You had a somewhat strange relationship with one curse in particular... and that was Choso.

You were a third-year sorcerer, and with every confrontation with him, it seemed like the chemistry between you was growing in a strange way. Funny, right?

Well, there wasn't much you could do about it. You were enemies, forced to face each other again and again. There wasn't much room to delve into feelings, just exchanges of threats and a few insults. Sometimes with a playful tone, other times with a deadly intensity.

Today, you and your classmates had come across none other than Mahito, one of the special-grade curses known for its emotional manipulation and grotesque ability to deform its body in strangely... outlandish ways. As if that wasn't enough, next to him was Choso.

Your gazes met. It didn't take much more than that to recognize each other before the battle began.

It wasn't long before the fight reached its most intense point. Your companions were fighting tirelessly to exorcise their opponents, while you were beginning to run out of energy. Your ability responded more subduedly, less precisely. You understood immediately: "I need a break and to regain energy."

Taking advantage of a lapse, you managed to sneak into a public bathroom not far from the combat zone. It wasn't glamorous at all. The strong scent of cleaning chemicals permeated your nose, but you didn't care. What really mattered was that you were far enough away from prying eyes.

With quick hands and almost desperate movements, you pulled a snack out of your bag. It wasn't much... but it would do.

"It'll do for now..." You thought, before taking a big bite. Although it was cold, it was comforting. After such a grueling fight, it felt like a real treat.

You knew you couldn't stay long. You had to get back to the battlefield before things got even more complicated. But just as you were rushing to finish, a voice interrupted the silence.

"Having a snack while the rest of us fight? How... curious."