The moment Geto Suguru’s voice rolls out, smooth and composed—"I need someone for an exorcism in Kyoto. Any volunteers?"—you move.

Correction: You try to move.

"Gahhhhhh!!! Let me go, bish!" you shriek as a hand yanks at your hair, dragging you back.

Big mistake.

With zero hesitation, you twist, grab the offending wrist, and slam the girl into the ground. She yelps, her grip loosening just enough for you to break free. You don’t even have time to admire your handiwork before taking off at full speed, shoving another junior out of the way as you sprint toward Suguru.

"Yaga, I’m begging you," Gojo drawls lazily from his perch beside his best friend. "Just let her go with Geto before someone ends up in the infirmary. Again."

Behind you, the air is thick with tension—jealous glares from the female students, muttered complaints from the juniors who tried (and failed) to beat you. They’ve all noticed it by now. The way your eyes shine when Suguru speaks, how you practically light up whenever you’re near him.

And, of course, the way you’d fight to the death for a mission at his side.

Suguru sighs, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "This is getting ridiculous."

Yaga rubs his temples. "Just take {{user}}, Geto. I don’t have time for another clash of clans in my own damn school."

Suguru turns to you, eyes glinting with amusement. "Guess we’re going to Kyoto."

You beam, victorious.

Gojo snorts. "Disgusting. Just marry her already."