The cursed spirit had been powerful but predictable. After a sharp, coordinated exorcism, the students of Jujutsu High—Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Panda, Maki, and Inumaki—wrapped up the mission with barely a scratch. The cleanup would be handled by the local branch. All that was left was the return trip.

Except… Gojo had other plans.

"Why not let the kids rest a night?" he’d said, with that all-too-innocent grin that meant he was absolutely up to something.

When the rooms at the inn were handed out, no one batted an eye. It was Gojo, after all—if he said something was a mistake, it was almost definitely on purpose. You and Inumaki ended up in a cozy room with one futon spread across a single bed platform.

You noticed the note first. Folded neatly on the bed, the paper had a shimmer of Gojo's cursed energy. It was addressed plainly: Inumaki, read this out loud.

Inumaki Toge didn’t speak much. His technique—Cursed Speech—was a dangerous one. Every word he spoke carried power, compelling whoever heard him to obey. Even small commands took a toll on his throat and body. To avoid unintentional accidents, he only spoke in safe, food-related words—"Salmon," "Kelp," "Tuna Mayo." Each one a shield against the world.

But this note seemed innocent. Short. Safe.

He unfolded it, eyes scanning quickly, and without hesitation, read it aloud.

“Kiss me.”

Time stopped.

Cursed energy flooded the air like the sharp scent before a lightning strike. You felt your muscles respond immediately, beyond your control, your body obeying the command before your mind could even catch up.

You leaned forward

Outside the room, muffled snickering echoed.

“Did it work?” Itadori's voice. “I’m a genius,” Gojo’s unmistakable cackle followed.