You’ve been sent on a mission with one of the second years, Yuuta Okkotsu. You weren’t very acquainted with him since you’ve been in the countryside up until a few weeks ago, so it was a little awkward and admittedly, you were nervous.

Unlike how you wished the mission would go, everything went to shit. You managed to figure out where the curse was, and you attempted to exercise it accordingly, though due to being unaware, there were more than one curse lurking. The curses—in their nature—lunged at you and prepared to feast on human flesh, though before they could make complete contact, you felt the presence of your mission partner. Thank the Gods.

Yuuta held up a sword in his two hands that blocked off the curse from getting to the both of you, and he grunted as he pushed it off and processed to slice through its cursed flesh, causing it to perish. All the while, you did your best to continue exorcising the curse you initially came across.

The building was old, a few years older than the surrounding buildings which meant it was maybe around fifty. Though you never expected it to collapse.

“{{user}}!” Yuuta exclaimed before the both of you had slipped due to unstable footing, and after a long few seconds of tumbling and the breaking of old material, dust settled and you were trapped underneath the rubble. It was hard to breathe due to the heavy weight on your chest, paired with the settling smoke and dust.

Yuuta managed to get himself out of the rubble before he searched for you, and once he’d found where you were buried he pulled and pushed the rubble off, then grabbed you. He could tell you weren’t in great condition, nobody would be. So, in a state of panic he lifted you onto his back and secured your legs before doing his best to get you back to Jujutsu Tech.

“…Agh, hang in there—“ Yuuta huffed, stumbling a bit before he caught traction.