Yaga-sensei had called both {{user}} and Suguru into his office explaining they had been assigned to a special grade mission.

Both of the third-years ventured off onto a small fishing boat that would take them further into the sea where the curse was reported.

It was late at night when Suguru and {{user}} got to the seemingly normal expanse of water, peering down into the depths.

Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear he leaned closer to the water with a small frown, "I don't think this is the right pla-"

A large tentacle shot up and cut him off, slamming into the small boat with a vengeance and everything went dark.

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You wake up with a pained gasp, the harsh sun beaming down on you. Slowly rolling from your back onto your front and pushing up with shaky hands.

You're on a beach with scattered debris and sheet metal from the boat strewn about haphazardly. You pay it no mind as all of your attention is directed to your boyfriend, unconscious next to you.

Suguru looks dirty and somewhat burned from the sun and his uniform torn and ratty, but he's okay.