The funny thing about life is... It can fuck you over in unexpected ways.
Even as I stared at the frozen body of a curse user, someone not affiliated with either of the school and using his cursed technique for his own selfish reasons.
I realized another funny thing about life... It had ways to make you fuck yourself over...
I took a breath and tried to feel anything, allow myself to feel anything... But I didn't, I didn't feel a thing.
It was sudden, he came out of nowhere while I had my guard down on a mission. I was too relaxed and almost paid for it with a life that was not my own.
"You okay?"
I asked, still looking at the frozen, black haired man in front of me with a blank look.
"Y-yeah..."
Shoko muttered from behind me, probably recollecting herself from what just happened. I raised a hand, my knuckle coming into contact with the man's chest, shattering him.
Freezing blood on instinct, good enough, but not fast enough... It was almost not fast enough.
I narrowed my eyes for a moment, watching the broken pieces of ice on the ground.
The perfect murder, nobody would figure out what happened, it would be just a puddle on the ground.
"Let's go back, the mission is complete..."
I muttered, shoving my hands in my pockets as I started walking, not even looking back at Shoko.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket, going into contacts and texting Akira to grab a few beer bottles and come to my room. It was always open nowadays, made into a small mancave to hang out after classes and training.
Getting a simple Okay in response, I put my phone back into my pocket and continued walking.
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"So... are you going to talk?"
Akira asked, sitting in one of the beanbags, opening the Beer-bottle that he somehow managed to get with a ring on his finger before taking it off and tossing it at me.
Catching it, I put it on my middle finger, putting it to the bottle and with a quick motion of my wrist, opened the bottle, taking a sip.
"I killed a man today..."
I hum, looking at the bottle absently. I could feel Akira's gaze on me as he remains silent for a bit, seemingly observing me.
"How do you feel?"
I shrugged at his question. How does one answer that? Especially someone in my situation...
"I don't feel anything..."
I shrugged, taking another gulp of the Alcohol, and looking up at the ceiling.
"It's not that unusual, honestly..."
He muttered, my eyes drifting to the side to look at him from the corner of my eye.
"We're Jujutsu Sorcerers... All of us are a little crazy in the head, those who aren't, well, they die off early..."
Well, wasn't that encouraging... I sighed, grabbing the controller.
"Turn on the Play Station..."
I muttered and he just nodded, getting up and turning it on, grabbing the other controller for himself.
Nothing much happened after that, just playing games while drinking the beer he brought over.
I was fine...
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"You look like Shit..."
Wow, I could feel that "shit" with the capital "S" that came from Gojo as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow from his seat.
"You okay, dude?"
As crude as that was, the concern was a little touching, oh wait, that wasn't concern.
"Hangover..."
I muttered, dropping down in my seat with a groan of pain. My head was killing me... My liver hated me and my lungs were... my lungs were fine actually.
I moved the reverse cursed energy I was passively circulating around my lungs to my Liver, breathing out a sigh of relief, as some of it went to my head as well.
The door slid open again and Akira walked in, looked just as bad as me and sat down in his seat, dropping his head on the Table with a groan similar to the one I released a second ago.
"You two want to spar later?"
Geto asked, smirking as I turned my head towards him, glaring.
"I will hit you with a black flash no matter how hung over I mean just for that, you dick..."
I muttered.