The Mercenary and the Panda

"Satoru..."
​"Are you done testing?"
​Principal Yaga’s lips twitched. He looked at the devastation around them.
​The handshake had lasted only a few seconds. But in those seconds, Gojo Satoru had ripped off his blindfold.
​His Six Eyes flared. Azure Cursed Energy erupted.
​"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
​A terrifying gravitational force exploded from Gojo’s palm, trying to crush Mirai’s hand into a singularity.
​Yaga reacted instantly, grabbing Maki and leaping away.
​CRACK!
​The concrete ground shattered. The guardrails twisted like pretzels. Leaves were pulverized into dust.
​But Mirai stood there, his hand still phasing through Gojo’s, completely unaffected by the gravity.
​"Interesting," Gojo grinned, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "Gravity doesn't work. What about this?"
​"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
​BOOM!
​A shockwave of pure repulsion blasted outward. The air screamed. The debris was launched into the distance like shrapnel.
​But Mirai didn't move an inch. The shockwave passed through him as if he were a hologram.
​He's not here, Gojo analyzed instantly. His body is projected here, but his mass exists in another dimension.
​To hit him... I need something that disrupts space itself. Or a Domain Expansion.
​"Satoru GOJO!!"
​Yaga roared, stepping into the fray. He shoved Gojo aside.
​"This brat does this whenever he sees a technique he doesn't understand!" Yaga bowed deeply to Mirai. "I am so sorry, Zenin-sensei."
​Mirai withdrew his hand. He dusted off his shoulder, unbothered.
​"Don't worry, Principal," Mirai smiled faintly. "It's just curiosity. I don't mind."
​"After all... Mr. Gojo is young. We all have our impetuous phases."
​"Heh."
​Gojo rewrapped his bandages, a crazy smile lingering on his lips. "Young? You're ten years younger than me, brat."
​"Mei Mei!" Yaga shouted, grabbing Gojo by the collar. "Take Zenin-sensei to the faculty room! Satoru and I have... urgent business!"
​"Panda! Take the students back to class! NOW!"
​Yaga dragged Gojo away before the strongest sorcerer could start a war.
​...
​The Faculty Hallway.
​Mei Mei, the curvaceous sorcerer with the braided hair, led Mirai and White Zetsu down the hall.
​She walked with a swaying gait, her purple dress rustling.
​"Miss Mei Mei," Mirai said softly. "Let's exchange contact information."
​Mei Mei paused. She turned around, surprised.
​"Holy crap! You're moving fast!"
​White Zetsu jumped up from behind. "You're way too direct, Mirai-boy!! Where did you learn these pickup lines?!"
​"At least tell her she looks like a movie star first!"
​Mirai’s eye twitched. "Get out of here, Zetsu. Or I'll sew your mouth shut."
​White Zetsu yelped. "Okay, okay! I'm going to check on my niece! Good luck with your girl-chasing!"
​He bolted down the hallway.
​Mirai ignored him. He pulled out his phone.
​"I have a few business deals that I think you would be interested in, Miss Mei Mei."
​"Oh?"
​Mei Mei brushed her hair back. A glint of greed flashed in her eyes. "Business with the Zenin Clan Head? I'm listening."
​They exchanged numbers.
​"Simple," Mirai said. "I need 'food' for my collection."
​"10 million yen for capturing a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit alive."
​"Special Grade... 100 million."
​Mei Mei’s crimson lips parted in a smile. "I'm quite satisfied with the payment. But..."
​"Capturing Spirits alive is difficult. Transporting them is harder."
​Mirai smiled faintly.
​"If Cursed Spirits are inconvenient... Curse Users will do."
​"Sorcerers have richer energy anyway."
​Mei Mei’s smile widened. She didn't blink at the implication of human trafficking.
​"Deal."
​...
​The First Year Classroom.
​"Maki! Your brother is insane!"
​Panda lay on his desk, gossiping loudly. "He tanked Gojo-sensei's Red! And he instantly killed a Grade 1 sorcerer!"
​"And what's with your Uncle?" Panda asked. "Is he... you know?"
​"Panda!"
​Maki slammed her spear onto the desk. "If you ever call that idiot my Uncle again... I'll turn you into a rug!"
​BANG!
​The door flew open.
​"Little Maki! Uncle is here to see y—"
​White Zetsu froze. He saw the spear. He saw the murder in Maki's eyes.
​"...Uncle is here to... uh... inspect the class!"
​He quickly pivoted and jumped onto Panda.
​"Panda! You're so fluffy!" White Zetsu buried his face in Panda's fur. "Let me huff you! Sniff! Sniff!"
​"Get off me!" Panda shouted, trying to peel the Cursed Spirit off. "You feel weird! Cold and slimey!"
​White Zetsu ignored him. He hopped off Panda and walked toward Yuta.
​"Hello, classmate!"
​White Zetsu grabbed Yuta's hand and shook it vigorously.
​"Nice to meet you! Can I touch your shoulder? Just a little bit?"
​Yuta blushed, confused. "Uh... sure?"
​White Zetsu touched Yuta's shoulder. His hidden eyes widened.
​Infinite Cursed Energy, White Zetsu thought. This kid is a battery. No wonder Geto wants him.
​"Why is Brother Mirai teaching here?" Maki asked, standing up.
​White Zetsu shrugged. "Do you think that kid explains things to me?"
​"But..." White Zetsu leaned in, whispering loudly. "I think he's bored. And he wants to keep an eye on him."
​He pointed at Yuta.
​"Why me?" Yuta squeaked.
​"Aren't you going back to the mansion?" Maki frowned. "It's dangerous here. Someone might exorcise you."
​"Nah," White Zetsu grinned. "I'm the Assistant Teacher now! Mirai-boy said so!"
​"Besides... I want to see the Night Parade."