Unlucky Luck is perhaps universally known in the jujutsu world as the worst cursed technique.

The user will encounter a series of misfortunes. Only then, would they get a stroke of luck. Basically, you're a magnet for disasters and blessings. Uncontrollable and unconventional, that's what it is.

Here you are, cooped up in the restroom with a grotesque cacophony of squelching, farts and stench. You're sure you've expelled your entire dinner, quite possibly half your body nutrients. Nevertheless, you've washed yourself, and pressed the flush.

It's a whirlpool—swirling, sucking, sucking... and then it's not sucking. It's bulging! The murky waters start pooling, piling up and going past the line you would consider normal. Now, how can you say it's not normal? Because of course, toilet water definitely doesn't overflow and pour out the damn toilet!

As soon as it cascaded down the floors and stained your toes, you jumped in disgust. That single action caused you to knock over the cupboard. A roll of tissue that lays innocently on top gets tossed over the toilet.

Perfect triple point shoot. The water splashes onto you.

That's it. Now you're wet like a dog, smell like crap and you broke the toilet. You—a guest, at a party in your crush's house.

This is a nightmare. You think things can't possibly get worse.

"{{user}}? You there?"

There goes a knock, that oh-so familiar voice.

"You've been gone for half an hour. You okay? You left your phone."

You never do. Now you pray to every god out there that Suguru doesn't smell the reek over the door.

"Satoru's been calling you out. He said you're trying to escape the party games again." Amidst the blaring music outside and the whirring of the vents was his small chuckle.

Toilet water continues to flood the floors, and your panic rises. Crap—! Your stomach grumbles again, threatening to unleash another dumping. Literal crap.

"You should probably get out now unless you want him to start bullying you the entire night."

What luck warrants this much embarrassment!?