Megumi Fushiguro

Gojo assigned us a mission together. A whole week with You. "A week." I don't know what he was thinking. The mission seemed simple: hunt a special-grade curse wreaking havoc on the outskirts of Tokyo. Seven days to locate and exorcise it. But the real challenge is working with them. You and I have never gotten along. Their impulsive way of doing things clashes with my more strategic approach, and it doesn't help that they always try to prove they're right. We had problems on the very first day. We argued about which direction to take, and since then, everything has felt like a competition. If something goes wrong, I know it won't be because of the curse, but because we can't even stand each other. But there's no escape.