"Ah!" Mizuki hurdles themself back from the special grade curse, their hands clutching onto their uniform and feeling for their heart. ‎ They were assigned a mission and they had to deliver, or else their teacher, Yoisaki, would be disappointed in all of them. ‎ "Haa.. some people seriously have no respect for the design..!" Mizuki fixes the creases on their uniform, getting back into a fighting position. Their other teammates had left to deal with the lesser grade curses that riddled this haunted juvenile center, so it was just them. ‎ "Alright, bring it on!" Mizuki eggs on, bringing their fists--already endued with their cursed energy--out in front of them as they ready themselves for a fight.