The Strongest Misunderstanding: Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the Curse of Love - We're the strongest, we devour the curse of love.

The words he hadn't wanted to hear came flying out of the mouth of the man in front of him. "Suguru's hair smells really good, doesn't it." Gojou Satoru clamped both hands over his own mouth. He had definitely just said it. Against his own will, the words had spilled out from somewhere deep in his throat on their own. The wind blowing through the ruins made the silence feel even heavier. His best friend, Getou Suguru, standing before him, was staring right at him. In seventeen years of life, this had never happened before. Satoru raked a hand through his white hair. Beneath the black blindfold, the Six Eyes darted restlessly. His heart was pounding like an idiot. He couldn't bring himself to look Suguru in the face. That line—he'd heard it, right? Of course he'd heard it. This was a silent rooftop in the middle of abandoned ruins, with nothing but the wind for company. —This is bad. Satoru scrambled desperately for an excuse. No, that wasn't what it sounded like. It was a joke. Just messing around. Nothing more than that. He opened his mouth to say so—and the instant his lips parted, something else nearly slipped out, and he snapped them shut again. "...Satoru, was that—" Suguru's voice. Low, calm, and just a little thrown off. Satoru looked at him through the blindfold. His best friend, black hair tied back in a single bundle, had let his usual composed expression crack—his brows lifted just slightly. His brown eyes were wavering. "No! That was some kind of mistake! A curse! It's definitely that cursed spirit's doing!" Satoru rattled it off at top speed. Even he didn't know what he was saying. He just wanted to get out of there. Then Suguru's mouth moved, just barely. "Satoru's eyes are too beautiful—I can't look at them directly." Suguru pressed a hand over his own mouth. His ears were turning red, fast. Satoru's breath caught. Did he just—what did he just say? An awkward silence fell between them. A lukewarm mid-May wind swept across the rooftop of the ruins. A crow called out in the distance. Vines tangled around the concrete walls swayed in the breeze, rustling dryly. Satoru looked up at the sky. The blue was blindingly bright. —Why is my heart pounding so hard it actually hurts right now? Satoru pressed a hand to his chest. His pulse was racing. Like he'd just been running. No—worse than after running. He glanced at Suguru beside him. Suguru, too, had looked away, staring out through a broken window. "...Hey." "...What." "That just now—it really was a curse, right?" "...Yeah. It has to be." They nodded at each other, stiff and awkward. Three hours earlier, we'd been in the best mood. On the outskirts of Tokyo. About an hour's drive from the technical school, that ruin stood there—the remains of an old research facility, closed down twenty years ago. Three stories of reinforced concrete. Every window shattered, vines crawling up the walls, the perimeter fence rusted a reddish-brown. "Suguru, look at that. The vines on that wall are out of control." Satoru said it as he vaulted lightly over the fence. Black tracksuit, black sunglasses for the mission. His white hair stirred in the wind. At a hundred and ninety centimeters, he cut a strange figure standing at the entrance to the ruins. "Satoru, we're on a mission. Show a little tension, would you." Suguru sounded exasperated. His best friend—tall, black hair tied back—was dressed in the same black tracksuit. He stood straight at a hundred and eighty-five centimeters, sharp brown eyes scanning the building. That profile of his would definitely make any girl do a double take, Satoru thought. —No, that's not relevant right now. "Tension? We're the strongest. A grade-two cursed spirit? We'll crush it in a second." Satoru grinned. And honestly, that was true. One year since entering the technical school. Satoru and Suguru had handled countless missions. Put the two of them together, and no cursed spirit stood a chance. Satoru's Limitless and Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation. With those two combined, they were literally the strongest. "...Well, fair enough. With us, it should be fine." Suguru gave a small laugh. Seeing that smile, something in Satoru's chest warmed. —I'm really glad I got paired with this guy. He meant it from the bottom of his heart. Until he entered the technical school, Satoru had never had an equal—a real friend. From the very moment Gojou Satoru was born, the world had turned its hostility on him. The Gojou family. One of the three great clans of the jujutsu world. Born into that house, Satoru was a genius the likes of which appeared once in centuries. The Six Eyes—eyes that pushed cursed energy to its absolute limit of efficiency and perceived every flow of it. And the Limitless, the inherited technique of the Gojou line. The instant he was born with those two, Satoru's life became a target. The dark underbelly of the jujutsu world. Kill Satoru, and the balance of power shifts. The ones who thought that way piled up money, hired curse users, sent assassins. By the time he was old enough to understand, death had always been hovering around him. —If I'm not strong, I die. That was what the young Satoru understood. For his fifth birthday, the gift was a cursed-tool dagger. At seven, he was attacked by a curse user for the first time. At nine, he learned his own bodyguard was an informant. By ten, Satoru no longer trusted anyone. Inside the house, outside it—Satoru was "the Gojou clan's treasure" and "the strongest sorcerer candidate." No one ever saw the person named Gojou Satoru. —The stronger I get, the more alone I become. He realized that around twelve. So honestly, entering the technical school hadn't mattered to him. Everyone would treat him as special again. They'd envy his talent, or fear it, or try to use it. That was all. That's what he'd thought. Until he met Getou Suguru. "You're Gojou Satoru. I'd heard the rumors—the genius with the Six Eyes." First day of school. Satoru was alone in the corner of the classroom, staring out the window, when Suguru called out to him like that. Satoru turned around. Standing there was a tall guy with long black hair tied back. Brown eyes looking straight at him. That gaze caught Satoru off guard. —This guy is looking at my eyes. Through the blindfold, technically. But it was different from everyone else. Not fear, not envy, not appraising him. Just pure, genuine interest. "Oh yeah? Rumors about me? What kind? Genius? Handsome? The strongest?" Satoru answered deliberately flippant. "All of the above, apparently. Your cursed energy really is something else. First time in my life I've met someone my age with energy this strong." Suguru laughed. The way he laughed settled right into the core of Satoru's chest. —Ah. This one's different. Satoru's intuition told him. "What's your name?" "Getou Suguru. I use Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Nice to meet you, Gojou." "Nice to meet you, Suguru." "...First names on day one. Well, whatever." "It's fine. We're gonna be the strongest duo from now on, after all." Satoru laughed. How many years had it been since he'd laughed from the bottom of his heart? A year passed. Satoru's hunch had been right. Suguru was strong. His technique of controlling cursed spirits meshed astonishingly well with Satoru's Limitless. Suguru was smart. He came up with tactics Satoru never would have thought of. Suguru was kind. He'd sigh at Satoru's wisecracks, but he never once abandoned him. And above all, Suguru saw him as "Gojou Satoru." Not the Gojou clan's treasure, not the Six Eyes genius—just "Satoru." —Because this guy's here, I can be myself. He'd started to believe that. Back to the present. The inside of the ruins was darker than expected. Light filtering through the broken windows made the dusty air glow white. Shards of glass littered the floor, wallpaper peeling away. A faint stench of rot drifted from deeper down the corridor. "Second floor. I sense cursed energy." Suguru said it in a low voice. "Got it. Then I'll go first." Satoru climbed the stairs with a light step. Through the sunglasses, the Six Eyes rendered even the flow of cursed energy in vivid clarity. Beyond the walls, behind the ceiling, under the floor—he saw it all. —One in the back room on the second floor, in the corner. Two more in the corridor. Three total. "Satoru, don't charge in head-on. We'll pincer them." Suguru gave orders from behind. "I know, I know. Who do you think I am?" Satoru answered without turning around. The moment he reached the top of the stairs, two cursed spirits burst out from the far end of the corridor. One was shaped like a giant gecko clinging to the wall. The other was a grotesque mass, like several human upper bodies melted together. Both grade-two equivalent. The kind of thing an ordinary sorcerer would struggle against. "Too slow!" Satoru thrust his right hand forward. Limitless—the technique that creates an infinite distance. The cursed spirits' attacks couldn't even touch his body. The gecko-shaped spirit lashed out its tongue. But the tongue stopped dead just short of Satoru. The infinitely stretched space blocked every attack. "Technique Reversal: Blue." Blue light converged at his fingertips. The next instant, it burst outward and blew the gecko spirit to pieces. "Yes, one down!" Satoru turned around to find Suguru had already dealt with the other one. Black vortices floated around Suguru. Cursed Spirit Manipulation—the technique to swallow and command cursed spirits. The melted human-shaped spirit was already more than half submerged in a black vortex. "One left. The back room." "As expected of you, Suguru. Quick work." "Not as quick as you." They shared a laugh and headed for the back room. Satoru kicked the door open. In the corner of the room sat a cursed spirit. It had a strange shape. Human in form, but its body was semi-transparent, with countless flowers blooming inside it. Not cherry blossoms, not plum—flowers he'd never seen before. Their petals glowed a pale pink. "What is this thing? The vibe's totally different from the other two." Satoru furrowed his brow. He looked with the Six Eyes. The quality of its cursed energy was nothing like the previous two. It should have been grade-two equivalent, yet its energy was strangely pure—clear. "Be careful. This might be the main body." Suguru braced himself. The cursed spirit moved. The petals scattered all at once. A sweet scent filled the room. "What the—damn it, I'm dizzy." Satoru stumbled back without thinking. "Satoru, get back! I'll swallow it!" Suguru stepped forward. A black vortex spread, trying to envelop the spirit. But just before it could, the spirit seemed to gather its last strength and made its body flare with light all at once. Pink light flooded the room. "—!" Satoru threw his arm up over his face. But the light passed right through his arm and sank into his body. "Suguru! You okay?!" "Yeah...but that light just now, something's off about it." When the light faded, the cursed spirit was gone. Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation had swallowed it at the last second, apparently. "...Did you exorcise it?" "Yeah. Swallowed it. No doubt about it." "Good. Then mission complete." Satoru let out a breath of relief. And then they went up to the rooftop. And that's when the words slipped out. —Suguru's hair smells really good, doesn't it. Now Satoru and Suguru stood on the rooftop of the ruins, wrapped in a delicate atmosphere. "...That cursed spirit cast some strange technique at the end. That's probably some kind of curse." Suguru said it, as if trying to pull himself together. "Yeah. Words came out of my mouth on their own. That was definitely not my will." Satoru nodded with a serious face too. "...But why did those words come out?" Satoru tilted his head. Suguru went quiet. "...Why indeed

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