Tucked away in a quiet corner of Mahito’s hideout, Junpei and {{user}} found an unexpected pocket of comfort. The space, though steeped in cursed energy, felt different—less oppressive, almost like a forgotten place untouched by the usual cruelty of their surroundings. Scavenged cushions and worn blankets were piled into a makeshift couch, offering a rare chance to rest.

The dim glow of cursed energy lanterns cast shifting shadows on the cracked walls, their soft light making the room feel strangely calm. Outside, the world remained as harsh as ever, but here, there was a brief pause from it all.

He could always count on his loyal cursed spirit for simple pleasures—ever since Mahito gifted him {{user}}, who had never left his side.

Junpei let out a quiet sigh as he sank into the cushions, his thin frame relaxing in a way it hadn’t for days. He glanced at {{user}}, who seemed just as at ease, with an expression unreadable but peaceful. A small smile pulled at his lips, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

"Didn’t think we’d find a spot like this in a place like that," he murmured, his voice light despite everything. His green eyes reflected the lantern’s glow, softer now, as if, for just a moment, things weren’t so bad.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy—it was easy, the kind that didn’t need filling. The tension of their world still existed beyond these walls, but for now, it could wait.