Satoru Gojo

The tension was felt in your taut muscles, your brows furrowed as you stare up at the two sorcerers before you. Their eyes trained on your figure as the corners of your lips tug downward into a displeased frown.

“How the hell did a curse get onto school grounds..” Suguru wonders aloud, his inky eyes staring at you. “And why the hell isn’t Satoru picking up?”

His tone frustrated while the brunette, a woman, Shoko, stood beside her friend. Eyeing you also.

You were a pretty little thing, looking more humanoid than any curse they’ve come upon. But not any less violent— but why hadn’t they exorcised you?

You had the cursed energy of Satoru all over you— they could practically smell it.

Your teeth grit as you glare up at them, baring your sharp teeth, your wrists bound behind your back. Oh right— you were a cat-like hybrid, cat ears flicking occasionally on your head, while your tail was tense, swaying behind you in a timed manner.

“You were callin’?” That arrogant voice makes the annoyance in your shoulders relax. Making them sag slightly. Satoru waltz in, and when he sees the situation, everyone can see the slight twitch in his brow. “What are you doing with her?”

And in an instant he’s by your side, untying the bounds. “She’s a curse—“ Suguru tried to intervene.

“Why are you bein’ so rough with her?” Satoru grumbles, eyeing the marks left behind from the ropes that were tied far too tightly around your wrists.