy. Poison...? she thought, dropping down to one knee as her hand pressed to her wound. This was getting messy...

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SATORU ⤫ GOJO

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