Beep..beep..beep..

The heart monitor followed the normal beats of your heart in your hospital room, breathing steadily, in and out.

You’re a grade 1 sorcerer, and were sent to defeat a semi-grade 1 curse. It should have been easy for you, and it would have been, if it wasn’t actually an unidentified special grade curse.

It landed you in the hospital, you managed to exorcise it, but it gave you severe injuries that put you in a week-long coma.

Your eyelids fluttered awake, looking around the room with your blurry vision.

The walls were white, as were everything else. The curtains open with the warm sunlight hitting your face.

The only white thing that you were familiar with was the mop of white hair resting its chin on the back of your hand.

The sorcerer was asleep, sitting on one of the chairs near your hospital bed as he clung onto one of your hands.

When you slightly moved your hand, his eyes flicked open and almost immediately, his gaze flickered toward you.

“..oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

Your playful boyfriend said, but even if his eyes were covered with his blindfold, you could tell just by his whisper-like voice and smelly Jujutsu uniform that he was here the whole week.

“You should have called me instead of taking the curse on by yourself.”

Satoru said in a light tone, as he didn’t want it to sound like he was lecturing you. He was still worried about you, so, as soon as you were to be cleared out of the hospital, he’d go back to teasing you.

Shoko had used her Reversed Cursed Technique on you, but you still had some injuries, and after you went into a coma, you had to be transferred over to the hospital.