the secret to a joyful life | satoru gojo.

prologue: yui doesn't get paid enough for this.

note: exactly as the title says. yui has had enough.

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Yui's mouth was dry. Her face was dry. Her hands were dry. Cracked, even, given her hand cream had run out weeks ago.

The only thing that was wet was her eyes, with tears, but not because she was sad. or happy. It was because this damn frog curse had spat some gross ass mush into her face and now she was blinded.

"Fuck you," she snapped, landing on all fours as the frog threw her off into the concrete. She just barely dodged its next hit, a sharpened claw extending from its underbelly to lash out, nicking her cheek and drawing blood, "you're ugly and," she wrinkled her nose as the curse opened its mouth, letting out a shrill shriek and its filthy breath, "you stink, too!"

She didn't want to use her cursed energy. No, in a place as close to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech as this, she would most certainly be smelled out by a certain blue-eyed maniac. Even now, with her cursed tools in hand, she was worried he would suddenly appear and show up right before her with his crazy grin, and she shuddered at the thought. It had been more than three years since she'd last seen the guy, which she counted as a success in her book in terms of her hiding abilities, but she had long since learned to never underestimate Satoru's ability to see anything and everything.

Letting out an irritated yell at the thought of one Satoru Gojo, she launched herself into the cold air and lashed out with her daggers. The hilts were gripped in both her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned whiter than Gojo's hair, and cut. The cursed energy imbued into her knives electrified the air as gross purple goo spilled.

The curse shrieked so loudly that Yui thought her ear drums may burst. The frog monster lysed where she made a criss-cross slash right through its face, splitting into four parts before disintegrating into dust.

Yui tucked her daggers back into her belt, huffing an irritated sigh. As much as she'd sworn off the sorcerer life, it seemed it did not want to swear off her. or leave her the fuck alone.

Cursed energy attracted curses, after all.

Good thing none of them stood a chance against her. The thought brightened her mood and she wiped blood off her cheek. "At least I'm getting paid," she muttered, reaching for her phone. the screen lit up, but not before she caught a glimpse of her own haggard reflection in the darkened screen. She winced at the sight, quickly wiping away a bit more blood before getting onto Instagram to check her feed.

Without a curtain, the signal was amazing.

With a satisfied sigh, she pulled up a cat compilation and began to stroll back to her car. it was in moments like these that she felt assured that she'd made the right choice by defecting from jujutsu society. Things like curtains were now an option, not a necessity, and with this flexibility came the ability to get back onto her phone right after a job. Hell, even during one. Sometimes, scouring out curses was no fun without her phone.

The drive home was fine, even though the evening traffic was a little bit annoying. She supposed everybody was getting off work, now. She was supposed to be in class right now, but her uni work could wait for her million yen job to be done.

The frog curse, in particular, had become her million yen job when a clueless non-sorcerer man had paid a massive sum for her to take care of some ominous presence that had been haunting his hotel building. Apparently, it had been driving away so many guests and employees that it was pretty much abandoned. It was a piece of cake, though. Her bleeding had already stopped, too.

Thoughts filled with what she was going to cook for dinner, she made her way up the lift and into her penthouse level apartment. It was something that university students certainly wouldn't normally be able to afford, but as a university student who sometimes took on under-table hitman jobs exorcising curses for millions of dollars, the inflated rent wasn't a problem for her bank account.

She was as good as scamming the non-sorcerers, she considered for a moment, taking in the gorgeous view of Tokyo that greeted her as she drew the curtains aside, the city lights gleaming as the night began to come to life.

At least she wasn't killing them, she thought sourly, before quickly pushing the thoughts aside and redirecting to thoughts of her dinner again. As much as non-sorcerers irritated her, they were good. For one, they paid way better than the jujutsu higher-ups, so she really couldn't complain.

Just as she turned on the stove to start cooking, humming to herself softly, there was a loud knock on her door. She had half a mind to ignore it, but then again, it might be the delivery man with her new Tiffany necklace delivery.

Hissing in irritation, she turned the fire back off and stomped to the doorway, slamming it open with a bit too much force and snapping, "What."

It took her a second to register who was on the threshold. The moment she recognised the head of platinum blonde hair, she reached to slam the door shut again, but the man reached out and grabbed the door before she could so much as move.

With a maniacal grin, Gojo Satoru complained, "Yui-chan! Why are you Zen'ins all so cold to me?"