"I think you're crazy." Besu huffed at her tiger companion, kicking the gravel beneath her feet. "Why try to make friends when they're only going to try and take my power or gain influence with my father?"

"You don't know everyone seeks to harm you." Baekho chuffed and rubbed against her leg. "It is not good for you to be alone."

"I have you."

"I cannot be the only one you interact with, Little One."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"You're eleven now." Baekho licked Besu's hand once. "You need others around you to support you. Your father and I can only provide so much. You need peers your own age you can learn to trust and socialize with."

"I don't need anyone else."

As she'd gotten older, Sukuna trained Besu extensively in her use of cursed energy and techniques. She no longer feared walking through the streets of Shibuya. Those who initially viewed Besu's life as free game soon learned the extent of Baekho's wrath.

"Your father is worried about you, you know."

That gave Besu pause, but only for a moment. Then, she shoved her hands in her pockets and redoubled her pace, storming down the streets. She shoulder-checked a fruit vendor and the cabbage man, sending glares at anyone who met her eyes.

"Cub, you know he cares about you. As hard as it is for him to show it, he wants you to be happy, even if he doesn't fully understand why." Baekho continues. "Your need for companionship is as evident as the stripes on my back."

"Yeah, well, I don't know where I'd find that." Besu sighed, kicking a pebble in her path. "Father only teaches me how to fight."

"Perhaps he teaches you to fight because it is the only thing he knows."

Besu opened her mouth to respond when a green-haired man flung himself in front of her.

"May your reign be short-lived, Princess–" His voice abruptly ended as Baekho caught him in her teeth and crushed his bones between her jaws.

She dropped his body in the street and kept walking with Besu, whose expression didn't change.

"He homeschools me and teaches me everything at home. Am I just supposed to walk out in the streets and befriend the first person I see?" Besu gestured with her hand and it smacked straight into a boy with white hair. "I am so sorry." She squeaked, covering her mouth with her hands. In an instant, Baekho's spirit drew back into her body.

"Pfft. Was that supposed to hurt?" The young boy rolled his eyes behind a pair of stark, black sunglasses. Based on the cursed energy radiating from him, there was only one person he could be.

"Was that supposed to insult me?" Besu quipped back, quirking an eyebrow at him. One pair of hands stayed in her pockets, but the other pair rested on her hips in irritation.

"You're the daughter of the Curse King." The boy said, tilting his head as his posture reflected her own. "Besu, right?"

"Yes." She nodded. "And you are?"

"The princess of the Curse King doesn't know who I am?" He scoffed.

"I know who you are, but I'm giving you the option of introducing yourself before I confirm that you are, in fact, an asshole." Besu shuffled her feet, reaching out to Baekho with her mind. Keep an eye on him. I sense no threat from him. He seems to be cautious, like you.

The boy's lips twisted into a smirk at her attitude.

"I like your style, Princess of Curses. I'm Gojo. Satoru Gojo." His smirk disappeared as soon as it surfaced. "Why are you out here? Fancy a destructive stroll through the streets?"

"I don't harbor the same destructive tendencies of my father." Besu started walking, letting him decide whether or not he wanted to follow. "Though you'd think otherwise based on the amount of people that have tried to kill me."

When the world grew quiet again, Besu assumed Gojo left, leaving the residue of his massive cursed energy behind him.

"People are constantly trying to kill me too. I'm sure you know why." His voice startled her back into reality and she spared him a glance.

Besu knew. Father had schooled her on a plethora of well-known sorcerer families and their techniques. With the vast variety of cursed techniques she would encounter, narrowing down the families with techniques passed down proved vital for survival. The less wild factors she had, the safer and stronger she'd be.

"I understand." As she passed her favorite sweet shop, she nodded to him. "Do you like sweets? Do you wanna go get something to eat?" That's a friendly gesture, right? A respectable invitation, Little One. I'm proud.

"Sure." Gojo smiled.

Besu sat at a table eating ice cream while Gojo stuffed his face with warabi mochi; she racked her brain for topics of conversation, as well as possibilities to help protect her new friend from assassins like the ones she faced daily.

"Besu, yeah? What sort of cursed spirit latched onto you?" Gojo asked after his last bite of dessert. He folded his arms behind his head and reclined. "I saw a glimpse earlier."

"She didn't retreat, she just likes staying inside me to keep other spirits and people from clocking my cursed energy easily." Besu growled defensively. No need to protect my honor, Cub, he'll learn soon enough. "But she's the White Tiger Guardian, Baekho."

"Baekho, huh?" Gojo tried to appear disinterested, but his eyes shone behind his glasses the same way her father's had when he'd first heard. "Not often a cursed spirit so powerful as Baekho bonds to anyone, not even a sorcerer."

"Yeah…" Besu nodded absently, before her face lit up. "Hey! Maybe I can get Baekho to help protect you…from the people trying to kill you, too? Baekho, can you do that?"

A swirl of smoky blue swirled into the air as Baekho's glowing blue figure materialized beside them.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that. We are tethered, little love." Baekho rubbed her head against Besu's hand and turned to Gojo.

"Ha!" Gojo chuckled, wrinkling his lips into a shit-eating grin. "You think I'm so weak that I need her protection? What do you take me for, a whelp?"

Baekho bared her teeth, a warning for the young cub to stand down. "As it stands, your power is great. Few would ever surpass it. But should you ever find yourself in trouble, rally your cursed energy into a pool at the top of your head as a flare. Energy that's stored away in the mind is the most difficult to ignore, and we will find you."

Gojo pushed his glasses down far enough for Baekho to see the roll of his eyes. Then he stood and dusted off his shirt.

"You think I need a house cat to keep me safe?"

Besu blinked and Baekho had Gojo on the ground, her massive paw on his chest.

"Hold your tongue, Young Cub. I am tethered, not tamed."

By the time Besu returned home, Sukuna waited for her in the den. On a throne of bones, he appeared sorely disinterested in the book he read, but Besu she'd been gone long enough for him to hide his worry behind the pages.

"Father, I have returned home."

"Besu, I am glad you are back safely." Sukuna bookmarked his page and turned his full attention to her. "You were gone longer than I expected."

"Yes, sir. I did not mean to delay. I met a new companion." She chose her words carefully. Anyone else and Sukuna might find them unworthy of her attention. But Satoru Gojo? Besu was sure Sukuna would find him worthy, but his disdain for the Gojo family was of no question.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir. We stopped by my favorite sweet shop for idle chatter. I hope that's alright."

"Depends on who you were with."

"A boy my age by the name of Satoru Gojo."

Sukuna's red eyes suddenly locked with Besu's and he bared a set of sharp teeth. At that moment, they seemed like fangs on a feral tiger, not unlike Baekho. She couldn't tell if the murder in his eyes was because of Gojo's namesake or the fact that he was, well, a boy.

"What did you talk about?"

Baekho, I'm scared. I am here.

"Well, we mostly just talked about how we're both constantly trying to stay safe from assassins." Besu explained, leaving out their discussion of Baekho. "I suggested the sweet shop. I wanted a companion."

"A companion, I understand. But a boy?" Sukuna groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And not just any boy, either. Satoru Gojo! Of all the sorcerers you could encounter…"

"I'm sorry, Father."

With a heavy sigh, Sukuna stood and placed four sets of hands on her shoulders.

"Well, as long as you have someone other than Baekho and me to keep you out of trouble…I'll allow it." Sukuna surprised her with a kiss to her forehead before stalking away. "But if he ever lays a hand on you, I'll dismantle and cleave the little ass until he is a puddle of blood and marrow."