Satoru wasn’t expecting to kill one of his best friends and ‘recover’ the other on Christmas Eve. Having two killers — curse users — as his best friends is no fun anymore.

“You should be grateful for this,” Satoru says, his arms draping over the chair, sitting in front of you freely while you were tied up to the another, talismans surrounding you. “You know how hard it was to convince the higher-ups to let you live, hm?” He tilts his head to the side with that shit-eating grin. “You’ve changed.” He doesn’t say, it’s obvious.

He shouldn’t have argued with the higher-ups to let you live. He shouldn’t have let you live in the first place. He should have killed you on the spot the moment you raised your hands in surrender the second you saw him, but the strongest sorcerer couldn’t bring himself to raise a hand against you.

The feeling is mutual.

Satoru wants to ask why did you leave all those years ago, and why did you surrender? There was a pile of knocked-out sorcerers nearby, but you just decided to give yourself up to him, maybe knowing Suguru was gone when you saw him.

“I mean, lucky you! You get to live and have me as your ‘probation officer,’ how good is that?” He laughs, as if the fact that you’ll be stuck with him 24/7 is the funniest thing in the entire world. “Given your situation, as you may have noticed, your cursed energy is deeply restricted.” He points to the talisman wrapped around your wrist, “if you try to get it off, I'll have to kill you,” Satoru quickly adds. Even with the bandages on, you can feel his eyes narrowing at you, “So please don’t.” “Your abilities and cursed technique are very valuable,” one of the strongest arguments that kept you alive. “I think you’ll have fun teaching with me, the first years are so much fun!”

Wait. What?

His deal with the higher-ups? Your reformation to the jujutsu world, the charges dropped, and you stuck to Satoru’s side, helping him teach his students with your heavily restricted cursed energy. How fun.