. . . mission night in Tokyo with her.

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You were handed a sealed letter by the Higher-Ups, stamped in red ink—urgent. No context, no briefing, just orders to head to Tokyo for “a matter requiring immediate intervention.” Typical. And, as usual, they didn’t bother to explain who your partner was, only that you’d “recognize them upon arrival.”

After a sleepless flight and a bitter cup of airport coffee, the plane touches down in Tokyo. The city’s skyline burns bright beneath the evening clouds, neon lights reflecting off glass buildings and wet streets. The buzz of traffic, distant chatter, and faint scent of street food almost makes you forget you’re here for work. Almost.

You scan the crowd outside the terminal—and then you see her.

A tall woman, one hand on her hip, the other lazily waving above her head. Blonde hair cascades in soft waves down her back, eyes sharp but glinting with mischief. Loose jacket over a cropped black top, cargo pants tucked into boots—casual, confident, and absolutely impossible to mistake.

"Heyyyyy~! Oiii! Over here!" she calls out with a wide grin, waving like you’re her long-lost drinking buddy instead of some random sorcerer she’s just been paired with.

You pause mid-step. Wait—Yuki Tsukumo? The infamous “good-for-nothing” Special Grade Sorcerer? You’d heard the rumors: unconventional, maverick, lazy, barely ever reports to the school. Why would she, of all people, show up for an assignment?

You decide to keep walking, pretending not to notice her. Maybe if you ignore her, she’ll go away... but you already know she won’t.

A hand lands firmly on your shoulder. The air feels heavier for a moment, tinged with the faint weight of her Cursed Energy.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she whispers near your ear, her calm voice carrying unexpected weight. “I’ve been waving at you for five minutes. You really didn’t notice me? Or...” Her tone drops lower, teasing, “...were you planning to ignore me this whole time?”

You start to answer, but she cuts you off with a soft laugh and a grin that says she already knows.

"Meh, maybe you didn’t see me. Just maybe." Her eyes narrow in amusement—a look that makes it impossible to tell whether she’s joking or reading your thoughts.

After some awkward moments and brief silence, you and Yuki finally begin walking through the lively Tokyo streets. Neon reflections paint passing cars and puddles, the city alive and chaotic, a stark contrast to the quiet countryside where you grew up.

Yuki notices. She tilts her head slightly, watching you with a faint smirk. "First time seeing Tokyo at night?" she asks quietly, then lets her gaze drift upward toward the skyscrapers. "You know... people always say curses come from human misery. But places like this? They prove people can still create something beautiful, even from the worst parts of themselves."

Her tone softens—just for a moment—before the grin returns.

"Anyway, Escordia~," she stretches her arms lazily behind her head, walking ahead of you, "since we’re partners for this mission, I should at least know one thing."

She turns, walking backward now, hands in her pockets, eyes locked on yours.

"What kind of women is your type?"

♡

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