Chapter Text
With a task to complete, the three are exploring Tokyo with their teacher. To the trio's dismay, it's for them and not the teacher because he wants to go sightseeing. Like, what kind of educator lets their students deal with the curse on their own, unsupervised?
"Come on Itadori! You're lazy bum! Speed up, would ya!"
"Shut up! Who do you think you are, forcing me to carry your stupid bags!"
Itadori and Kugisaki as usual start arguing with each other, Megumi wants to ask himself why is he here again while Gojo just giggles at the sight of both his students arguing with each other. Suddenly, Itadori accidentally ran into someone making the male let out a yelp in surprise, and the bag that he holding fell down. While the person let out another yelp too, all the books also fall from his hand.
"Oh crap! I'm sorry!"
"O-Oh, it's fine...."
Megumi assists Kugisaki in picking up his bag as the two of them hastily gather their belongings. Kugisaki then begins to nag Itadori, telling him to pay attention to where he goes. Itadori softly looked up as he picked up the books and noticed a handsome man wearing red glasses, shiny (E) c) eyes, and slightly long (H/c) hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail. Itadori saw that this guy's left ear was pierced as well. Before taking up the last book, he couldn't help but stare at him for a long time.
"Here you go, sorry for running into you." Itadori shakes his head shyly and apologizes.
"It's fine, everyone makes mistakes..."
The guy brushed Itadori's hand by accident as he reached for his books, and both of them recoiled at the intense emotions that caused them to pull away from one another.
What was that....?
Itadori observed the man gently bow to the three and turn to go, taking the opposite route that they had just taken.
Itadori continued to watch the male walk away, didn't his classmates walk far away from him until his name was called by his teacher, "Oh coming!"
Itadori watched the man go, not noticing his classmates pass him by until his teacher yelled his name and said, "Oh coming!"
Meanwhile, with the (H/c) haired male, he couldn't help but shudder, though, as he recalled the sensation with the male.
The emotions he had experienced in the past.
The identical sensation that he wishes he could forget.