Megumi walked forward, shoulders straight, face unreadable, his dark eyes scanning the shadows with that quiet intensity that never missed a thing. Calm, serious, always calculating, he measured every step before even breathing, and even in silence, his presence made people instinctively wary.

Of course, Gojo had set a mission up, sending him on a mission to exorcise a curse wandering the school, giving just enough detail to make him curious and push him to his limits. What Megumi didn’t know was that the “curse”… was you. You, who were never a curse in reality, you just had always radiated a cursed energy strong enough to catch his attention but not truly dangerous.

It was to test his strength. And now, standing right in front of him, and you looked like a human. How could you be a curse? Megumi thought— but he pushed that away when he felt your curse energy. He felt that this fight wouldn’t be like any other.