▬▬ by still waters, standing on equilibrium

YOU WERE REJECTED.

"Waaah . . . I'm so sad." Not really.

That was new for you. It bothered you, but you didn't care at the same time.

In most instances, humans had psychologically perceived that you were a physically attractive person, getting more attention each time. It sucked hard even so, for you were being highly objectified. Every single one of them wanted a piece of you. You also recently had an encounter with a human species that wanted to buy you for their sexual gratification. It made you feel less than human, it was as though you turned into a thing or commodity.

Yeah, shit it is.

For years and years, it was like that.

You were more viewed like a Greek statue rather than a human being. Only if there would see less of your physical attributes so that you would be able to feel more authentic to the eyes of the beholders and less like an object to be gawked at.

Thus, it was a relief to see someone actually existed who didn't care about you, telling you to shut up instead.

You did shut up, anyway, now you were back to being silent.

Staring and staring, studying each line and dirt that your best friend called 'ceiling' had.

You were lying on the couch like a corpse in a coffin. Steadily, steadily . . . Waiting, listening, and smelling Nanami's cooking.

I'm getting hungrier . . . 🥺

Your inner subconscious made that sparkly, animated face.

Those passed minutes you were savoring the smell of the food, Yuji popped his head around the door.

"Tadaima!" he exclaimed jovially. Then he ran towards the couch, peering over you. "Sensei! Hello~!"

You grinned thinly. "Yo, otsukare."

You couldn't deny that Yuji's energy was so bright and he was able to share it with you. Instant dopamine.

He went on, nearing where Nanami was cooking.

"Nanamin~, let me help!"

The 7:3 Sorcerer said nothing, only allowing the young sorcerer to assist him.

Not fair . . .

You wanted to whine, but you did shut up instead.

Not too long when the three of you heard Gojo Satoru's footsteps sound at the entrance of the office.

"I'm here!" He greeted us brightly the way Yuji did. "Oh~ Nanami and Yuji are cooking!" Gojo noticed the two, illusory sparkles surrounding his face. "Tonight's dinner will be fancy!" Then panned his attention to you. "Ryuuuuuseeiiiii~!"

You hated how passionate Gojo was when he called you.

"Ryuuuuuseeiiiii~!"

And he repeated.

"Shut the fuck up," you said in a monotonous voice. "I'm a corpse right now. Don't faken talk to me."

"Oh, don't worry, I missed you, too~"

This time, you'd lifted a middle finger to him.

You wanted to punch him in the face. His sole existence was annoying.

Gojo didn't care if he was annoying or not, he only felt frolic seeing you.

"You looked so tired, ne?" He stated the obvious, then pushed your lower legs to make space for him and sat down. "I bought sweets~ Let's eat, let's eat ♡"

There were three boxes of pastries he put down on the table, but Gojo opened the expensive-looking macarons.

"Quartz Macarons," he said with a dream-like tone. His mouth started to water just looking at those sweet delights. "They're made with Camelia tea, decorated with edible gold leaf." With all his heart content, he ate one. And nothing could compare to the kilig he felt once he tasted the perfection of the exquisite piece. "Ryusei, have one! Say 'ah'~"

Gojo reached a macaron to you.

You opened your mouth.

He fed you one.

Sinking your teeth into one of these culinary masterpieces made you feel like you were in the heart of the heavens.

"I think . . . I think I saw your great, great, great, great grandmother, Satoru . . ~"

"Pfft—!" The white-haired man wasn't able to handle his laughter, he pushed you down the couch by side of your knee.

Gravity pulled you, anyhow. You fell down on your knees with a thud.

"Gago ka?" Then you grumbled in another language. 'Yah asshole?' basically in the English translation.

"You're such a comedienne, ne?"

You rolled your eyes, kicking his shin in the process. "You didn't have to push me."

Gojo chuckled. "Mengomen~" Then he grabbed your waist and pulled you up like a kid. He suddenly had a realization. "You're so smol, Ryusei~ You sure went to military training with that height?"

"Hah?" You turned around, looking at him with an irked, contorted expression. "Don't ever mock my height, or I'mma shrink you, you damned beanstalk."

You were sure that Nanami and Yuji could hear your discourse.

He only smirked, "I'm just wondering, so."

You huffed, sitting back on the couch. "Well, when a country is always in the state of conflicts and wars, the leaders were desperate for more manpower—oh, what I mean, womenpower." You rummaged your bag to find your hair tie and fastened your hair. "Thus, regardless of the height, if you have the strength and courage, you'd be accepted."

"Oh, so you were accepted?"

You struck a sassy pose, having a fierce but bored look, you said, "Yes." With a flip-hair. "Because I'm fucking awesome." Then you reverted back to your default resting-depressed face. "I'd trained for three years, but died right away after three days in the frontline lmao."

Gojo emitted unrestrained laughs. "Bet that's the sole reason why you joined!"

"Yep," you replied popping the 'p'. Then you stood up, letting out a very deep, long, and tired yawn. "Since you're here, I'mma take a shower."

"Hai, hai, go ahead~" Gojo mused.

Gojo could do the Reverse Cursed Technique, so if there was an emergency that came in the infirmary while you were in the showers, he'd sub for you.

You walked towards the room abutting this office—the staff locker area and shower room.

"Sensei," Yuji called your attention, "please don't take too long; dinner will be ready in a few!"

You grinned at the young man. "'Kay."

Upon reaching your locker, you grabbed your towel, scrub suits, and undergarments. Before you stepped inside the shower area, one by one, you pealed your clothes. Once you were stripped naked, you the smoothness of your skin, the warmth upon your palm.

You then looked at the bathing necessities. Nothing fancy about the products, all instant-looking.

Time had passed . . .

When you could afford such fragrant oils or indeed any of those other fancy things you had. Everything was catered for you: the finest clothes and most precious stones and cosmetics. You had never been happy in that relatively little monumental palace, dreading over petty rituals, parties lasting for more than a week, and musical evenings after extravagant meals.

Luxuries had never mattered, particularly when everything was meaningless.

Yet you couldn't help but realize how could so much have changed in so little time?

"'Little', really?" you muttered to yourself.

Relatively, yes. A thousand years was relatively small in the timescale on the galaxy where you belong. For humans, like you, time moved like a whisper, only to find yourself wasting your almost entire life out in the cosmos.

You sighed as you shrugged off, continuing the purpose why you were here: to take a shower.

It must be odd, but the most favorite time of your sickening day was the time in the bathroom, where you could nurture your sanity with the sensation of warm water and cheap, aromatic soaps. Soaking in that heated water, it hugged every inch of your skin so gently.

You didn't stay in the shower as much as you like, thus after thoroughly rinsing the soap, you took your towel to dry yourself. Shortly, you wore your undergarments along with your scrubs and lab gown.

Dinner was held in the very lounge area of the office. You walked towards them, hands on the pockets, the soles of your sandals stomping lazily on the tiled floor.

"Sensei!" Yuji was the first one to greet you as you sat next to him. "You really look like a sensei on your attire."

You forcefully lifted one of the corners of your mouth, huffing lowly against your throat.

Gojo chuckled at your reaction. "Yuji, stop stating the obvious."

"Eh? Naze?" Clueless as Yuji was.

Nanami filled in, "She's probably a real doctor in the past."

"Bingo~" you sang boringly.

"Whoah . . ." The kid expressed his admiration for you. "Sensei, is there anything you can't do?"

You flipped your head to your side, arching your right eyebrow with a lopsided grin on your mouth. "Oh my, thank you for asking, my dear Yuji-kun; and as a matter of facts, yes, indeed there are things I can't do–" you placed a shoulder on top of his shoulder– "smoking weeds, for one."

"Uruse, na!" Gojo hid his giggles through his irritated voice while throwing a piece of strawberry at you.

Nanami, who was sitting across you and next to Gojo, seconded with a sigh, "Stop poisoning the kid's mind."

"How rude!" You faked a pained voice. "Didn't y'all know that in the ancient times, when one was you smoking marijuana, it meant you were communing with the gods?"

The three of them flashed a 'what' renders on their faces.

"Yes," you convinced them to believe. "Not only that, tobacco was used to treat asthma. Oh, also, there was a time in history that using cocaine could cure hay fever, or meth as a diet pill, or heroin as cough syrup for children."

"Oh, really?" Gojo was interactive. "Humanity and its long history of failure, huh?"

As well as for Yuji. "Sensei, you really know a lot!"

"Heh, expect that to an old hag~"

You knew who said it. If Gojo was relying on numbers, you would argue using the same thing.

"Well–" you pursed your lips, taking a plate and fork to serve yourself with the pasta that Nanami and Yuji cooked– "scientifically speaking, matter can neither be destroyed nor created, and it took almost 14 billion years to form humans out of matter, therefore, we are all have the same age as the universe."

"Oh, shut up, really." Clearly, Gojo had nothing to rebut after hearing you.

You teasingly showed your tongue, twirling the pasta with your fork, then shoved it into your mouth.

The first bite of the dish made you speechless, but when you did recover, you exclaimed through a mouthful of pasta, "Delish!"

"Aren't you feeling honored to taste Nanami's food, Ryusei?" Gojo smiled.

You only nodded congenially between bites; it had been a while since you ate real food.

Nanami poured cold water on his glass, though it would be better if he had a brand of scotch right now. He didn't somehow want you to be envious for he was able to drink.

"I appreciate the thought," Nanami said, "but the credits are to Yuji."

"O-Oh, not really." Yuji rubbed the back of his head while smiling modestly.

As the four of you ate, Gojo was talking about things that made no sense. It gave you no doubt that Gojo might have the narcissistic behavior—for he often bragged about his self-entitlement—or might not; he had these strong morals that kept him from wiping out society.

"Say, Ryusei . . ."

Your thoughts were cut once Gojo called you.

"Yeah?" you answered while you were about to drink your water.

"Where were you when jujutsu's foundations were created?"

You almost choked.

Putting down the glass on the table, you gave them a deadpan look.

"Hoh?" Gojo sneered. "Taken aback, are we?"

With that reaction of yours, Nanami, Yuji, and Gojo speculated that you were might be hiding something.

You heaved a deep sigh, leaning back on the couch. You had no intention of hiding things from them, but the question was fired at the most random way.

"Hmm, I wonder where I was back then, too . . ." you hummed, having a little trip down memory lane.

You never have had the reflection on the passage of the years you underwent. But there was always this certain memory that never failed to plague your mind. It was a consolation, your very punishment, a reward you did wish to throw. History might not forgive, but you didn't ruminate in regrets.

The memories of that tonight were always vivid; they evoke and haunt. Even if you closed your eyes now, you could smell the smoke, the fire, and the dead; the blazing image of your birthplace was mirrored and inscribed in your apathetic mind.

"Well, I'm not sure what scale of history was that, but once my birthplace was annihilated and I wandered in the wilderness after I got resurrected, it was when I met a person who introduced me to jujutsu."

An equivocal sorcerer was already registered on Nanami's and Gojo's minds once unveiling the person you were pertaining about.

You continued, "He said that he was traveling all over the world to proclaim the foundations of sorcery."

Thus, that gave a concrete depiction to Nanami and Gojo's guess.

"Uhm, you see, I was pretty a rotten brat growing up, so I didn't know how to live alone in that wasteland—nothing to go or nobody to rely on . . . And since that man was a traveler, I tagged along with him." You looked forward, meeting each one of their gazes. "And after reaching a certain city, Kemi—which, by the way, a forgotten and utterly obliterated place—we separated ways."

"Why did you two separate ways, sensei?" Yuji wondered.

You cringed just remembering that day. "I was taken as the bride of the king—against my fucking will—and that sorcerer got exiled because of it."

"EEHHH?! YOU'RE MARRIED?" Gojo flabbergasted.

"EW! HOLY FUCKING NO!" you blurted out. "I'm never once married. And I belong to no one."

The white-haired man burst out laughing. "You really do have an interesting life, ne, Ryusei?"

You rolled your eyes, feeling depleted upon knowing that they had an assumption of you being married. "Anyway, no marriage ceremony that happened, because I happened to accidentally killed the king when I accidentally activate my cursed energy." Then you lifted the corners of your lips indifferently, unapologetic.

"That's dark, ne?" Yuji commented.

Nanami only shrugged.

"Then, what?" Gojo pursued the conversation.

You chuckled ruefully. "Hmph, you all won't believe the people of the day were big supporters of mine."

"Eh? They did?" Yuji said.

Nanami was still keeping quiet as he listened to you.

"People were supporters of murder, you sayin'?" Gojo questioned.

"Hehehe, kinda, I guess . . ." You shrugged loosely. "All I know, they celebrated my genius by lighting a big, lovely bonfire . . . Which they only staked me on top of."

Once you dropped the punchline, the three of them didn't know if they'd laugh or pity you.

"Ryusei, you dumb fool!" Gojo threw a crumpled napkin at you.

"Sensei!" Yuji called out, teary-eyed. "I'm sorry that you had to experience that!"

"Hah . . ." You actually lost count of how many times did Nanami sigh in the span of five minutes of talking.

You were just cackling at their priceless reaction. It must be a sign of being tired of living, you could only make humor to your suffering.

"Now, now, to conclude that story, those people had put me on the verge of limit, thus I kinda went out of control . . . I accidentally unleashed my cursed technique. Remember when I said that the city of Kemi was forgotten and utterly obliterated . . . I'm the reason why."

Figured. The men said in their minds.

"After that, what?" Yuji asked. "What happened to your fellow traveler?"

"Ah, yeah, right . . ." You almost forgot about it, mind went astray from the real topic. "I wasn't able to meet that person that time, but lo, almost 300 years came to pass."

"Three hundred years?" Yuji was surprised about it, whilst for the two, it wasn't a new story.

"Uh-huh," you smiled guilefully, "it also happened that piece of shit is immortal."

"Who, who?" The young sorcerer's curiosity was in the tip.

"Oh, haven't you heard about him, Yuji?" He shook his head to your question. "He's quite well-known here, that Tengen. I heard he has his own religion . . ? That piece of occultic shit, really."

Gojo was casually smiling, reclining comfortably on the couch. Nanami was having the same impression, legs being elegantly crossed.

"You seemed annoyed about Tengen-sama?" Gojo asked.

You scrunched up your face. "IDK, too, but he ticks me off. I remember him came crawling to me, begging me to save his thy glorious Sunrise Land, end the misery of people being plagued of cursed spirits."

Gojo's eyes, even though covered, narrowed. "What era of Japan, Ryusei?"

"Oh, somewhere in the, uh, what do you all call that again? Something to do with the 'Golden Age' . . ?"

"The Heian Era," Nanami answered it for you. "You're must be pertaining about the Golden Age of Sorcery way back from 794 to 1185 AD."

Your face illuminated hearing Nanami speak once again. "Right, yes, that one."

"Hmm, interesting, huh?" Gojo cooed. "For what purpose did Tengen-sama beg something from you?"

"To exorcise some equally piece of shit of a cursed spirit." You specifically glanced at Yuji, hiding a canny smile behind the subtle crease of your lips.

Wordlessness and perplexity enshrouded the concrete-walled room and there were dark shadows lingering inside, manifesting an eerie feeling that was somehow the most terrifying of all.

The adults remained calm, except for Yuji who was first oblivious about it, but once he was able to connect the dots, he bellowed, "Do you mean Sukuna?!"

You smiled at the kid, confirming his attest.

"Eeee-Eeeeeehhh??? Really?" Yuji, by some means, refused to believe, remembering how his resident demon chanted insidious whispers every time you were on sight.

"Hmm? Why?" you asked with throaty hums, amused.

"Uhm, just to make it clear, you met Sukuna before, sensei?" You nodded your head as a reply. "You two aren't friends, right?"

You chuckled. "What makes you think that we are?"

"Well," he meandered, "because he never said something good about you."

You raised a brow.

I never expected him to, tho.

"Then," you prompted, "tell that bitch he has ugly tits."

Both Nanami and Gojo coughed at what they were eating, not expecting you'd say such.

While you bit your lower lip as you held your laughter.

Yuji was dumbfounded. "He . . . He can hear you. Y'know. Sensei."

"Oh . . ." You feigned a surprised face. "He lookin'?" Then you looked at the curse through the eyes of the kid sorcerer with profound detriment. "That's so unpleasant."

Suddenly, an eye was opened below Yuji's eye and a mouth morphed on his cheek. Then you heard that vengeful voice once again.

"You never settled a damn thing back then," Sukuna said full of bitterness.

You didn't exorcise him fully that day, while his hatred for you branched out more, because of his incapability of getting rid of you.

The King of Curses, an epitome of death, was never able to kill you.

If comparing you to a lowly cockroach, then it was the same for Sukuna—out-fucking and conquering death by dividing his soul to his fingers.

"Hoh? Wanna do a schedule to settle shits up?" you replied to him, looking at your nails, unbothered by his presence.

Devious wickedness was fully manifested by a mere grin spread across the morphed mouth of Sukuna.

Listening to you and Sukuna of you exchanged words, the three men were convinced that you really lived long enough.

"Yes, yes." His malicious accord was reflected in his voice. "You'll be my prime target once I completely possessed this brat and got my fingers back—"

"Heh, your fingers, you mean?" you stated frivolously. "Speaking of, I have something for you." You were chuckling like a mischievous menace you were and started searching your pocket.

Just as when Sukuna attempted to speak, you jolted to face him back. Your facial expression was contorted in a psychotic smile. "Here are your fingers, you pussy li'l bitch!" you roared in utter manic—two of your middle fingers up, tongue sticking out in a confrontational attitude.

Yuji was too shocked to react.

Gojo, as usual, laughed out loud.

Nanami did a facepalm.

It was as if you were reunited with your childhood nemesis and acted like a dumb brat you were, throwing red flags to provoke a fight.

"I'll go." Nanami was the first one to speak, standing up and walking towards the exit.

"Me, too!" Yuji trailed, covering the mouth of Sukuna which was on his cheek. But only appeared on the back of his palm. He could feel his demon host making a huge turmoil inside his head. And before Sukuna could let out his frustrations, he followed Nanami outside. "W-Well . . . I'll see you two tomorrow!"

"You certainly know how to piss the King of Curses off," Gojo commented as of nothing happened while munching his strawberry shortcake.

"Meh, King of Pussies, much better," you replied and continued eating.

"So–" Gojo prolonged the ending syllable in an intrigued manner– "you're the one who brought the end of Japan's demise last 1185?"

"I didn't even want to do it," you said, "only if Tengen didn't lie to me, telling that Sukuna had the potential to kill me."

"And he didn't?"

"He didn't," you concurred, "just like how a pussy he is."

Gojo only chuckled. "Here I thought it was the work of our predecessors . . . And here you are, proving the history inscribed in the sorcerer's society is a lie. That's why it's always an honor for me to know you, Thine Highness."

You cringed at Gojo's sudden formality. "Please, shut it; and hurry up eating, we need to discuss more of our pseudo-intellectual absurdities."

The man only smiled at your joke. Fair enough, though, he said in his mind. You two had been creating hypotheses to combine both of your cursed techniques when having no concrete knowledge about them.

"Say, Ryusei," Gojo cued, "if I'd ask you: do you really want to die or just want to be free from your curse?"

You were at a loss of thoughts for a meantime, then slowly, you silkened your words to give him a rather vague answer. "I don't know. Either, I guess . . . Whatever works best. I'm just tired of living."

"I understand, I understand." He nodded his head redundantly. "Well, I have been thinking about it: our cursed techniques aren't compatible for them to unite."

"Yet," you professed. "They have at least a common, right? Matter and Energy. Both can distort space-time. We already have the Energy—quote-unquote Cursed Technique—and energy has matter."

"So our last resort is—quote-unquote—black hole?" he sneered.

"Yah. It's theoretically stated that the 'hole' part is the Singularity. To have a singularity, there should be a black hole first. To have a black hole, we must have a star to die and cause a supernova. It must not have enough mass than the usual; we want a black hole as the result, not a neutron star."

"That's too much work," Gojo said wearily with small humming chuckles.

The Theory of Singularity revealed that a sufficiently dense ball of matter would be surrounded by a surface where time would freeze. Beneath that 'event horizon', all matter, light, space itself was doomed to fall inwards towards a canal central point—the singularity, (as it had always been). And at the so-called point of singularity, the gravitational field would become infinite, and space and time caved into a small point with infinite density.

But that was not theoretically accurate yet. General relativity was flawed at a very small scale, thus it needed the quantum field theory to describe objects at a small scale. But, again, quantum field theory did not include gravitational effects, which was the main feature of a black hole.

And there were arguments ever since that no matter could fall directly towards each other on a perfect collision course, it had to land in the center—the singularity. It had been assumed that normal, messy objects could never collapse into a perfect point; particles always miss each other at the last instant, so it was easy to shrug off the singularity theory.

But years later when a new theory was published.

It was acknowledged that the gridlines were used to map the fabric of spacetime, and one of its subtopics stated that there were paths traveled by an object in free fall in a gravitational field called null-geodesic—the gold standard for grinding up the spacetime. Null geodesics traveling into or past any gravitational field tend to be drawn together—converge or to be focused.

And it somehow relieved you that Gojo could control space in a divergent and convergent manner.

You firmly believed that there should at least some parallel null geodesic that had to converge, cross each other, and come to a focus. For energy or matter departing beyond one of those focal points, it would be meaningless to continue to track the progression of space and time.

In other words, space and time end at that focus, the singularity.

And you, too, would end.

"A'ight, a'ight, I hear you." Gojo playfully swayed his upper body side while you described your theories at least in principles. "Black holes aside, can we just work on the singularity alone? Like what you've said, convergence or divergence is the core thing here, yeah? I can do that already."

"Uh-huh," you responded. "But the real challenge here is to find the point of that convergence or divergence among infinite possibilities."

"Sou da, ne?" He only laughed. "Wanna do some testings?"

You panned to your left. "What do you mean 'testings'? If getting swallowed by your Purple, it wouldn't be a good idea. Remember the Binding Vow. I can't die until."

"Oh, right!" He made a sham expression. "What a trouble, right?"

"I don't wanna hear that from you." Then you snatch a macaron from the table. 

Just as the usual nights, unprovable theories had preyed on each mind later. Questions after questions. The answers were as vague as your existence. 

On the face of it, Gojo could not tell whether you were content. He understood your frustrations, too; your long history of researching was one failure of critical thinking. As one of the livings, humans were not born for critical thinking. And the current theories you had been grasping were still optical illusions that tripped you up.

If science couldn't explain immediately how the world worked, then it must all be magic.

Jujutsu, for instance.

Since sorcery, nevertheless, had no concrete explanation, how much more to your curse?

"Oh, I didn't spend my whole fucking life for nothing," you replied to his query. "We still don't know yet, but we'll get there someday."

He smirked. "Somehow, you can still speak positively."

"Nah. I know you're aware of it: I'm constantly falling prey to my silly patterns of thought, that's why I'm somehow trying to stay conscious 'bout stuff . . . And definitely getting high on drugs. :)"

"Shut up. That's your worst habit." Only if Gojo was near you, he would flick your forehead.

It was already late in the evening—past nine o'clock—and he still had to go to his condo unit in the city.

"Oh, right, by the way, Satoru," you approached him before he would leave the office. "I wanna live in a high-end unit, too." You intended your voice to be demanding and childish.

Gojo looked at you contemptuously, having the gist of your objective. "What? Are you trying to leech money from me again?"

"How harsh!" You accused, and you were just faking it, but he hit the speculation right on the nail. "Not money, but a condo unit instead."

"It's basically the same thing," he chided, amused enough.

You made a face, grumbling. "Ihhhh . . . For a bachelor like you, I know you have spare units. And I'm so, so, so, so tireeeeeed living here. There's no classy bathroom, or the softest bed, or buy the food I'm craving the most, or view the beautiful cityscapes at night . . . And so much more I can't tell . . !"

Gojo moued at your dramatic heeds. As if he could pity you that way.

"You haven't even reached a week here, Ryusei."

"Yep, and I don't need to," you said in an indifferent tone. "I need a car as well. Just so you know."

Gojo hummed, rubbing his glabella with the two of his fingers, and started thinking. Certainly, he had all of the resources, and money had no issue for him. And to think of it, your request was not that complicated.

"Right, I've decided." After a few seconds of contemplating, he finally had come to a conclusion. "Yes, I can lend you a unit and a car."

Yus!! You secretly cheered inside your head.

"As expected of Gojo-san–" you tried to flatter him. "Name it, he has it."

"Oh, cut it," he vexedly said. "You know it won't come out as free."

You pouted bitterly. "'Kay, 'kay, I'mma do it. What is it?"

Gojo jumped next to you, poking your cheek out of making fun of you. "Ryusei~, there's this condominium building called Novus Skyscraper."

"Hmm, so?" You unconsciously rested your head on his shoulder like buddies you were. And your neck had been hurting ever since the afternoon.

"That's where my other unit is."

"Oh, sounds fancy, but what's the catch?"

"Nothing, really," he said with a hidden sarcasm in his voice, "only there are these dragging reports that a few of the inhabitants went spirited away."

"Geh, that's so cursed-spirits-thingy, right?" you replied boringly. 

Gojo explained it to you: the disappearances, unsolved mysteries of their deaths, and the growing ominous aura in the building. And since these incidents and strange details attracted so much attention, all of those amateur and self-entitled detectives wanted a piece of it and ruled the peculiarities, only ended being the victims instead.

Truly, the urban legends and conspiracy theories had something about it, and you never shrugging them off.

"Okay, I'll take it," you told the white-haired man. "But my schedule is heavily packed these weekdays . . ." Might do it on the weekends. "You surely are punishing me, Satoru."

"Oi, oi, don't blame it on me, Ryusei." He nudged you on your rib area. "It's your determination, right, to achieve your goals and dreams!"

Rolling your eyes, you pushed his away. You returned lying on the couch, your head was on the armrest, friskily kicking him out to leave.

"I don't have such," you denied, sighing. "My sole intention is to scam you. Nothing else."

"Hahahaha! You better try harder next time, Ryusei!" He sprang from the seat and made a teasing expression to tease you more. "Well, then, see you tomorrow~! ♡"

"Oh, you better won't be." Really, really, you had no energy for the night to adhere Gojo's endless chagrin. "Because I will punch you real hard."

"I'll look forward to it!" he declared before he left.

You felt the peace and comfort right after. Good thing he left the remaining sweets, because you need energy for the night. And yes, these jujutsu shits had night shift duties. 

But, as typical of you, you would just gonna sleep while those emergencies were not arriving.

and here i am again
with random, kinda
unrelated chapter
title . . . and a shit-
post chapter XD

im sorry for the late
update as well lawl
bc i was kinda stuck
at the singularity
bollocks and im too
dumb to composed
my thoughts, but i
smhw managed to.
🤡

im writing this arc 2
you interacting with
the jjk og charas so
i wont feel sorry
reaching each chapter
up to 5k words or plus

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