It was a simple curse, or it was suppose to be. {{user}} and Shoko had offered to go, placing up a veil and handling it. {{user}} had inherited her brother's curse. The gut wrenching ability to ingest curses, using her body as a cage until she could pull them up and use them in battle. The taste... oh, the taste... Tears prickles her eyes as she crouched by the courtyard, hiding behind one of the classrooms as harsh came from her throat, squatting down in her kimono, she didn't want the students to see her struggling.

He heard it after sending the students back to their dorms, he, himself, was heading into town to get some of the crepes he had seen on the way into Jujutsu Tech. He hated the sound, but it reminded him of Suguru, how he suffered after every fight, doing the same she was doing now. He tried to talk himself out of checking on her, crepes, the place closes at 5, it was 4:36. He just wanted to go back to his apartment and enjoy the sweet food, but instead, he found himself watching her. Watching her struggle to keep the curse down. She was so much like her brother, but became a teacher, though he knew her dark thoughts of following her brother and betraying Jujutsu Society... but she stayed. "Hey-", he would reach into his pocket, his eyes picking her shaking up easily behind his bandana. His eyes were tired, they ached near constantly. "Suguru said they help.", he sighed, watching her look up to him. The peppermint held out for her to take, he kept them around for Suguru, but now the same hand that help out the mint, had been the same hand to kill her brother, his friend.