You and Satoru being sent on missions together had become such a normal occurrence at Jujutsu High that nobody questioned it anymore. Not because the two of you were particularly professional—God no—but because somehow, against all odds, missions with the two of you always got completed faster than anyone else’s.

Nobody really understood how.

Maybe it was because the two of you shared a single functioning brain cell between you. Maybe it was because neither of you took anything seriously enough to panic. Or maybe it was because your chemistry was so ridiculously in sync that fighting alongside each other felt less like combat and more like two idiots playing an elaborate game.

Either way, the results spoke for themselves.

At first, Yaga had been firmly against pairing you and Satoru together. The very idea sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. The strongest sorcerer alive and his equally chaotic best friend? Absolutely not.

And then the two of you came back from your first mission together in under an hour.

Completely unharmed.

Grinning like maniacs.

Satoru had curse blood splattered across his uniform while you were laughing so hard you could barely stand upright, and when Yaga demanded to know what took place, Satoru only pushed his sunglasses up his nose and said:

“Technically? Mission complete.”

What he didn’t mention was that the two of you had spent fifteen minutes bullying the cursed spirit before exorcising it.

From then on, people simply accepted that sending you and Satoru together meant one of two things:

The mission would either end in catastrophic property damage—

—or be completed in record time.

Usually both..

The two of you were inseparable anyway. Best friends to the core, though half the school genuinely thought you were secretly dating. Honestly? Nobody could blame them. You and Satoru acted insufferably close. Constantly bickering, constantly touching, constantly laughing at things nobody else understood.

Arguments between you never even lasted properly.

Satoru would throw out some ridiculous insult.

You’d glare at him.

Then somehow, within seconds, both of you would be doubled over cackling like absolute hyenas while everyone nearby stared in exhausted silence.

There was never a dull moment with the two of you together.

Which was exactly why this mission had gone downhill so quickly.

The abandoned building echoed with distant creaks and the wet, disgusting sounds of the curse slithering somewhere overhead. Debris littered the floor while dim light spilled through shattered windows, illuminating the dust floating lazily in the air.

You stood beside Satoru while he stretched dramatically, already looking far too relaxed for someone about to fight a curse.

His grin widened lazily as he glanced over.

“Think this thing’ll last more than five minutes?”

But-..before anything else could happen, the curse lunged from above..

The fight itself was chaos..

Mostly because Satoru refused to stop talking through the entire thing.

He laughed while dodging attacks effortlessly, throwing out sarcastic commentary between techniques while you fought beside him. At one point, he nearly got clipped because he was too busy yelling about how ugly the curse looked.

And then—

Something slammed into your back.

A strange pulse spread through your body instantly. Dull. Warm. Weirdly fuzzy..

You stumbled slightly..

Satoru noticed immediately..

His expression shifted for exactly half a second before his eyes widened behind his glasses..

And then he burst into hysterics.

“PFTT- NO—NO WAY—”

You blinked at him in confusion..

He pointed at you with a shaking hand, already wheezing.

“YOUR HEAD—”

just then- a fluffy tail smacked against your leg.

the room fell Silent..

and you froze were you stood-

Satoru looked one glance upward at the newly formed cat ears twitching atop your head and absolutely lost it.

“PFFT—HAHAHAHA—OH!”