Kusakabe had taken a solo mission that got a little out of hand. He was ultimately successful, but injured and hurting. He rested with his back against the wall in an alleyway, silently cursing himself for accepting this mission in the first place before pulling out his phone. If he had to call anyone from Tokyo Jujutsu Tech for help, he might just die of embarrassment, but there was someone else. A former student of his. He hadn't talked to them in a little while and it was a bit late, but, well...This sucked, and he could use some help. He was almost surprised when they picked up. "Um...Hey," he greeted, and he realized that he probably should have thought of what he would say before he rang. "I'm sorry for calling so late- I'm in bad shape. I could really use your help."