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“Eh?” was the first thing that Satoru said when he looked around.
He was standing on a grassy field with occasional hills and trees littered across the land; there were dark green mountains in the distance and something in the direction of the descending sun that looked like a giant forest.
In short, Satoru was definitely not in downtown Tokyo.
But then where the hell was he? Uh, this must have been some kind of divine punishment that Nanami had cast upon him for teleporting inside his office so often instead of walking through a door like a normal, boring person would.
He unconsciously sharpened his gaze of the Six Eyes, but to his bafflement, Tokyo was nowhere near in sight. He could only see an endless field of grass, and then more grass, and after some more grass a forest with big ass trees, and then even more grass.
“This is your fault, Nanami~” he groaned and pulled out his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up, and of course, for the love of the god who was walking amongst humans named Gojo Satoru, of course, there was no signal. Shit, divine punishment was not to be fucked with, Satoru noted.
This little detour could cost him some freshly made taiyaki from that new bakery that would open to-fucking-day, in half an hour to be exact, and ah, the heartbreak! Satoru had been planning his ambush since the minute he found out that they would be opening a new place tonight, and he was determined to get his hands on one of those sweet fish of the angels.
If he figured out quickly enough where he was, he could still teleport there just in time.
He vanished and reappeared in a split of a second about a hundred meters above ground, and pulling his blindfold off, he looked around again. It was only when he realized that he couldn’t see anything useful from up there either, did the amused pout disappear from his lips.
Well, shit, did he seriously get lost?
One moment he was standing in Nanami’s office; the blond, lifeguard type of hot sorcerer bickering and yelling in his face, scolding him about Satoru teleporting his way through the remaining bits of his co-workers’ sanity; and the next minute, he was poof, gone, finding himself on this boring field.
How long has it been since he had performance issues? Regarding teleportation, mind you. It was ages ago, around the time he started testing out his abilities when he was still a high schooler. One time he wanted to teleport to the infirmary to scare the living shit out of Shoko but thought about Nanami just a second before his technique kicked in, and the next thing he knows, he’s laying across the blond sorcerer’s bed, with said sorcerer underneath him.
He acquired some wounds that night that he would cherish for the rest of his life.
It was then that he saw something move beneath his feet. It looked like a human, but it was ugly as hell, to put it nicely, and was about three meters tall. Satoru watched with curiosity and amusement as the lazy thing stumbled across a hill, a warned Satoru that it could be a curse.
But it wasn’t that, was it?
It radiated as much negative cursed energy as curses did; hell, it didn’t give off any energy or emotion that Satoru could see, except for an animalistic hunger, an urge to find food and devour it.
“Huh,” Satoru chuckled. “Cute.”
He teleported right in front of the thing, watching with both disgust and delight as the thing suddenly stopped, its dull eyes zeroing in on Satoru’s figure. They stared at each other for a moment, while Satoru quickly processed the information flooding his eyes through the blindfold. There was a faint pique of energy at the thing’s nape, probably its weak spot.
“Oi,” Satoru called out, tilting his head to the side. “What might you be?”
The thing did not have the courtesy to answer. Throwing its arms ahead, fingers greedily pointing in Satoru's direction, it began running, no doubt with intentions to attack him. Satoru just giggled, and let the thing lift him from the ground, though it could not touch him through his Infinity.
“You look a lot like Zenin Naoya, has anyone ever told you that?” He wasn’t wrong, the ugly thing even had some weird strands of blonde hair coming out of its head.
The thing growled and tried tightening his grip on Satoru while opening its mouth. Realizing what it was trying to do, Satoru ripped himself out of the thing's grip and landed right on the titan’s forehead. “You’re just like Yuuji,” he scolded lightheartedly, “putting everything you see in your mouth.”
The thing growled, flapping around the leftover chunks of its shoulders that Satoru ripped off by accident when he tore himself from its hold. Man, these things were fragile. He barely needed to touch them.
Satoru gasped with a honeyed smile as he watched the steaming arms slowly regenerating.
“Oh, I wonder,” he trailed off, finishing the thought in his head about how this thing resembled curses in some ways. Regenerating, devouring, being stupid and laughably weak. “I should probably deliver you to Shoko, but ah!” he groaned, and took a peek at the thing’s nape. “Sometimes curiosity gets the better of me, you know?”
He swung himself with a backflip into the air, and before the lazy little guy could do anything, he obliterated its nape with a flick of his finger into a steaming mess of gore. The thing fell on its belly like a chunk of dead meat that it was, and within mere seconds it evaporated into nothing.
“Huh,” Satoru hummed pinching his chin, wondering what kind of fever dream he was currently having. “Yuuji would be so jealous that he can’t see this,” he then chuckled, playfully kicking the pile of remaining ash in the grass. “This was fun, Naoya, let’s do it again sometime!”
He mindlessly teleported himself across the field, stopping for only as long as he needed to look around before hopping onto the next visible location.
For some reason, he could not teleport to anywhere in Tokyo or Japan, no matter how many times he tried. It was like that one time he wanted to teleport to Purgatory during one of Yaga’s classes, but he stayed in the classroom, which meant that either Purgatory didn’t exist, or he was already there. Both options seemed equally possible.
With a quick stretch of his Unlimited Void, he determined that he didn’t somehow teleport into some half-assed domain, meaning that this had to be a real place. Any domain should have been shattered into pieces under the pressure of his technique, so he had no doubts.
It was when he teleported across a hill that he saw the red and green stripes of smoke in the sky, and he first laid eyes on the group of humans. They were on horseback, exactly twenty-three of them as Satoru counted in a blink of an eye. They were shouting back and forth, and an occasional red column of smoke sliced through the air.
They were wearing strange leather and metal gear that allowed them to swing themselves into the air like some techwear spidermen, and they had large swords without pointed ends in their hands.
About a minute was enough for Satoru to understand what he saw, though the context still made no sense. The riders were keeping a tight formation as they launched forwards, each signal of smoke indicating where they should be heading to avoid the relatives of the Naoya-looking thing.
Satoru’s face lit up when he noticed another one of those humanoids chasing a rider. This one was bigger, about seven meters tall, and it had the floppies beer-belly Satoru has ever seen in his life. It would have been comical if the thing hadn’t suddenly caught the rider and shoved him in its mouth with a loud crunch and blood slattering everywhere.
Satoru sighed and massaged his temples. “I had so much hope for you, Naoya,” he feigned disappointment, but the slowly widening grin on his face said otherwise. He already knew he was going to have way too much fun wiping the ground with the faces of these obscure monsters.
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The right-wing has been almost completely wiped out, came the disturbing message, and all Armin could do was grit his teeth as he willed his horse to keep running just for a little longer. They were almost back at the wall, they could still make it.
A signal of red smoke shot up in the air to the left side of the group of riders: Armin, Sasha, and Jean. They were originally in different places in the formation, but the chaos of the battle forced them to adjust to the situation. The patrol was cut short when an unusually large group of abnormals ambushed their forces, and there was no other option but to call off the mission and ride back to the wall.
“Three meters tall titan to the left!” Sasha shouted through the wind just before Armin spotted the grotesque figure peeking through above a tree.
“Follow the formation!” Jean led his horse to the right, and Armin and Sasha followed. As long as there was no abnormal, they were ordered not to attack.
There were so many of them injured, and even more dead; it would be pure luck if half of them made it back home, and the wall was still ahead. Those abnormals appeared out of nowhere, hit-raiding them like a nightmare coming to life. Armin was exhausted, his breath coming out raggedly with the horse juddering under him, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one who was holding onto the saddle with the last of their strength, praying that their horse wouldn't collapse. The only thing that gave him strength was that he could still see Eren and Captain Levi in the middle of their torn formation.
The three of them rode into a sparse forest of young trees, the vegetation blocking their vision of the horizon just for a few minutes. Breaking the formation was too great of a risk.
Just a bit longer, just a few more…
Armin’s eyes widened at the sight of the three black stripes of smoke erupting on each side and right ahead of them in the sky above the trees.
“What the…!” Armin hear Jean gasp on his side in disbelief, and cold sweat and shivers ran down Armin’s spine.
In a moment the woods cleared, opening up to the grassy field, and all Armin could think about was red, red, red. “Watch out!” someone shouted in panic just a second before Armin leaned away from a giant hand coming down from above.
There was chaos everywhere. There must have been at least fifteen titans ahead, but Armin did not have the time to count them, mainly because they were all charging at them at once. An abnormal was running around at a frightening speed, almost stomping on Sasha, who was screaming and whimpering in fear. She barely escaped the clattering teeth of a titan that threw itself on the ground to swallow her whole.
The formation was completely lost. People were riding towards the wall that was almost visible by now, some were fighting, and others were snatched and lifted in the air to be torn in half before getting eaten. Strayed horses were galloping in every direction, trampling on screaming soldiers, their manes dripping with blood.
Armin pulled out one of his swords instinctively as a pair of dull eyes fixated on him, and with a scream of terror, he sliced through fingers that were reaching for him again from above. The titan howled, and Armin heard the frightening sound of a titan stomping after him. Jean and Sasha were gone.
He only glanced backward for a minute, watching as metal wires shot through the neck of the four-meter titan, with someone already slicing through its nape when Armin’s horse neighed and wedged her hind legs into the dirt to stop.
“Hey, don't stop, keep moving…!” The words froze in his throat when he watched as a titan of ten meters alongside two other smaller ones stared right at him from not too far away.
Wedging his heels in the sides of the horse, he urged her to move, but the horse threw her hind legs in the air, tossing Armin to the ground in the middle of the battlefield.
He was dead, Armin thought.
Dead, dead, he was dead, those titans were coming right at him. Fear made his muscles rigid, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the monsters that would devour him in a matter of seconds. No matter how many times he faced death, how many times he stared into the lifeless, hungry eyes of a titan, it never got easier.
Jean swung across the field in front of him, slicing through the tall titan's Achilles tendon, but the sword did not go deep enough to trip the titan over.
"Shit!" he cursed, and noticing Armin trembling only about fifteen meters away on the ground, he launched himself in his direction immediately. "Armin! Get up, now!" he yelled, running towards him.
The blonde boy nodded, but his knees were too weak with fear to move.
He only regained his senses when he was practically forced to notice a shock of white something between Jean and the approaching titans. Armin narrowed his eyes in a hopeless effort to focus on the figure ahead. He was a man, just standing there with his back facing Armin and Jean.
Though Armin could not see the face that belonged to him, it almost seemed like the guy was just watching those titans launch themselves at him. Has this man completely lost his damn mind?!
“Hey, you!” Armin tried to shout, but his voice was still weak from the shock and fear. “Run!!”
“Armin!” Jean’s voice registered in his brain just a moment before he was lifted from the ground, but Armin did not pay attention to him. That person will be devoured in two seconds if he didn’t move.
“Where are your swords?!” Armin shrieked, and following his gaze, Jean noticed the man as well. “Run, or fight, they will eat you!”
There was an eerie pause, a moment of complete silence; Armin watched with wide eyes as the man looked at him over his shoulder, like three titans weren't just about to jump on him at full speed. Armin’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw his face; or rather what he could see of it. The man was wearing a black piece of cloth on his eyes, yet chills ran down Armin's spine as he felt an intense gaze piercing through his body. Even though the blindfolded man stood in the middle of a battlefield, there wasn’t a single scratch or drop of blood on his face or the weird, badge-less, all-black uniform he was wearing.
The man flashed a grin of pearl white teeth at Armin that took the boy's breath away, before turning his attention back to the titans. The man took a few lazy steps towards them, and then in a single second hell broke loose.
The man moved so quickly that barely a flash of black and white was visible. All three of the titans’ bodies erupted into a storm of flesh and blood, showering everything within a ten-meter radius in crimson rain. Armin shut his eyes and covered his face with his hands just long enough to avoid the disgusting remains of the titans, and when he opened them again, the man was no longer standing on the ground.
His white hair, which should have been dripping with blood, shined bright and immaculate as the man launched himself in the air. The first knee slamming against the face of a titan was harsh enough to make it lose its balance, and with the next swing of a leg, there was a sickening sound of crunch. The head broke free from the neck like it was made of glass.
Armin and Jean sat in the mud, frozen in their places as they could do nothing but watch the titans run to their deaths in the storm of blood. The sky was painted in a shade of deep crimson, no doubt staining the clouds too.
“Who… What is that?” Jean choked out, but he could not talk any more sensibly than Armin. Their eyes were glued onto the figure as he swung from one titan to the next, slaughtering them into a pile of steaming gore like it was nothing.
Smelling the intense odor of blood in the air, the titans abandoned their prey and headed straight toward the white-haired demon. Armin wanted to shout, warn him about the swarm of titans that were approaching from behind when the man git grabbed by a titan. He was lifted in the air, but before the monster could snap his body in half, the man suddenly pulled off the blindfold.
There was a flash of bright blue and purple. Pure strands of white hair brushed across his angelic face that Armin saw for the first time, and the man jumped, while all the Scouts could do was watch with their jaws slacked wide open. At this point everyone has noticed the godlike man; it was impossible not to.
He was about five meters above ground, almost like he wasn't jumping, but floating. There was a sound coming from him that Armin did not notice, but he was too distracted by watching him to care. With his arms stretched out on the sides, palms facing the sky, and the rain of blood repelling from his body, he looked like a god that descended from the sky.
It was then that Armin recognized the sound.
The white-haired man was laughing. It was light and sweet, like a voice of an angel, and he was laughing so cheerfully as the crimson tears fell from the sky.
Then there was a loud crack and crunch coming from every direction, another flash of blue, and the titans exploded into small chunks in a blink of an eye.
There was nothing left but the man standing in a crater of scorched soil and the wide-eyed Scouts scattered around him.
The sky slowly cleared from the filth of the titan’s insides, and Satoru stretched his arms up to the sky, letting out a breathy chuckle. Screw the taiyaki, it’s been so long since he could properly blow off some steam. He pulled his blindfold black on his eyes, sighing in relief.
It was only when he heard a heavily accented voice shout, that he pulled himself back from the afterglow of the fight and focused his attention back on the people in weird clothes.
There was a short man in a green cape coming straight toward him, and god, his expression was the most perfect copy of Nanami's passive-aggressive frown that Satoru has ever seen. It made him strangely homesick.
Grumpy Dora the Explorer was the only one levelheaded enough to move or talk. The rest were clinging onto their rifles and swords, their fear so strong that Satoru could smell it a mile away. He had to hold back a little laughter, musing about how his little performance paid off. It’s been ages since anyone did something so pointless as threatening him by pointing a gun at him, but these people were anything but the usual scum he had to encounter during his missions. He found it incredibly refreshing.
“Is it Halloween already?” he raised his voice when the short man with the intense death glare got closer, and Satoru didn't bother any longer to hide his amusement.
The man stared him up and down in such an inquisitive way that it almost made Satoru raise a suggestive eyebrow at him.
"Care to explain what you are, brat?" the man spoke, his voice strangely flat, lacking the depth and strength that his serious tone suggested.
Satoru grinned widely at the belittling name.
He wasn't dumb or stuffy enough not to figure out the situation that Nanami's divine punishment threw him in.
Alternate universes and realities were not something that particularly bothered Satoru; having been born to be the strongest living being on the planet, and his sheer existence shifting the power balance of the entire planet, something like traveling to different worlds did not faze Satoru too much.
"Gojo Satoru, at your service, oh damsel in distress," he chimed and bowed theatrically, as a wave of whispers and shocked sounds washed across the group of people. The short man just narrowed his eyes, which made Satoru want to tease him more.
"He asked what are you!" Another man yelled suddenly, his voice so clearly trembling that it almost made Satoru take pity on him, but this unfamiliar situation filled with unfamiliar people and creatures made him bubbly with excitement. “Human or titan?!”
“Titan? You mean these guys? Oh, sorry, were they your friends?” he smiled and pointed vaguely at the evaporating remains of the ugly things. It was meant to be a joke, but nobody laughed beside him. Ah, don’t they know that beggars can’t be choosers? He did save their asses just now.
Armin’s fists tightened on Jean’s cloak. They were still sitting in the mud, from where they had a perfect view of the man who killed nearly fifteen titans in two minutes.
It was so clear, so painfully obvious that pointing a gun at him like some did wasn’t going to do any good. He killed titans with his bare hands – no, not with his hands. He didn’t even touch them, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on him. Angering him or firing on him could easily mean that the rest of the surviving Scouts will end up as nothing but a splash of red gore on the ground too.
What was this power, Armin kept thinking, again and again, replaying the horrifying images of the titans’ bodies shredding into pieces in the air. Who could have this much power? Was this person not human? Was he a god descended from the sky? Was he like Eren?
At that exact moment, Satoru tilted his head ever so slightly in his direction, and Armin froze. There was no way of telling where Satoru was looking with the blindfold on, but Armin knew anyway that he was looking right at him. His gaze was so intense, so strong that Armin’s body shivered violently under its intrusive touch; it was a gaze that ripped physical matter into pieces.
"I feel like that's an impossible question to answer," Satoru jested lightheartedly. "Like, if I say I'm not, then you'll try to kill me, but if I say I'm human, you'll obviously think I'm lying, and then you'll try to kill me!"
The short man scoffed, his gaze masking his concern with annoyance. "You're a talker more than anything."
"Captain Levi!" someone shouted. "There are more coming from the south!"
Levi did not take his eyes off Satoru as he gave out his orders: "We're leaving at once! On your horses, men! And you!" he snapped at Satoru, who was watching intently as the soldiers snapped out of their shocked state hearing their captain's voice. "You're coming with me."
"Aw, are you already crushing on me, Shortie? And I haven't even flirted with you yet," Satoru cooed, making Levi frown in disgust. The only thing he could currently respect about this man was how clean he managed to stay during all that killing.
There were just enough horses for everyone.
Satoru had never ridden a horse before, but he had faith in himself that just like it was with everything in life, he will excel in this too. Trembling hands of a girl held up handcuffs in front of him, and Satoru stared at the metal thing in amusement.
Levi's eyes never left his figure. "Are you stupid or blind?" he asked the girl, who blushed furiously under the comment. "Tch. There's no point cuffing him." He could tear it off anyway, hung the unfinished part of the sentence in the air.
And then, Satoru realized that this might just be the most fun experience of his life. Again, when was the last time anyone was surprised to see him in action or tried to cuff him, pointed a gun at him, or threatened to shoot him? Not ever, ever-ever. These people had no idea who he was, and he wanted to play along because it was fun. He wanted to play along because as unreasonable and impossible as it was, he knew that he was no longer at home.
With the widest, most childish smile on his face, he grabbed the handcuffs and locked them on his wrists. Even if he didn’t have the power to rip these off, it'd still be relatively easy to pick the lock, but who cared! It was so much more entertaining to know that these people thought they had him under control.
“Like this?” he grinned and lifted his hands above his head.
“Yes,” the girl blurted out, and she quickly ran back to her horse.
“Alright, Captain,” sang, his masked gaze locked on Levi's figure. “Lead the way!”
He was right about riding the horse, and oh, this was dangerous, because the more fun he had playing along like he was in a theater club, the less he wanted to go back fighting shitty curses.
He was cheerily humming along to a k-pop song, not minding the stares that practically impaled him from every direction, except where Levi was. Nobody had a single ounce of cursed energy here except for him, and Satoru was interested to know if he was aware of it in any way.
"Captain Levi, titans approaching from the west!" Satoru heard a girl who looked a lot like Nobara; that feral girl would be so pissed that someone else could pull off her hairstyle better than she did, Satoru snickered.
He was escorted back to a city surrounded by circles of giant walls, and with each step of his horse, Satoru understood more and more that wherever he got thrown out to by Nanami’s divine punishment, it was nothing like he’d ever seen.
Once they reached a more densely packed town, they slowed down to fit through the crowded streets of what looked like a medieval city from a fantasy manga.
Satoru felt the change in the atmosphere when people started noticing him, their cheers dying away, and Satoru had to give it to them that they must've looked weird. His clothes were nothing like the rags or the uniforms people wore here, not to mention the color of his hair, the blindfold he was wearing while perfectly maneuvering his horse across the street, not to mention the height difference between him and his new favorite grouchy Captain Nanami.
He was escorted to a cell under a fortress-looking building, but after Levi locked the door and left Satoru with his forehead pressed against the bars, he quickly got bored of himself.
"It's the dashing captain, isn't it?" he cooed at one of the guards leaning against the wall in front of his cell. He was laying on his stomach on the bed he was provided with, swinging his legs back and forth.
"Please, for the love of god," the man pleaded as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a desperate frown, "shut up!"
"Why? There's nothing to be ashamed of, he's a veeery handsome man," he giggled, enjoying the way the guard flushed even more. Satoru has been teasing him about having a big fat crush on Shortie for about half an hour now. This was the third pair of guards that stood at his cell within two hours. For some reason, they kept leaving. "Oi, you!" he raised his voice, tilting his head towards the man who's been standing uptight for the last ten minutes now, never glancing at him for even a single second. "Hello~" No answer. He turned back to the younger one, delighted to see that the blush was still not gone. "Is he ignoring me?"
The guard shut his eyes for a long second, then just nodded, accepting his fate. "Yes, he is, as probably I should too."
"Aw, don't be like that! I'd be so bored without you!" Satoru lifted his blindfold just long enough for the young man to see him wink, and Satoru erupted into fits of giggles when the man's face heated up again.
Having an inner debate about what the best approach would be to attract the other guard's attention, he cleared his throat and sang: "Oi, you, Mr. Thick Neck Bitch!"
A door slammed open at the right end of the corner, and through the wall, Satoru saw two figures enter. He let out a joyful sigh when he recognized Levi to be one of them.
"Aw, my favorite captain has returned to me!" he raised his voice before the two arrived in front of the cell just to mess with them. "Did you miss me?"
Levi looked just as he did when Satoru saw him a few hours ago, his face in a weird blend of annoyance, nonchalance, and something delightfully murderous. Next to him stood a tall, blonde man (but then again everyone looked tall next to Levi), with the thickest eyebrows Satoru has ever seen.
Eyebrows sat down on a chair prepared for him in the hallway, while Levi leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, avoiding Satoru's gaze. How cold, he chuckled.
"Any questions?" Eyebrows asked sternly, his greyish blue eyes watching Satoru's every move.
He stood from the bed, and playfully running his fingers across the bars, he leaned his forehead against one of them. "Yes, how long do you want me to stay in this boring cell? My patience wears thin quite quickly, you know." Also, your eyebrows, how?
"You'll stay here until you're called for your trial," Eyebrows replied simply. "As of now, you're in the custody of the Military Police. We were granted permission to visit you just this once. Let's talk."
Satoru sighed and stretched his arms above his head. Who knew that playing prisoner was so exhausting?
"How about you shed a little light on who you are and what your intentions are?" the man continued.
"Aye, aye, you're taking this way too seriously," Satoru rolled his eyes and leaned against the bars again. "I happened to stumble across your land completely by accident. I frankly don't even know where I am or who you are."
"Fine," Eyebrows said. "My name is Erwin Smith, head of the Scout Regimen's Task Force. And this is Captain Levi Ackerman, whom you already met. And you are?"
Satoru grinned at the shorter man and pouted his lips. "I'm your irresistibly handsome prisoner, Gojo Satoru, of course. Or Satoru Gojo for you, I guess, you're doing that weird thing where you switch the names."
"And where are you from, Gojo?"
"Tokyo. Japan," he clarified, but Erwin's mighty eyebrows were still arching down in confusion. "It's lovely this time of year, you should visit."
"And what are you exactly?"
Satoru hummed, scratching his forehead through the blindfold. "I'm the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, baby! Basically, where I come from, we have something similar to your titans, but we call them curses. They're born from negative energy," he began his usual lecture. "My job is to exorcise them. It's kind of like magic."
"Tch," Levi clicked his tongue, still not wanting to look at Satoru. "I told you, he's just a clown."
"A clown, who singlehandedly saved valuable lives from certain death," Erwin specified sternly. "Gojo, with your powers, we'd have the potential to finally turn the tides in the battle between humanity and the titans. With you, we could win."
"Yes, about that," Satoru puckered up his lips, "I'm kind of just on vacation here. Sorry, but I don't have the time to clean up after your silly little monsters."
Levi, for the first time since they entered, met Satoru's gaze under the blindfold. "Do you find this funny?" he gritted his teeth.
"Oh, no, not at all!" Satoru rushed to defend himself, but his childish tone suggested otherwise. "It's just that I don’t get it," he shrugged. "I mean how can you keep losing against such a weak enemy?"
Levi glared at him angrily, but Satoru's eyes saw everything; there was something hidden behind the captain's cold grey gaze similar to awe, a mix of instinctive fascination and fear that lured Satoru in. He wanted to know more, he wanted to show Levi more.
Ah, he was a weak man when it came to his own indestructible ego. What a beautiful paradox this was.
"Ah, fine, I guess I can stay a little longer," he sighed, feigning defeat. "But I have a condition!"
"Name it," Erwin said.
Satoru grinned widely, and pulling up his blindfold over one eye, he stared at Levi. The man visibly tensed under his uncovered gaze, but his face revealed no emotions. Yes, Satoru could get addicted to bullying out a reaction from this guy. "I want to join the Captain Anger Management Issue's team here. Otherwise, I'm not moving a single muscle."
Erwin looked back and forth between the two of them, sensing the tension building up between the two men. "That can be arranged. You will stay here until the trial tomorrow."
"Oh, absolutely not!" Satoru exclaimed, snapping the blindfold back on his face. He grabbed two iron bars that separated him from that sweet freedom and bent them apart like they were made of butter. The four men's eyes widened in shock, including his two guards', but Satoru paid them no mind as he stepped through and began walking towards the door. "Come on, Levi," he sang over his shoulder with a playful smirk, "I want to explore the city! Do you know a place where they have taiyaki?"
"What the hell even is that?"
"Ah, we're gonna have so much fun!"