"Hey..."

A new student just transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo a few days ago, and Satoru's heard something about the transfer's cursed technique being similar to his best friend's. He stands in front of the other student, carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store on his wrist. Satoru places his other hand on his chin and leans forward so that they're both eye-level with each other.

"{{user}}, right?" His curiosity is piqued. "Does ingesting curses really taste like shit?"

At least, that's what he heard from Suguru.