I've been captured before. Sneaking glances at the people surrounding him, Gojo thought. But being escorted as a criminal? This is a new experience.
Walking through the halls of the Kanagawa Prefectural Police, Gojo was surrounded by SPID agents from all sides, escorting him towards the interrogation room. Gojo walked hunched, the chains on his handcuffs clanging in the hallway. Amid the steps, he looked at Hikaru stationed to his right. "Yo, you still have those sweets?"
"Get lost." Hikaru sighed as the other agents looked at him.
"Just give the kid some sweets. Shut him up." An agent, seemingly one of a higher ranking, wearing the same uniform, but it was tight under his build, spoke up.
"See? Listen to him. Isn't he your superior? Look at that musculature! Now look at you, so normal. Tch." Gojo grinned and leaned towards Hikaru. Hikaru swatted Gojo away and looked at Brooke. "Brooke, you're too soft. This kid tricked so many sweets from me that my suitcase almost had nothing left."
Hikaru turned towards Gojo again. This time, his mouth was twitching, and his brow furrowed. "Also, for your information, Brooke isn't my superior; Brooke is a Trainee. Under. Me."
"Seems like Trainees are more competent than the actual employees, huh?" Sun Myung let out a light puff of air, Hikaru glaring at him.
Brooke huffed, crossing his arms. Once they reached the main hall of Section 7, the escorts stopped. Hikaru walked in front of the crowd, bringing Lion Brooke and Sun Myung with him.
Watching the group walk away, Hikaru glanced at them, then signalled with his head to Sun and Brooke to head towards the snack corner.
As they rolled around the sweets, they strangely started to float upwards.
"Don't tell me-"
You got it right! As that weird inhibitor you guys were using on me only made it harder to use and circulate my Cursed Energy, I can still technically float objects! Gojo hunched over, barely holding in the urge to blurt out, 'This is my perfect victory! That's right! I win!'
Hikaru and the others quickly looked behind them, only to see Gojo grinning at them, the sweets trailing behind the group like a tail. As the doors shut, Hikaru started to fume.
"That stupid! Calm down, calm down. Fuck I can't calm down! You two!"
""Yes!""
"Have any sweets in your pockets?"
Brooke raised a hand, holding a Strawberry Hi-Chew. Grabbing it, Hikaru started to gobble down the chewy candy. Sun and Brooke backed off. Hikaru, in this state, was prone to spontaneous insults.
As the two were considering how to lighten the mood, the ceiling speakers suddenly crackled. "Tetsukawa Hikaru, you are to be present in Interrogation Room 3 in one minute."
Hikaru looked at Sun, then at the speaker, then back to him, his hands already on Sun's shoulders. "Listen, I know it's been tough out there, but you've got to do me a fa-"
"Hikaru, please do not force it onto the Trainees."
"Tch"
Stomping his foot, he walked towards the Interrogation Room, waving goodbye to the two Trainees.
As Hikaru was about to open the Interrogation Room's door, a hand briefly stopped him. Looking up, Hikaru saw a man with long, wine-like hair and a permanent small smile on his face. Dan Baek Hyeon.
Through the small window in the door, Gojo watched as Hikaru stumbled in his own shoes, talking to his superior. Huh, what's that thing inside his body? It's like the weird Cursed Energy from outside, but more concentrated. More flowy. Thought Gojo as he put his chin on his cuffed hands.
"Greetings, Tetsukawa." Dan extended a hand towards him. Hikaru straightened up and shook his hands once. "Oh, you don't have to do that, Dan. After all, you're the Head of Section 6."
"Haha, I'd still like to greet everyone with respect. After all, treat others with respect, and they'll respect you back." Touching his glasses, Dan let out a chuckle.
"Hahahaha... You're too kind, Sir Dan." Hikaru felt sweat pour down the back of his neck. God, even though Dan is the kindest among the Section Heads, interacting with them is still pretty nerve-racking.
"Well then, I'll go to my po-"
"Please wait, Tetsukawa."
"Hm?"
Looking back, he found Dan holding a folder. "I'd like for you to accompany me to the room with Gojo. Since you've already interacted with the child, you'll roughly know his mental state, right?"
Hikaru hesitated as he put a finger to his chin, contemplating, then, with a curt nod, he said. "Sure."
Hikaru opened the door and motioned for Dan to go in first. After all, showing courtesy to an authority figure is Bootlicking 101.
After Dan went in, Hikaru followed, only to see Gojo's feet on the table. Hikaru quickly went over and picked Gojo up by the scruff, forcing him to bow to Dan. "Hey kid, that's the one interrogating you today. Also... where're the sweets?"
"Wah wah, ate them all."
Hikaru clenched his fist, but he held himself. Just this once. A Section Head is watching. If I act up now, my pay for the month might get deducted.
Seeing Gojo, Dan let out a small laugh. "Haha, good to see you, Gojo." Shifting his gaze to Dan, Gojo put his feet off the table and slammed his cuffs on the table, chains clinking in unison. "So you're the one interrogating me, huh!? Just to be clear, I won't say crap!"
Hikaru held Gojo down on his shoulders, reeling him in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down there, what's up with you?"
As Gojo turned his head to Hikaru, he saw the kid let out a small smirk. Is this brat really doing this right now!?
Dan Baek Hyeon walked over and pulled the other chair closer to him, and sat down, gesturing for Hikaru. Hikaru immediately let go of Gojo and went to stand by Dan's side, leaving Gojo alone to smirk. "Haha, just as they say, Gojo, you are truly humorous."
"Oh, really? What more did they say? Of my extraordinary handsomeness? My aloof demeanor? My benevolent self?"
Setting the document down on the table, he took out a pencil and a triangle from his robes. "Hmm, not quite, but they do mention your unending craving for sweets. You two are quite similar in this aspect, Tetsukawa."
"Hahaha."
"Quit laughing, bucko!" Gojo felt the need to snap back at Hikaru, but Hikaru simply ignored him with a shrug and stayed quietly by Dan's side.
After Dan finished setting his materials up, he deftly put his hands together, his eyes half closed. That damn smile was still on him, though. "Hm, it seemed like we got off on the wrong foot. I would like to extend formalities. My name is Dan Baek Hyeon, Head of the Special Paranormal Investigations Division, Section 6, Training and Recruitment of Specialized Targets."
"Wow, is that a mouthful."
"Haha, you're right, which is why we call ourselves SPID." Dan shared the sentiment with Gojo, a quiet laugh escaping his mouth.
Taking the triangle on the table, Gojo fiddled with it, though crudely, as his hands were restrained. "What're these items for? A kink?"
"Unfortunately, no. When questioning someone, I like to sketch out their face, just to get a sense of familiarity. May you hand it over?"
"Sure, sure." Gojo slid it across the table, Dan grabbed it with his right hand, and with a flourish, he started to measure Gojo's face. "Mind if I come closer, Gojo? I like to draw facial features with detail. Coming over is fine too. Choose freely."
Gojo leaned in, flattening his body across the table, his arms on his back. "This enough?"
"This might be too close. Though if you are comfortable with it, feel free." Dan chuckled.
Dan picked up the pencil and started sketching, leaving Gojo and Hikaru alone. Just as Gojo was about to say something, Dan spoke. "Say, I have introduced myself and my role in SPID, but your silence is a bit hurtful. Care to share your name?"
Gojo let out a huff. "If that bastard over there isn't saying his name first, I ain't telling."
"Hm, fair, Hikaru, please do introduce yourself." Hikaru scratched at his stubble, then straightened up with the air of a disciplined soldier. "Tetsukawa Hikaru of the Special Paranormal Investigations Division, Operator of Section 7, Intelligence of Recorders and Specialized Targets. Skillset includes a sweet tooth, silver tongue, attraction to big brea-"
"That might be enough, Tetsukawa. No need to overshare. I have my own sexual preferences, but saying them out loud isn't exactly proper public decorum."
"My bad, Sir Dan, got a little too into it."
As Hikaru mulled over his words, Gojo was struggling. Struggling to hold in a laugh, If he laughed right now, it would more or less be the cries of hysteria. A few 'pfts' came out of his mouth. Hikaru's jaws clenched. Wait. Just you wait.
Dan turned towards Gojo, his robes flowing with his motions, that smile, slightly wider. "Now then, both of us have finished introducing ourselves. Your name?"
"Gojo Satoru. Nothing else."
"Oh, that's fine too. Don't sweat it, most of those who are questioned here don't reveal themselves too much."
"I'm feeling generous today, might as well introduce myself."
Standing up from his flat position, he stood on the chair and on the table, one leg on each, though he crouched slightly to keep his balance. The white clinical lights of the room seemed to gather and form a halo around Gojo, framing his face with a heavenly touch. "My name is Gojo Satoru. The Strongest. Head of the Gojo Clan, descended from Michizane Sugawara! And a teacher at Jujutsu High!"
"Wow, I'm impressed! Though a little overkill, don't you think?"
Gojo let out a small puff of air, coming down and settling into his chair, his chains following his wrists. "You don't believe me at all, do you?"
Dan let out a small hum as he finished sketching the outline and structure of Gojo's face. "Hm, indeed. Though I might believe you if you provided enough evidence, but as of now, like that Trainee said, you're in too deep in your own delusions."
"Seriously? What do I gotta do to prove myself? Subjugate that Quarter thingy that red-haired brat was talking about?"
"That's one way to start, but I'm afraid you don't have the proper credentials and strength to outdo a Quarter Noise. After all, they could theoretically affect a town."
Gojo leaned in again, this time resting his head on his shoulders. "A town? I've destroyed countless districts, though. What a letdown. Was that stair thing also a Noise?"
"Hm, I'd like to keep my cards in my hand, but since you seem eager, yes. That stairwell, codenamed When Will It End, is a Quarter Noise?"
"Hmph, what now, a Pound Noise? A Dollar Noise."
Dan's smile widened. "Something like that."