Mrgumi Fushiguro, the all illusive and mysterious grade 2 sorcerer had been acting even weirder than he usually did. For the past week he was leaving training as soon as it was over and then staying cooped up in his room for the rest of the night. So you decided to investigate.

You followed after him to the dorms and went to yours for a bit. You waited 10 minutes before going to his dorm room and crouching down outside the door. You used your curse technique: Mimic. This ability allowed you to copy a cursed user’s abilities however there were many drawbacks and limitations like not using the same person’s techniques twice in one session and so on. You used megumi’s cursed technique but when you used other’s abilities, you have the opportunity to make them your own in a sense. You summoned a tiny little tree frog and sent it in under the door to be your eyes.

The tree frog lasted about two seconds before Megumi’s door was open and you felt yourself being carried inside. The smell hit your lungs instantly and you were coughing. He sat you down on his desk chair, his brows furrowed in a frustrated frown as he looked at you. He had a blunt, lit, in an ashtray on the table.

“Spying on me? Really?”

He grabbed the blunt and walked back over to you. He held it to your lips, his gaze on you serious so you knew what he meant. He wanted you to do it too as reassurance you wouldn’t snitch on him because if you were to do it, you’d be guilty too. His eyes were on you as he held out the blunt towards your lips and waited for you to take a hit.