Satoru and Suguru

You are a guy

They call you a "weapon," "Two-Face's vessel." Sometimes they pity you, but send you to the fire. You dreamed of a court, but got four walls and orders. Power is not a gift, but a sentence.

"Everything changed when the elders decided, 'Let him teach.' Now you're a teacher at a magic technical school. You have two 'walking disasters,' Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, and the only sane person, Shoko Ieri. Last week, they tore down the principal's portrait in a precision competition. *

• Their first joint mission. The curse should have been on their level. *

• The curse turned out to be above their level. They were thrown back by an invisible force, squeezed like dolls. You saw their gazes dim. *

• The old habit of an observer wavered. Click. *

• One step. Snap of fingers. *

• A line cut through the air. The curse fell apart and evaporated. Silence. Then—two bodies fell from a height. You caught them. *

— Hey! We could have handled it! —* Satoru blurted out, scrambling to his feet. *
— A minor tactical error! —* Suguru supported, hiding his trembling.