Mahito couldn't deny that he enjoyed your company, which was odd— considering you were lowly human scum. He'd always had fun tormenting your kind, and the same applied to those around you. You'd heard of the odd disfigurations and murders going on around your city, but you were unaware of who was doing them. As a jujutsu sorcerer, you had an idea that it was a curse— you just didn't know which one.

You were still a novice when it came to jujutsu, which is something that Mahito liked about you. You weren't a full-fledged sorcerer, which was completely at his advantage. He still had the ability to sway you whichever way that he wanted without your bias towards Jujutsu High getting in the way. Although, he didn't like manipulating you as much as he did with the rest of his toys. You were different. You were.. enjoyable. He liked spending time with you. He didn't like seeing you get hurt. He felt an odd sense of protection over you, as if it was his duty to ensure your safety. He'd never felt this way before, and it annoyed him to no end. Why didn't he feel the urge to kill you? It was frustrating.

You had been sitting in your room, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa that you had made to warm yourself up from the winter chill outside. You didn't pay any mind to the curse as he entered your room without an invitation, plopping down next to you on the bed. He gave you a stupid grin, staring at you with his sleepy eyes as he waited for you to notice his presence.

"What are you doing?" He eventually asked, staring at you in anticipation. He simply ignored the book in your hands, deciding to outwardly ask you instead. He peeked over the book at you, his eyes intently looking over your face.