"Shit! Shit! Shit!" You cursed, looking over your shoulder as you ran to find a curse user still chasing after you. You couldn't believe they wanted to kill you so badly for money and you hated this. You've been running for your whole life; you couldn't catch a break. You did your best to weave through obstacles to delay the curse user but to no avail, they somehow found a way to keep going despite your attempts to lose them.

Your heart raced from the adrenaline coursing through your body, pumping blood throughout as it kept you warm but sweaty. Although you should be used to it, you weren't at all. Your legs and lungs still burned and ached from running. Luckily, on the brighter side of this, you were a fast runner, your legs and butt were toned, and you could control your breathing much better so you didn't get side pain anymore.

The scenery changed from being in the woods to the city. Loud noises from people, cars, and talking billboards filled the air. There were a lot of distractions to keep you safe. You were now entering inside the heart of Tokyo, and the best way to get the curse user off your ass was to get into the crowds of people. You knew no curse users would dare to unleash their techniques as sorcerers have been suppressing them for years. They didn't want to get caught so they forced themselves to blend in with non-sorcerers so they could live another day.

"Hopefully, he stops in this traffic-lookin-ass deterrent!" You turned your head in all directions to figure out which path to take. You breathed heavily out from your dried lips as your chest heaved from the exhausting marathon in your life. "I don't have time to waste and choose where to run. I need to just run!" Time was limited for you. Taking a quick pause can lead to bad situations because it doesn't take long for a target like you to be ambushed. There's always eyes and ears lurking behind closed doors.

However, you took too long to make up your mind and your fate was already sealed. The curse user tugged your arm aggressively as you looked back to see his horrid expression: those evil eyes filled with greed, waiting for cash to be thrown at them once they give your lifeless body away, and the crooked smile which displayed their insane nature of being ruthless.

You had no choice but to be the damsel in distress because you're in public. Anyone in the crowd will be your hero. There's always that one person who has a heart of gold and desires to extinguish evil-doers in the world. You were going to take this chance since you're not ready to be killed or used and abused when you've done nothing wrong but hide yourself from this vicious world. The person who once protected you has been dead for years so you don't have a home to be safe and comforted.

Gathering your lung power, you screamed at the best of your ability to catch someone's ears. "HELP! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO HURT ME!" You put on the best distraught face bringing out your inner actress. Your lips quivered and your eyes were tearing up.

The curse user was so frazzled by your melodramatic behavior that he tightened his grip on your arm and used his strength to pull you away from the busy city as you winced at the pain spreading throughout your body. The curse user was this close to you and didn't want you to escape. After all, it's been a cat and mouse game with your existence for ten years.

A few minutes before your starlight act, an off-duty blonde sorcerer roamed the streets of Tokyo to clear his mind. He didn't want to go to jujutsu tech yet because he already knew who was going to greet him at the gates. The image of the colleague he dislikes popping in his mind irritated him. "Ugh, my lifespan is shortening because of him…" The man mumbled to himself as he loosened the tie around his neck. "I will strangle him with this if it comes to this point."

Then his ears caught wind of a woman screaming for help. "HELP! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO HURT ME!"

The man rotated his head to the woman's voice and speed walked where he believed the woman could be. Since he was taller than most men and women in the busy streets, he was able to see the commotion above their heads. There he spotted a woman who was struggling to rip free of a man's grip. The woman looked distressed and nobody intervened as they minded their own business in fear of getting hurt with her. As if the woman knew the blonde man was staring, she glanced in his direction and pleaded with her eyes. He saw how rosy her cheeks were, like she put up a good fight with the man, and she was huffing and puffing from her mouth.

The man knew he needed to help the woman if no one else was going to so he ran.

You were relieved that help was on the way after making eye contact with the tall, blonde man wearing some funky glasses. Turning your attention back to the curse user, you glared at him. "You better let go now!" You grumbled lowly in a threatening manner, and he shook his head 'no'.

Then suddenly, a gravelly voice entered between you and the curse user. "Keep your hands off of her. It's not polite to grab a woman like that." Your tall, blonde savior ripped the vice grip from your forearm as you took a few steps away from the curse user.

Your hand soothed over the spot that hurts. Your fingers felt the indent of his hard hold and saw the redness temporarily staining your skin, but you weren't sure if it's going to bruise or not.

The blonde man didn't let go of the curse user and kept him locked next to him. You didn't know that the blonde man knew the guy he saved you from was a famous curse user that all sorcerers have been hunting down.

"Are you alright, miss?" The blonde man asked, making sure you're perfectly fine and unharmed. He didn't have a bright, reassuring smile on his face but a stoic one which held empathy underneath it. He knew how to control his emotions perfectly.

In return for his question, you grinned ear to ear in appreciation. Without his help, who knows what would've happened to you. You didn't want to know either. "Yes, I am fine. Thank you! And thank you for saving me from that man! I'm in debt to your service one day if we meet again! But I should run before trouble stirs." You feared for the curse user to break away from your savior as he may be a non-sorcerer with a good heart. You needed to run far away from this area.

You shook the blonde man's hand in gratitude, being courteous of the departure. However, when you made skin to skin contact with him, he felt his loaded stress dissipated in thin air. This shocked yet confused him. He didn't know how to process this heavyweight lifting off his shoulders. As much as he wanted to stop you and asked if you were a sorcerer, he couldn't as you already ran off and he had a curse user in his hand. Regardless, if he were to randomly ask you about it, he couldn't because he didn't sense any cursed energy leaking out from you like other non-sorcerers and you'd think he's crazy if he brought it up.

"Who is she?" The blonde man whispered under his breath, but stressed himself again when he realized that he needed to take this criminal locked behind bars.

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Weeks later after the chase, you were roaming around to find a nearby bathroom. You felt your bladder going to explode because you ate spicy food. You had no regrets as you craved something spicy even though you knew the consequences. It was twisting and turning your stomach in places you've experienced before. The rumbles and aches were killing you.

"Oh god… I don't want to shit myself!" You knew this bathroom break was going to be deadly. You could already imagine the sound, smell, and feel once it exited your bottom. "This better not clog the toilet or else I'm running as fast as I can to not be shamed!" It wouldn't be your first rodeo but the third or fourth. You don't remember.

Searching for a bathroom, you finally spotted one that was really close to you. At least you didn't have to keep searching anymore. You sighed in relief, "Yes! Now I can go poop without holding it in any longer…!" You sprinted towards the public toilet, but you double checked if it had a gender sign or not because if it did, you're screwed.

Your eyes read the sign and it was gender neutral which was a plus. Now you didn't have to worry about running to another site or getting caught if your stomach needed to go asap. "Well, it says vacancy! Just my luck!" You were glad the grace of the world was on your side today.

Twisting the handle and pushing the door, you were stunned from the sight before you. Your eyes widened due to a tall, blonde man on his phone while he compressed a bleeding wound. It looked like a scene from an action pack movie, nothing you'd casually see in real life unless you liked the violent life. You didn't know what you walked yourself into.

Not even a second went by and the man noticed your presence and stared at you. He didn't know what to do as he thought he locked the door. He was trying to process his next move.

You didn't feel like pooping anymore as you felt it retracted back to your rectum. You never knew it could do that until right now.

A big silence filled the air as neither you nor the man spoke a word, but it didn't take long for old memories to resurface and recall the familiar face. It dawned the both of you guys that you two briefly met weeks ago when the man saved you from the curse user.

"Oh my gosh!" This realization was a bombshell. You didn't think this could happen. What a coincidence that fate would draw you two back together in this tough situation.

The man shared the same awareness just like you. "Oh no…" The man murmured and ended the phone call as it only worsened on his side. Now, he had to think of a way to convince you to leave. He didn't have to give you the real answer, but an answer that would fit the narrative.

Your eyelashes fluttered, articulating your words at the same time. Your colored eyes shifted in all directions to avoid the elephant in the room—his bleeding wound. "I'm so sorry! I thought it was unoccupied because it said so on the outside… and… and…" Your face was turning beet red in embarrassment while your heart raced, resembling your emotion.

The man could tell how flustered you were because it's written all over your face. If you kept going, he knew your head would pop off your body. "Miss, don't fret over it. It's my fault that I didn't lock the door. I apologize for my appearance that we meet like this, but I need you to leave—"

"What?!" You yelled in bewilderment, fully entering inside the bathroom as the door shut behind you. "You're crazy to think I'm going to leave this dying man alone!" Despite being a bit shaken up by his current state, you saw the bloody paper towels inside the sink behind him. It was completely soaked, meaning the injury was bad. Even his nice button up shirt was ruined too as blood conquered the vibrant blue. "I should call the ambulance!"

"No!" The man retorted, keeping a strong face and voice to show he's okay. "I don't need that. I have someone else picking me up already. It's nothing too serious…!" He grunted towards the end of his sentence which frightened you. You believed he would die on the spot by the sounds of it.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god! Maybe he got into a fight or something and probably got stabbed, but I can't let him die. After all, he saved me from the curse user! I need to repay him, and this is the time to do it. I don't care if I have to use it because I will. It's only a coincidence that we met again. I doubt it'll happen again. No regrets! I'm saving a person of my choice! You said to yourself, coming to a quick conclusion.

"Hold on!" You put a hand in the air and the man raised his brows at you. He didn't know what you had in plan, but he knew nothing in your power could help him. He needed to meet up with the only healer he knew.

"Please, don't…" It felt like he was handling a kid who didn't want to listen to anyone but their instincts. He wished you had ignored his physical appearance and left, in hopes your mind thought he's affiliated with gang stuff.

You, being determined to help him, ignored his words and stalked off to the stall, locking the door behind you. You balled your hands into fists as you looked at it and calmed your rapid heart rate. It's been awhile since you've done this. Getting the jitters out from your body, you paced around to compose yourself. You never did it for anyone else after almost a whole decade, but that man was an exception as he saved your life. In your heart, you don't feel regret or dread taking over but a solid conviction.

The man saw your moving feet under the gap of the stall. "What in the world is she doing?" The man said to himself, unsure what's to come when you come back out. He's half confused, half annoyed but shifting his focus on himself. He pressed the paper towel harder against the injury for the meantime.

SMACK!

The man's face scrunched up in disconcertment. "What in the world?"

Just a few seconds ago, you smacked your cheeks as hard as you could to make you cry and thought about something sad at the same time you did it. Fortunately for you, a tear slipped out from your eye and fell into your hand. It was a small crystallized tear holding the greatest power alive. It was very valuable and sacred. Anyone would kill to have it.

"Got it!" You were happy you did it.

You quickly unlocked the door and zoomed in front of him. The man saw your red handprints on your cheeks. He didn't know how to react seeing you. His mind didn't want to add you on to his hefty plate.

"Miss, you are—!"

The moment he opened his mouth, you shoved your crystallized tear in and accidentally swiped his bottom lip.

Oh, he has smooth, warm lips! It glided like butter. You initially thought to yourself.

The man's body instinctively swallowed the foreign object as he suddenly realized what he did. Before he could say a word, you beat him first.

You smiled kindly at the man. "Everything will be okay and take it easy! I didn't help you to kill you when you saved me, sir." Then you felt your stomach making knots with your intestines, and you knew it's your poop wanting to come out.

Shit. I need to leave now or I'm going to shit myself! You stormed out of the scene, clenching your butt as you didn't hear what he had to say.

Watching you escape again left the man dumbfounded. A deep exhale left his nostrils. "What the hell did I get myself into?" He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "She gave a 'lighter body' and now she shoved something inside my mouth? What is she? But she's giving me stress for what I consumed. It might be poison."

The man decompressed everything, letting his mind set loose. Three minutes passed and he decided to change out new paper towels for the wound. He threw the soiled ones in the sink and grabbed dried ones from the dispenser, pressing it against it. "Oh?" The man felt the sudden change. The injury didn't sting anymore. "What is this?"

The man slowly pulled back the paper towel to take a look with his own eyes if his mind was deceiving him. Getting a good view of how it's not deeply saturated but a faint stain like it only absorbed the blood on his shirt, he hastily lifted his tucked shirt up and saw it healed.

"It's like I wasn't even hurt…" The man was speechless, wrapping his head with this new revelation. "Maybe she is a sorcerer. There's no way a non-sorcerer can do this! Not to mention, not all sorcerers can use reverse technique too. She's quite special."

The more the man thought about you, he thought about the day he saved you from the curse user. "I assume that's why she was being chased because the user knew what she was. They don't strike unless there's a motive." The man grew increasingly interested in you, hoping he'll bump into you soon as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. There's just no way you're normal. His heart told him otherwise and the evidence was on him.

The man cleaned up his dirty mess. "Our path will cross soon, I know it."