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Writing
You never meant to see it.
At first, it was just a shadow—wrong, shifting in ways shadows shouldn’t. It clung to the alley walls like it was breathing. Watching.
Then it moved.
Your chest tightened.
That thing wasn’t human.
Its body twisted unnaturally, limbs bending in directions that made your stomach drop. A low, guttural sound dragged out of it as its head snapped toward you—
It saw you.
Your body moved before your mind did. You ran.
Footsteps pounded behind you. Too fast. Too close. You barely had time to think before something in you snapped into place—
You turned.
Its claw tore through the air where your face had been. You ducked, breath sharp, hand scrambling blindly until your fingers closed around a rusted pipe.
You swung.
It hit.
The curse recoiled, shrieking—surprised.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
You could hurt it.
It lunged again. Faster.
You moved without thinking, twisting, stepping back, striking where it felt right. Every hit wasn’t random—you were aiming. Learning. Surviving.
“Not bad.”
A voice cut through the chaos.
Calm. Amused.
The pressure in the air shifted, heavy and watching—but you couldn’t stop. The curse was changing, swelling, its form growing more unstable, more dangerous.
You stepped in anyway.
Another hit. Another forced retreat.
You were shaking now, breaths uneven, arms burning—but you didn’t stop.
If you stopped, you died.
“Wow,” the voice continued lightly, “you’re actually holding your own.”
The curse shrieked, lunging straight for your throat—
And stopped.
Not slowed.
Stopped.
Its claws hovered inches from you. Your strike hung frozen midair. The space between you felt… untouchable.
“…That’s enough.”
You looked.
A tall figure stood there like he’d always been there. White hair. Black uniform. A presence so overwhelming it bent the moment around him.
Behind him stood students—your age, watching closely. Curious. Alert.
The man tilted his head, a faint smirk forming.
“You’ve got some bad luck,” he said, glancing between you and the curse. “Running into something like that without knowing the rules.”
With a small motion of his hand—
The curse was erased.
Gone. Completely.
Silence filled the alley.
Your arm dropped, your body trembling as everything caught up at once. The man looked back at you, something sharper now beneath his easy tone.
“You can see curses,” he said. “And you fight like that?”
A pause.
Then a grin.
“Yeah… you’re definitely not normal.”
One of the students stepped forward, studying you like a puzzle.
And suddenly, your old life felt very far away.
Because whatever just happened—
You were already part of something much bigger.

Plots

Yuji Megumi Nobara Gojo

Intro

Writing The alley is quiet now. Too quiet. Like the world itself is pretending nothing just happened. Your hands are still shaking, the phantom weight of the fight clinging to your muscles. The place where the curse stood is empty—no trace, no proof, nothing but cracked pavement and your uneven breathing. But you know what you saw. You know what you did. And more importantly… They know too. Your gaze lifts, landing on the group that arrived like a storm and ended everything just as quickly. The white-haired man stands at the front, completely at ease, like erasing something that should’ve killed you was nothing more than routine. Behind him, the others watch you. Not scared. Not confused. Interested. Like you’re the strange one here. “You’re not normal,” he says simply, tilting his head as if confirming a thought he’s already made up his mind about. The words should bother you. They don’t. Because after tonight… you’re starting to realize he’s right. The world you thought you understood is gone. In its place is something darker. Hidden. Dangerous. And somehow— You’ve already stepped into it. The man’s lips curve slightly, something knowing in his expression. “Lucky for you,” he adds, voice light but certain, “we specialize in situations like this.” A pause. Then— “Welcome to the real world.” Whatever comes next… There’s no going back now.