Shoko paused short of the door leading into the morgue and hummed in curiosity as she saw Kiruka resting on her back on top of a sterile autopsy table, reading a horror novel. She was a combat trainer at the high school and rarely came to visit unless she or one of the students needed medical attention.

Shoko was uncertain as to why she was here in the morgue, but something dire must have happened or else the doctor knew she wouldn't be here.

"What are you doing in here? Do you need to be healed?"

Kiruka laid the novel on her chest and tilted back her head. "I'm fine – no reason to worry. Yaga doesn't need me to look after the students today, so I'm hanging out here until I find something to occupy my time better."

Shoko again hummed, coming into the chilled room. Her heeled shoes clacked against the ceramic floor as she walked closer, leaning against the table. She took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a drag.

"Are you here because of Satoru?"

Kiruka placed her arm over her face. The smoke made her curl up her nose, or perhaps it was the fact she mentioned Gojo by his given name.

How unmerited.

"Didn't you quit smoking?"

Shots fired. The ball is in your court.

Shoko grinned and blew the smoke at her. "Shame if he were to figure out you were here."

Touché.

"I'll ask that you don't tell him please," Kiruka said with a frown.

Her stomach churned with dread.

"And why is that?"

Sticking out her tongue, Kiruka leaned up and fished out a note from her front pocket, handing it over to Shoko. Said woman glanced at it in uncertainty until Kiruka rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"It's clean."

Shoko took the note and opened it, reading over the contents. "One can never tell."

Her eyes immediately narrowed.

The letter was short and to the point, but not the love letter she had been expecting. Satoru didn't write it, and it wasn't handwritten; it was from Principal Gakuganji ordering a transfer.

"He wants me to teach at the high school in Kyoto. My proficiency with cursed tools is seen as an asset all of a sudden."

Ever since Satoru angered the old man. Ironic; you bet.

Shoko handed her back the letter. "And do you intend to accept?"

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

She supposed not. It made sense now; why Kiruka was hiding from Satoru.

"You don't plan to tell him. Are you two not still an item?"

Kiruka sighed. "No, I don't. And our business is our own."

Satoru and she dated a few times; slept together; it wasn't serious enough to be labeled, but she cared enough that one word of disagreement from him would turn her world upside down. This is why she couldn't see him. Leaving would be so much harder on her. To be honest, Kiruka planned to wait until he was busy – perhaps teaching – then gather her luggage and depart for Kyoto.

He might come after her – she hoped – but he might not.

"I have no interest in digging up bones," she added.

Shoko sighed; a plume of smoke escaped her mouth. "Do as you wish. It's no business of mine."

"Thanks Shoko."

Said woman straightened herself and said her farewells, returning to her work. There was nothing more to say between them. She paused in the door and looked over her shoulder at her former classmate. Kiruka stared at the cover of her book with a frown on her face, long hair disheveled from her former position. She looked so gloomy; Shoko thought the look suited her much better.

Don't thank me, she thought, fishing out her phone.

Locating Satoru's number, she sent him an urgent text and returned to her office with no care about what she had done.

Kiruka returned to her dorm room at noon when she was sure Satoru was occupied; a useful tip from Shoko that came before she went home. Shame her room would be given away after she moved; she was sure old man Gakuganji wouldn't offer her free board – not like Yaga.

Packing the remainder of her things into a carry on – most of her larger things had been moved through the day thanks to Nitta – Kiruka placed her cursed tool into a large case and picked it up. She turned and looked at her barren room – everything besides the bed and side tables were gone – and sighed in gloom. She'd miss this room; she'd miss Tokyo.

So many memories were made here; some bad and some good.

Kiruka turned her back and moved to the door. It was time to go. Her stomach churned in dread. Most of all she'd miss Satoru.

She grabbed the knob and opened the door, not registering the fact someone was waiting on the other side; that someone being the person she wanted – and didn't want – to see the most.

"Hello!"

Kiruka squeaked in fright, almost dumping her luggage and shot a heated glare at Satoru.

"The hell are you doing here?"

He puckered his bottom lip. "What? Not happy to see me? I just came to say farewell before you left for Kyoto, since you weren't going to say goodbye to me."

How? Shoko must have talked.

"That bitch," she sneered. "I should have never trusted her not to squeal."

Satoru laughed and came into the room. "I would've heard about the transfer anyway."

He sat down on the bed, crossing his leg over the other. "Want me to go to Kyoto and kill them?"

"I don't want you to interfere," Kiruka mentioned. She closed the door and rested against it with a sigh. "Go home Gojo and leave me alone. It's most likely your fault I'm being transferred in the first place; don't know when to shut your big mouth."

Satoru brought up his hands in defense. "Easy on the insults. I told you, I just came to see you off."

He stood up, moving closer to her and eased his fingers into her hair, leaning back her head to kiss her. Kiruka tensed up, but kissed him as well.

He withdrew and grinned. "Bye Kiruka."

Tears blurred her clear eyes. Why did he insist on doing this to her? Teasing her heart. Kiruka just wanted to leave without a problem. She knew that if Satoru showed up, he'd make her want to stay.

"I have to leave, Satoru. I don't have a choice."

He hummed and lifted up his hand to wave. "Have a nice trip. See you around."

Satoru reached for the door.

"You're such an asshole," Kiruka sneered.

He knew exactly what he was doing? Forcing her to say just exactly how she felt.

She took hold of his arm and tugged him towards her, leaning up her head to peck him on the mouth.

"I don't want to leave Tokyo … or you," she uttered.

Satoru grinned, resting an arm against the door above her head.

"Then don't," he mentioned. "Stay with me; tell the old man to shove it."

His mouth moved to her cheek where he kissed her gently.

Kiruka sighed. "Easier said than done. I'm not Satoru Gojo."

"Let me kill them," he teased.

She pressed her body against his. "Play nice."

A startled squeak left her as Satoru picked her up, trapping her between himself and the door. Kiruka wrapped her slender legs around him and buried her fingers in his hair, not yet removing his blindfold. Her mouth devoured his in a passionate kiss urging him to grin.

"Play nice," he teased once he pulled away.

Kiruka rolled her eyes. "Don't you ever shut up?"

Satoru slipped a finger beneath his blindfold and yanked it down, revealing his stunning blue eyes to her; eyes that made her stare in awe.

She reached between them and unbuttoned his pants, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking his lengthy cock until it became hard; he sighed in relief and leaned his head forward to kiss her ear. A shiver shook her lean body and her eyes rolled back in bliss as Satoru traced his warm tongue over the shell of her ear, adding his cool breath to make her moan.

Satoru grinned. "Here? Or the bed?"

"Here," she begged, removing her hand.

Satoru put her down and slid off his pants as she turned towards the door and hiked her dress up passed her slender hips. Reaching between her legs, he moved aside her panties and rubbed her clit. Her soft moans and urgent pleas made him eager; he spread her wet pussy and thrusted into her roughly.

Kiruka moaned. Her breath caught in her throat as Satoru fucked her. She pushed back her hips, meeting his deep thrusts. She'd never last, and he knew it.

Once he ran his tongue over her ear, she came undone.

A pleading moan poured from her swollen lips as she came. Kiruka leaned against the door and languidly rolled her hips until Satoru came, covering her slender legs in spurts of warm cum.

How could she ever give this up?

Satoru laughed, blowing air into her flushed ear.

"Oops, made a mess."

No shit! He always made a mess of her.

"Don't act like you did it on accident," Kiruka snorted.

She'd miss him so much. Tears blurred her eyes and a loud sob escaped her.

"Still no?"

Kiruka sadly laughed. "They'd never let me say no."

She turned and slipped her arms around him, burying her tear-stained face into his shirt.

"But I know you can bring me back," she sobbed.

Satoru patted her head. "You just have to ask."

Asshole. He was such a jerk.

Kiruka leaned up her head and glanced into his light blue eyes.

"Save me," she begged.

He grinned. "Leave it to me."

And she did.