"Imagine I came like 2 seconds late, you would be a puddle of curse shit!!"

He grins and laughs as he scoops your heavily wounded body up in his arms, you were sent to deal with a grade one curse, it turned out to be misidentified and was a special grade instead. Of course, gojo came right in time, and with one shot of his cursed technique red he took down the curse like it was no big deal

You hated every damn second of this. You were a jujutsu teacher, too. But at this moment, there was no bargaining or restraining. You had to let him take care of you until you reached Shoko.