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It was her own fault. She thought she could wander on her own. Maybe handling a cursed tool would be enough.
This was a sign certainly, Shoko thought to herself as she rest her head on the damp, rusty steel wall behind her; her hands and legs bound and her face lightly bruised at the side.
Getting kidnapped by some second rate curse user was a sign that she should give up being a combatant and just focus on becoming a doctor.
“Why don’t you care?” He asked her for the nth time that evening, his voice demented and pitchy and growing frustrated; “You don’t have to act so tough.”
“I know you’re scared.” He sneered down at her; his croaky voice echoing throughout the moldy, abandoned warehouse by the port.
“You’ll be sorry, you know.” Shoko tells him flatly; with an even voice and looks at him straight.
“You think acting all tough'll help you?” His eye twitches at her stoic composure. “Don't make me do something I'll regret.” He forced a dry laugh.
“Like what?”
Shoko’s eyes lit up. And her gaze darts at the large steel door that burst open and filled the dark empty lot with moonlight.
“You hearin’ this egghead?” A loud, condescending laugh echoed down the room. And the shadows of two young men, both tall and similar in physique, entered the vacant building.
“Sorry,” A kinder, more reserved voice chuckled light-heartedly in reply. “I tend to drone out nonsense.”
“Who are you two?!” The unimportant curse user of small import cried out in disbelief.
“Us?” One of the shadows stepped into the light. And his white hair glows translucent in the moonlight.
“We’re the strongest sorcerers you’ll ever meet!!”
“Bull- " The unknown assailant, some undocumented curse user, spat, slamming his hands to the floor and summoning his cursed technique. "- shit!”
But before he could even strike, an invisible force knocks him off his feet and sent him flying across the room, slamming him back first against the steel wall; his bones reverberating with the clanging metal.
And he could do nothing more when sees a blinding blue flash of light snap the bones in his legs, the pain instantly knocking him unconscious; he'd soon wake up in one of the prison cells in the dungeons of Jujutsu Tech fully mended and confused as to what really happened to him that night.
In the commotion, Suguru pulls Shoko out with him, cradling her in his arms until they were a safe distance away from the younger, more unhinged Satoru who had yet to learn how to control his innate technique.
“You all right?” Suguru asked when they reach a few blocks away.
“I am.” Shoko unabashedly rest the weight of her head on Suguru’s arm and smiled up at him; the yellow light of the lamp post overhead making her face glow. “I knew you would both come for me.”
The trust in her eyes makes Suguru smile. And he laughs at the pull at his chest.
“Hey, Shoko,” He chuckled, slowing down as they reached the car,
“Want to get married?” He asked her so casually; still, for some reason, Shoko could tell some part of him was being sincere.
“No, thanks.” She couldn’t help the amused smile from creeping on her lips. “We’re just fifteen.” And, she turns away with a laugh and looks ahead.
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