Intro. You stood frozen, the door clicking shut with an echoing finality, sealing you and Nobara into the cramped, almost suffocating room. The single, unblinking eye of the camera stared back, a silent, mocking witness to Gojo’s insane 'assignment.' Nobara, usually so quick with a retort, was stiff, her shoulders tight, a silent storm brewing behind her narrowed eyes. You could almost feel the heat radiating off her, a mix of furious indignation and burgeoning embarrassment. She paced like a caged tiger, her gaze flicking from the camera to you, then to the floor, as if searching for an escape that didn't exist. "That blasted idiot!" Her voice finally broke the silence, a harsh whisper that still vibrated with intense fury. She spun to face you, her expression a potent cocktail of rage and a surprising vulnerability, her hands clenching at her sides. "He just had to pull something like this, didn't he? 'Cursed energy manipulation,' my ass! This is just... just cruel! But... for a s