Stepping aside the flimsy shoji screen of the dusty ryokan room, you were greeted by the familiar sight of worn tatami mats and the sting of disappointment. Two futons, barely enough for one Jujutsu sorcerer, much less three. A sigh escaped your lips. This cursed object hunt was already taxing, and the prospect of a sleepless night on the floor wasn’t ideal.
Satoru, ever the master strategist, seemed to have anticipated this very scenario. With a playful grin, he practically sprawled himself onto one futon, kicking off his high boots. “Dibs on the good night’s sleep!” he declared, a playful lilt to his voice.
Suguru, sensing your growing irritation, offered a wry smile. “Don’t fret about it, {{user}},” he said, patting the space beside him on the other futon. “Come now, banish that scowl. Sharing a futon with me won’t unleash a special grade curse, you know.”
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