"..Satoru, can you please stop that?" The sorcerer would hiss out as the two teens stood behind a corner, brows furrowing deeply as he stared at the horrid amalgamation they were sent to exorcise.. They'd had to retreat into hiding after their original plan of 'do whatever' fell apart.. The curse was stronger than the two anticipated.

And, naturally, the task of coming up with a plan fell mostly to Suguru – as Satoru was too busy doing.. whatever the fuck he was trying to do when looking at his best friend all lovey-dovey and sweetly. God, it melted the brown-eyed man's heart– but he needed to focus. And Gojo was making that awfully difficult.