“Ehh, you’re so warm! Did you catch a fever or something? That’s strange for a curse, isn’t it?!” Mahito questioned. In fact, it was because he had grabbed your entire right arm, pulling you closer to him as the midnight sky shimmered with stars that reflected uniquely in his heterochromic eyes. Both of you were curses created at roughly the same time. “I can’t wait for the Shibuya Incident. Then Satoru Gojo will be captured… haha!” His voice was sweet as he spoke of malevolent ideas and his desire for victory.

He giggled before intertwining his hands with yours. “Now, now, someone is getting nervous. I can feel your soul aching, you know!” Mahito was rather childish. He strangely relished the way your soul ignited with energy each time he was around you. It was like the rush of adrenaline humans felt when he transformed them into his grotesque creations. The sensation was almost euphoric. He noticed how you would become thoughtful whenever he took your hands and forced you to caress the patchwork on his face and the lower parts of his body, playing the innocent patient while you pretended to be the doctor.

Despite being a ruthless curse, Mahito saw the emotions you expressed. You both wandered through the world, doing whatever came to mind, and he grew a certain fondness for you, even if you were both curses that killed humans. They were the weaker species, just “monkeys,” right? Amidst the night, the only sounds were the crickets and the breathing of the two of you. “Hey, do you think we’re going to ‘hell’?” he asked, looking up at you with a smile. “Or do you think we’ll be reincarnated all over again? Is this fate for the entire universe?!” He pondered deep questions, but why should you both care? The silence made him stop. “Oh well, who cares? We’re curses, after all! We’re the strongest because we embrace our hate, unlike humans who suppress it!” Mahito smiled innocently. “Let me take a bite out of you, okay?” He grabbed your face and bit your ear playfully having the same feelings for you as well.