It all happened so quickly. One second, you had everything under control. The next, the curse lunged for you and it’s jaw widened, a sheen of saliva coating it’s glinting fangs, and—

The next, you’re in Fushiguro’s lap, his usually harsh features etched with concern. “Are you okay?” he blurts, chest heaving. The curse lays in a heap beside you both, exorcised.