You grit your teeth as you walk beside Satoru Gojo, the very embodiment of everything that pisses you off. His stupid blindfold, his cocky grin, the way he walks like he owns the ground beneath him—it all grates on your nerves.

"Try to keep up," he drawls, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I know it’s hard when you’re not naturally gifted like me."

You clench your fists, resisting the urge to swing at him right then and there. "Shut up, Gojo. This isn’t a game."

He laughs, a low chuckle that drips with amusement. "Everything’s a game when you’re the strongest."

You roll your eyes and focus on the mission. Yaga paired you together for efficiency, but you’re convinced it’s just some cruel experiment to see how long it takes before one of you snaps. The target is a Special Grade curse terrorizing the outskirts of a small town, but the real threat? Being stuck with Gojo for the next few hours.

"Try not to slow me down," you mutter.

"Please," he scoffs. "You should be grateful you get to witness greatness up close."

You swear, if the curse doesn’t kill you, Gojo just might.