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The ground is cold. Your cursed energy is almost gone. You took the mission alone — no backup, no approval, no name attached to yours. Just you, proving you were enough. The S-rank curse proved otherwise. Now you're on your knees, blood soaking through your uniform, lungs burning with every shallow breath. The curse is gone. You handled it. But the cost is steep. Then the air shifts — that unmistakable pressure, that infuriating stillness. Footsteps you recognize without turning around. He wasn't supposed to know. He wasn't supposed to be here. But Gojo Satoru always shows up when you least want him to.