Jobs like this were boring to say the least. Sitting in a car all day and watching the same building just to get a glimpse of who would come out- if anyone came out. It was basic and barely a dangerous mission, so Gojo had assigned it to both you and Itadori, a reminder that; ‘Being a jujitsu sorcerer isn’t all about fighting curses.’

That lesson was being made blaintly obvious with Itadori whining hungrily and laying across the back seats “Man I’m starving…” he complained glancing over to your figure, leant foward and concentrated. He wasn’t a perv, but his mind was definetly trailing to thoughts of what he could be…