▬▬ complexities of reality, so does your name

GOJO SATORU HAD A DISTINGUISH ABILITY: it revolved around the manipulation of the space-time continuum that was somehow relatively similar to yours. He could enter, at will, a dimensional void that instantaneously transported you two to a certain location. It was kinda neat—folding the spacetime and popping out in a different place.

"Yay~! We're here!" the man happily exclaimed.

You wandered your eyes around. You were back to the main site of the mission, where the quarter fraction of the mountain was incremented into particles.

"Wait for a little while, ne?" Gojo playfully said while he put you down behind him. "I'll just make your work like it's the Great Gojo Satoru who did it."

You rolled your eyes. "Go sit on a cactus, you ass."

He only gave you a glance, smirking, and pulled his blindfold down.

Then Gojo started creating a hand seal, then a blue-hued circle appeared. It was amplified by negative energy, feeling the pull of a vacuum. By the definition of a vacuum, it was devoid of matter.

Heh?

You cooed inside your mind.

He could join the physical energy of space that tended to come together at a point of convergence, huh?

Another red circle appeared. This red mass of energy had an opposite effect: repulsive force.

Must be the divergence.

A divergence measured the tendency of spatial energy to disperse at a point. It represented the density of the outward flux of a vector field from infinitesimal energy around a given point.

"Hollow Technique," Gojo began to speak, snapping his fingers on the process. "Purple."

The blue and red gravitational forces merged, generating a purple three-dimensional energy. Gojo pushed that immense spatial energy. And where both effects were combined into a single point of infinite series, it warped the spatial areas and twisted them around, deleting and erasing all matter in its path instantaneously.

It was just a matter of seconds when he truly made it look like he did it.

"How revolting." You made an action as if you were going to vomit.

"Well, well," Gojo only let out haughty laughs, putting back his blindfold on. "Ryusei," he called, turning around to face you. The tone of his voice changed, becoming deeper and darker. The aura around him as well.

You raised an eyebrow. What's his concern now?

"Time for our private matters," he slyly smiled, angling his head to the right.

A vein pulsed on your temples, making a very bitter frown.

"I knoweth thyself that thine highness is the fairest amongst all beings," you sputtered full of annoyance, "but I ain't into yah, ugly!"

You intended to use two different accents in a sentence to emphasize your self-entitlement and your disgust towards him.

As if on cue, the seriousness of Gojo's expressions vanished.

"O-Oi!" he reprimanded, offended. "I, Gojo Satoru, the embodiment of perfection, like hell you're my type! You're not even that pretty, you old hag!"

"Don't try to deny it; you've been flirting a lot to me."

"Flirting?" he repeated, confused. "Since when did I flirt to you?" Then a realization had stricken upon him. "Wait, have you been assuming that my interactions towards you as a sign of flirting?"

You crossed your arms bitchily. "In woman's perspective, yes, you are."

"Pfft—" Gojo sneered, covering his mouth with his hand to repress his laughs. "Ryusei, don't be like that~" And the usual, his flirtatious voice returned. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he leveled his head to yours and playfully rubbed his cheek on you. "It's not that I'm flirting, this is just how I show my fondness to you."

"Ew, get off." Your frown intensified, preparing your elbow to hit the side of his abdomen. Of course, he got away easily.

"Soré de, Ryusei~, about our private matters . . ." He sheepishly, but in a feigned manner, pointed his both index fingers with his lips pouted. "Can we do it now?"

The last straw of your patience snapped.

"YOU LITTLE FUCK!" You picked up a good size of a rock and angrily threw it at him, which was kinda useless because his Infinity was on.

"AH - AHA - HA - HA - HA!" Gojo's laughs were contemptuous, sarcastic, and like a hyena's.

"I'm gonna end you, jerkface."

If you could die, your cause of death would be an aneurysm because of your deep irritation to the man.

"You're no fun, Ryusei," he chuckles, but he was back to his casual self. "But seriously, though, let's have an in-depth talk."

"In-depth talk?" Your forehead creased. "About what?"

He grinned. "As I have been thinking, let's do a Binding Vow, yeah?"

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"Binding Vow?" Nanami queried as he paused drinking his wine.

Gojo nodded, "Yeah."

After they both heard an explosion and strings of rumblings near the site, they learned that in causing massive destruction, you would never hold back. Not in the least bits. For the man with Six Eyes, it wasn't just a simple ignition, but a huge part of the area disappeared.

"You've heard what she said, right?" said the blonde. "It will only be revoked once she died. And that woman blatantly loves to die so much."

Gojo laughed lightly. "That's when you enter the scenario, Nanami~"

Nanami didn't like the sound of his phrase and voice.

"I'd like to appeal that I do not want to partake in any of these bullshits."

Nanami Kento had enough. He actually had a déjà vu a couple of minutes ago. It was also in Hokkaido when Gojo took him to other sorcery work, that was when Gojo sneakily gave Nanami a responsibility to supervise Yuji Itadori—Sukuna's vessel.

And now, it was obvious that Gojo was attempting to exploit another babysitting job.

"Come on now, Nanami!" Gojo whined in a pouty face.

"Cut the crap. In the first place, this was your sole idea, I'd appreciate it if you'll stop involving me any longer."

"So stingy! Nanami. But I'mma tell you: I trust Ryusei to fulfill our deal."

"Then why a Binding Vow now?" Nanami was still calm and collected, still considering this matter in an objective view.

"Just a precaution." Gojo inclined his posture forward, planting his elbows on the top of his knees, and supporting his chin with his interlaced fingers. "And based on a little observation to her, my Six Eyes saw how her power will radically grow stronger whenever she died and come alive. She must have a certain technique to subdue her cursed energy, but will diverge once she d-word."

"So?" asked the blonde sorcerer, "why involving me?"

Gojo smiled sideways. "I just want you to look after her, Nanami~. Then, if there were threats or attempts that will cause her death, prevent them."

And it was foolish to accept this kind of troublesome work that Nanami wouldn't benefit from. He had worked in the marketing industry before, and there was no way he would invest in something without maximizing his returns and minimizing the costs.

"How will I gain from it?" Nanami was talking like a businessman would do.

Gojo then replied, "Applying Ryusei's method of deals: I will take the 30% of your missions; reduce your working hours to 5 hours a day; tell those old farts to give you another salary increase. And of course, because this is a personal request of mine, I'll have you an initial payment."

Without much words, Gojo fished his phone out of his pocket and wired ten million yen to Nanami's account.

If it was a discourse about money, Gojo didn't care much.

Nanami did consider; it wasn't a bad deal after all.

"She will curse you being an idiot, Gojo-san," the jade sorcerer sighed and removed his sunglasses. "That woman's only wish is to die, but you're Binding her not to."

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"THAT MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT!"

Nanami predicted it right: you would curse Gojo Satoru—the motherfucking idiot.

He was only eyeing you piping up in undescribable aggravation.

You firstly pulled your hair, frustrated, then slammed the bar table with your closed fists. If you used cursed energy, it would break in half, but thank goodness you didn't.

Gojo brought you to the hotel where he made reservations. They met with Yuji staying at the lounge area, and the young sorcerer informed that Nanami was staying at the cocktail bar of the hotel. Gojo threw you here, in an attempt to keep you calm after forming a Binding Vow with him.

It was bullshit for you, because Gojo prohibited you to have a single sip of alcoholic drinks, a taste of the cigarettes, and consume all of the addictive drugs you had.

The mop-haired Gojo Satoru left you two shortly, taking Yuji with him, because he wasn't much of a drinker and Yuji was still a minor. He reasoned out that he'd buy you new clothes; yours were torn as you finished your mission.

Nanami was seated next to you, pretending not to know you. It was a fancy place, a sort of minimalist-classical style, and the way the bartender served him drink had entitled his taste preferences.

You were boiling inside, resisting the temptation held in front of you. Your sense of scent was savoring aromatics from the bitters bottles . . . Especially that citrus garnishes being lit with fire, emphasizing more of the aromatics.

You wanted it . . . You wanted to drink so hard.

But you could not; the stakes that Gojo set were high.

That frustrated you, so much that you banged your head to the bar countertop made out of granite. You even expressed your unexplainable exasperation by letting out incoherent whines.

Who gives a fuck about humans if they see you grumbling and making a scene?

You'd cry all you wanted, it was the essence of democracy.

(lol).

You were actually fooling yourself.

"Uhm, miss, are you all right?" Someone was talking to you.

You pulled your head up, visible annoyance was seen in your eyes. It turned out, it was the bartender.

"You blind, mate?" you retorted. "Do I like I'm all right to you?"

"How rude of me," he only chuckled coyly. "How about I make you a drink or two? It's on me."

It appalled you why he was giving you free drinks. Do I really look so miserable now?

You didn't care.

The bartender was being hospitable and kind, you were aware, but you didn't care as well.

"Nanami–" you called the man on your left as you pivoted your head to look at him– "he's giving me a free drink or two, and I'm giving it to you, take it."

Nanami Kento was keeping a straight gaze to your eyes. Although he didn't know the reason why you were so miserable and not indulging your beloved alcohol.

After a short pause, the blonde sorcerer conceded. "I'd gladly do it so."

Who doesn't want a kind offer, free of charge?

"There–" you returned your attention to the bartender– "I gave it to Nanami, please make him the best cocktail spirit you have. Yoroshiku~" You sounded polite, but nonchalant at the same time.

"Understood," the barkeeper smiled comelily while he began mixing drinks as per your request. "Just tell me if you're up to request something; you've seemed to be in a tight mood."

Your lips twitched in irksome. "Nah, don't expect me to, now that no drinks could heal my existential dread."

The person who served drinks had his eyebrows frown—either in amusement or concern. "That's a deep thing to say."

You let out a hysterical squall like no one's business, slumping your head back on the countertop. "AAAAAAHHH! I wanna die! I wanna die so fucking bad! That motherfucking idiot, I'll bring hell to him!"

Typically, you could have just drowned your sorrows with vodka, scotch, tequila, or something high in spirits content. Intoxication was a part of your biological process. And now, you were being robbed of it.

After Nanami heard you, he was feeling secondhand embarrassment just because of sitting near you, thus he pulled his seat, creating a huge gap between you.

T-The hell . . . The bartender could only utter in mind. "Hey, come one now, miss . . . Don't be like that."

Another person came into the setting. It was a fellow bartender, who spoke to him in another language.

"¿Te ha llegado a gustar? Ella es bastante calieonte, eh? Te reto a que la traigas a tu casa más tarde!"

"Ya, estoy planeando."

Your ears tic, making a small head movement to gaze at the two bartenders. "You two came from the same country?" Then you casually asked.

"Y-Yes." You sensed the small panic in the man's voice. The one who had been talking to you. "We're from Spain, we came here to complete our internship."

You hummed with disdain in your eyes. "All the way from España, eh?" At this point, you let them hear the Spanish accent in your sentence.

"W-Why?" he asked, hiding his stammers.

You scoffed. You understood their conversation.

Have you come to like her? She's pretty hot, huh? I dare you to bring her to your place later!

Yeah, I'm planning to.

"Oh, nothing." You sounded sarcastic. "It happened that hablo y entiendo Español." You saw their faces paled, and it gave temporary happiness to your sorrowful life. "Desafortunadamente, pero no eres mi tipo. Piss off." Unfortunately, you are not my type.

"Ooo-hoooo!" The co-worker reacted—that was the icing on a cake.

"Straight-up rejection, huh?" He chuckled shyly while rubbing the back of his head. Good thing, he never made a follow-up.

You shrugged as if nothing happened and continued sulking for your tragedy.

As you plopped on your space, you felt someone occupied the seat on your right. And it was too close to you. Even though your body was hinged forward—forehead planted on the table, your eyes were opened—you could tell from the build of the legs that it was a man.

You didn't mind his existence, but he offered to buy you a drink.

"How about a black martini for you? It'd match that beautiful, sexy top of yours."

It grossed you out.

What a shit-ton of remark.

Only an asshole would make.

You took notice of your clothes—it was the same clothes from this day—but you removed your blazer. The plunging neckline and tank top of yours could surely gain attention. It revealed a lot of your skin—from your shoulders to some parts of your back, to your cleavage, and your abdomen. Though there was a hole on the front and back part of it, it still gave an impression that it was a part of the design. Your cursed marks on your body, too, gave you so many seductive attributes.

You were kind of pissed off when you replied, "How about a personal space?"

The man only smiled slyly. You could easily tell that he'd been possessed by the alcohol. There was even a Fly Head hanging around his shoulders. By the looks of his attire, he was a typical crooked businessman—a few buttons of his dress shirt were open.

He was staring at your chest as he asked you, "Then, how much?"

As much as possible, you wanted to stand onto your tolerance mark, thus you had no choice but to leave the place.

Once you attempted to stand, it was when the man languidly slid his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, inching his hand to your breast.

"Ay, sweetheart, I asked you how much."

"Hands off," you said sternly, but calmly. It sickened you how much he pursued the proposal with words of sexual comments, much to your disgust.

"If you'll tell me, I'd like to own that puss."

Your eyes narrowed in animosity by now.

Nanami had heard and perceived the commotion. Being a decent man, he would like to retaliate for you, but also quick to impeded himself when he saw how your cursed energy escalated in no time.

Though alcohol acted as a trigger to forget the moral boundaries, you could never pardon such behavior.

You had pent up so much frustration ever since this night had started, it wouldn't hurt much if you released some of it.

Inhaling deep, you grabbed the offender's collar. Pulling him in, you drove forward with your head whilst simultaneously transferring all your weight to your foot. Striking with the crown of your head, it was more than enough to drop your opponent and knock him out by breaking his nose.

A really hard slam had damaged his sinus cavities and caused nosebleeds. The man had profound disorientation first, then felt intense pain. Eyes that were involuntarily closing, he lost the grip on you and dropped unconscious on the floor.

"You shouldn't have existed," you whispered as you saluted your left middle finger. There was a putrid expression on your voice, vicious shadows contoured your face. "Fucking asshole."

You then collected saliva on your mouth and spat down on the man who harassed you.

On the other side, Nanami only sighed.

This was what they meant "untamable".

And it seemed like . . .

She doesn't need protection.

Now you really had done it, garnering attention throughout the facility. And whatever the hell they would say, this was just self-defense. You wouldn't go to jail.

Nanami stood up, pulled out his wallet, and took out enough cash to cover all his drinks and the damages you caused. He would charge Gojo for this. For sure.

Then he took off his blazer and swiftly wrapped it on you.

You were caught in a daze upon Nanami's gesture.

A memory flashed on your mind. This scene sort of reminded you of old times.

Your humble guest. A son-of-a-bitch king. A kingdom that was devoured by 'time'.

You had just realized that such memories really did exist.

"Let's go."

If weren't for Nanami's approach, you wouldn't wake up from your trance.

With a slight flinch, you responded right away. "Oh, yeah, right . . ."

The sorcerer gave you a head sign to go on first. You obliged, walking while being occupied. Nanami was a few feet behind you, sauntering slightly slower than your pace. The two of you had existed the place, only threading along the hallway.

"Really," you huffed while intersecting your arms to your chest. "Men in what era, so creepy."

Nanami had nothing to reply to.

"Wouldn't you reciprocate to that?" You panned your head behind to look at him. As usual, his face didn't have much of an expression.

"Should I?" He returned the question instead. "Because frankly, I don't care."

"Heh," you smirked, cackling a little. Rather than be nettled, you regarded it as humor. "You're such a mood, oi."

He didn't want much to interact with you, but he was quite observing you from hindsight.

You were the type of person who would captivate a lot of attention whatever places you went. He would never deny as well that you were very attractive, and the third-persons' point of view knew it, too.

Men or women would transfix their eyes on you once crossing on your way. They would also turn their heads towards you, prolonging the stare, it as if they were given a momentary trance.

Nanami suspected if you were using a charm or jujutsu shiki to acquire their attention, but he would spot it right away if you did.

You were simply a beauty, then.

Later that night, you found the grand lobby on the second floor that represented the height of a luxury hotel. There was an overlooking view in front, displaying the unparalleled landscapes of Hokkaido.

There were tables and chairs placed, thus you sat near the curtain windows. Nanami had seated to the chair parallel to yours.

You shamelessly slouched your back on the chair with a loud sigh. It was also your habit: planting your feet on the table.

Now, Nanami got embarrassed with the decision of accompanying you.

You might have your engaging attributes, but you were too unladylike.

Weren't you aware that practically everyone in this place was looking at you?

"Must be nice drinking and smoking right now, ne?" You sighed dreamily.

"Act in accordance with the place." Nanami scolded through gritted teeth, his mouth barely moved.

You traveled your eyes to the man in front of you. His arms and legs were crossed, his head was slightly bowed, and he showed his full annoyance to you in a prim and reserved way.

"Oh, should I?" you mused in an innocent tone. "Because frankly, I don't care."

A line of vexation rose on his forehead. He remained silent right after; it'd be pointless if he would reply any further.

You grinned sideways, giving a thought to his statement. Putting down your legs and composing your posture, you leaned forward to attempt another conversation with the man.

"Ne, Nanami, you had your fair share of alcohol, right? But you don't appear to feel the effects of intoxication," you commented, jovial.

He only paid you a brief look as he procured the notice of a waiter.

"Is there a problem with that?" Nanami asked back quickly.

"Nai, nai~ Then, do you smoke as well?"

As his lips were pressed into a thin line, his head was tilted.

Why would you ask him all of a sudden, though?

Yet he didn't mind answering. "I do." He confirmed with a short pause. "I smoke every once in a while."

Your face brightened with your mouth parted in awe. Taking out your pack of cigarettes, you offered it to him. "Please, please, please . .  ! Have a smoke!"

The profound bewilderment was rendered on the man's refined face. "What's with you?"

"Just one stick!" You didn't care if you were desperate and forceful. "That asshole Gojo Satoru has prevented me to smoke and drink on a daily basis. And it wouldn't be considered as smoking when I inhaled your secondhand smoke, right?"

Nanami could no longer hide his emotions and grimaced in repugnance. "Have you lost your sanity?"

"Yes . . ." Your smile was either audacity or manically. "I have lost my sanity long, long, loooooong time ago."

"You're hopeless," he only sighed while shaking his head. "And no, I'm not in the mood to smoke."

In the middle of the chat, the waiter came to take your order. Nanami would like to have a cup of tea, and you wanted the same.

Once the waiter was gone, you continued the talk.

"When will you be in the mood to smoke?" There was a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

"Aren't you persistent?" Nanami couldn't handle your bullshits. "Mind you, this is a public area."

"Tch . . ." You pouted your lips. "You're too boring, Nanami Kento-san."

"Oh, pardon me," he scoffed in sarcasm.

"Break the policies once in a while, y'know?"

Nanami was a firm believer of ordinances and orders as if you could influence him. "Do that yourself."

"I would have done it if I can." You stretched your arms on the table and flopped your chin.

Soon, the teas were served in porcelain cups and saucers.

"Why would Gojo-san prohibit you from your vices in the first place?" Nanami brought the cup near his mouth while inhaling the aromatic vapor of the green tea.

You were staring boringly at the tea. You didn't know why ordering one when drinking tea was not your cup of tea.

"Well–" you started, remembering the words Gojo said to you as you two formed a Binding Vow– "he said that excessive drinking and smoking are one of the causes of my death and the lost of my mental functionality, so I can't drink or smoke or do drugs until Friday night came . . . Friday night only. You hear me? Friday night only . . . FOR FRIDAY FUCKING NIGHT ONLY!"

Nanami hummed, "Good for you, then."

"It's fucking not." You might have said that in a catatonic way, but your blood was rising to your head. "You see, Nanami, I don't even like drinking or smoking or having drugs . . . I find no pleasure in those kinds of stuff."

"Really? It seemed to me, you're in love with them."

Oh, the scorn.

"Aha-ha-ha~" you faked a laugh, but you were too amused enough. "I don't do narcotics by necessity, but by . . . Uhm, what do you call that again?"

Even you can't say.

Nanami was just looking at you ruefully.

"Oh, right, right. It's called 'prevention'." You emphasized each syllable with a tune.

"Prevention?"

"Yep. I know you're aware that basically our day-to-day activities as sorcerers or curse users or even cursed spirits are connected to the accumulations of our little despairs, aight?" You were blankly staring outside, smiling forlornly as you spoke. "As the saying goes, you'll progress once you get through despair . . . And I have been like that in every single fucking day . . . And make it a thousand years . . . How many days are there in a thousand years? Even I can't fathom it . . . What a fucking happy life, 'ight?"

"So, you're saying . . ."

"I'm saying that I have accumulated so much cursed energy in me that my body can no longer contain." You filled in for him. "Although the sealing jutsu I put to myself is not enough, so I use narcotics and other sedatives to fuck my brains out and render my sanity almost useless."

Had you told Gojo about this?

That was what Nanami wanted to question, but it seemed like you had read his mind.

"I told that idiot about it as well . . . On how would be able to compensate if I incidentally or accidentally unleashed my cursed technique that may wipe out a whole city, but he didn't care~" You let out a contemptuous, fake laugh. "He said that he'd take me to a counselor or a psychiatrist or a priest or a monk or whoever-the-fuck-they-are every day so that I can have a healthy, stable mind . . .  Ha-ha-ha . . . That stupid, fucking fucktard . . . I wanna break his neck one more time."

Nanami resonated with your frustration. He was even willing to be your accomplice and bury Gojo in the deepest part of the earth once you killed him. That idiot had given him so much trouble to look after you . . . You, a threat to the lives of a thousand people . . . And, you, who happened to sit next to him.

Catching his head because of the stress he felt just now, he scratched his hair in irritation.

"Why did you accept the Binding Vow when it doesn't favor you?"

"Because if not, he wouldn't help me die," you simply answered. Gojo's innate cursed technique was very vital to your goal.

"That's also the thing," Nanami noted. "Binding with that Vow wouldn't let you die."

"Oh, I get what you mean," you replied. "Until we're able to create a Singularity, the Vow would break."

"And how long will that take?"

You smiled cheekily to his query. "I don't fucking know . . ."

It seemed like Gojo had cornered you. Ah, yes, he did manage to press your back against the wall; if you broke the rules of the Vow—drinking or smoking—it would inflict you so much pain unimaginable. Your internal organs would melt . . . You were dying, but you couldn't die. And you hated tortuous pain. Since you accepted the Vow, it also kind of opposed the conditions of your cursed technique—that technique that could bring you back to life.

Gojo had thought of this well. And you had no choice but to comply.

"What's for Gojo-san, then?" Nanami realized that the consequences wouldn't fall solely on you.

This time, you were the one who was smiling triumphantly. "Oh, he will only lose his dick if he broke the rules."

There was an abrupt shock that pushed Nanami on his seat, even almost dropping his teacup. "W-What . . ?"

"Fufufu~" you laughed evilly. "Imagine that fucker losing his dick . . . It wouldn't only lose his pride as a man, but his clan ends with him."

Nanami only sighed. "You're equally cruel."

"Don't worry, don't worry! I'm not that too cruel to take his definition of pleasure away from him that instant~" You feigned a positivity with your voice. "'Cuz that idiot still has his ass, y'know? And his mouth as well."

Nanami Kento facepalmed. He didn't like where this conversation was going.

Then you added, "Though he would eventually lose his ass and mouth the next time he violated the rules."

The poor blonde sorcerer shook his head in awkwardness, finally showing some emotions. He would like to unhear all of the things you said.

"I'll be going first," he said dismissively, putting his tea down.

"Oh, sure." You had no reason to keep him staying with you.

But before he could leave, the devil of the conversation appeared! With Yuji, too.

"Omata~!" Gojo Satoru, greeting you both the colloquial word for 'sorry for making you wait~'. "I thought you two were in the bar, a good thing we found you here."

"Ah, I was caught in a fight, so we left," you told him with a straight face.

Whilst Nanami grumbled, now his chance to leave was ruined. "She was being harassed, so I took her out from there."

Gojo let out some 'ooooh' sounds. "You must love attention, ne, Ryusei?"

"Tch. Is it my fault that men are sexual predators?"

"That's a rude thing to say!" Gojo flabbergasted. "When there are three men here!"

"It's not unfair for me to say . . . When most women are the ones who get harassed often."

"Hai, hai, I understand. I apologize for that." It was based on facts, Gojo was aware. "Here's your new clothes, by the way!"

You took the paper bag from him. Checking them out, they fit your style so well.

"Whoah, I'm honestly impressed." You gave the credits to Gojo. "You have a fashion taste, huh?"

The white-haired man smugly scoffed. "Just leave the fashion to me~"

"Yeah, your blindfold only carries you, though." You remarked sarcastically.

"Huh, tell that to those women who are head-over-heels for me!"

You sneered at his statement. "Sure, sure. Keep that up. Make sure to have your dick still intact, eh?"

That shut the smart-mouth Gojo Satoru up, blushing.

Yuji and Nanami were watching you two arguing again.

"What are they talking about, Nanamin?" Yuji innocently asked. It baffled him how could you simply say 'dick' in front of men.

"Don't listen to them." Nanami was losing his tolerance to bullshits when you and Gojo met. "Let's go." And he urged Yuji to leave.

"Ryusei so stingy!" Gojo chirped like a bullied brat. Yet his expression was quick to return to his normal mode. "Seriously, Ryusei, you'll be a teacher now, and I respect your manner of clothing as well, but you should dress appropriately for a working professional, y'know?"

"Hai, hai~ I understand!" you responded dutifully.

Gojo invited you to retire for the night as well, catching up to Nanami and Yuji who left first. He even gave you a separate key card for a hotel room.

While walking along with the group, Gojo said something.

"As soon as we return to Tokyo tomorrow, you'll have an interview with Yaga, Ryusei."

"Principal Yaga?" Yuuji reacted, reminded how his interview went with him. "You better take caution, sensei."

"Would you be able to defend yourself?" Gojo butted in, teasingly. "If he didn't like the impression you'd leave, our deal will be off."

"Oh, don't worry," you flashed an optimistic smile, "gaslighting is my specialty."

"Wahahaha! Sou da yo, ne?" Gojo laughed.

I know, right? What he meant.

"I've been meaning to ask you as well, Ryusei," Gojo prompted. "What's the meaning behind your name?"

Murphy Ryusei.

You had a divided reason for it.

"Well, 'Ryusei' is just a random pick," you said. "Turns out, its meaning is 'fallen star'. Poetically angsty, 'ight?"

"What a normal pick~" he uttered with a cheerful jeer. "With the Murphy, what?"

"Murphy's Law. Haven't y'all heard?" you mused.

"Murphy's Law?" Yuji repeated, humming. "Never heard of it!"

You chuckled. "Murphy's Law stated: If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong." Then you sighed. "Just like what's happening to my life now."

"Nyahahaha!" Gojo never stopped teasing you. "The complexities of reality, yeah? How unfortunate, how unfortunate~"

You only growled at him.

Nanami Kento was still with you all, somehow paying attention. He, the man of few words.

"Then," he uttered, giving you a side-long glance, "what's your real name?"

You didn't expect that the Nanami Kento would ask for it. It was the first time in a millennium. You had lived this far without telling anyone what and who were the real you.

"My real name, huh?" you spoke, eyes glued up, thinking.

You contemplated at first.

You were already manifesting that—spoiler alert—you were going to die, someone who would be forgotten . . . Thus you wanted someone to remember that you once had a real name, a real identity.

So you smiled.

"Thy name . . ."

And as it fleeting as it sounded,

you spake your name.

still updated this story in the end 🤡🤡
if u saw my announcement a while ago
that im quite dysfunctional aftr losing a
very important character in my life . . . .
those were just lies . . .  nah, im actually
lying rn. im not fine. just writing some
bullshits to distract me from another bullshits
it's fun actually and i wanna kms so much

and i managed to update faster than it
should be . . . it's just writing smth like
this was quite easier than doing action
thingies . . . this chapter also took 5.5k
weeds, i hope y'all feasted yer eyes. oh,
faken finally!! you and Nanami had inter-
actions ! i hope i did justice hehehehehe

there were spanish stuff up there... and
i don't speak the language, only googled it
but if there's a wrong grammar , pls do
correct me huehuehue.

oh yeah , one more thing... i made a plothole
Up there XDD I'll just hope that y'all not
gonna take notice of it. but it one of u did,
then imma take some actions to fix it. but
if not, i'll leaving it as should ror ror rorrr

ps. i actually have no idea what to scenarios
should i do in the next chapters... ☠️ ( ::
i just wanna d word.

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