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If there's one thing Satoru never expected would happen, it was him dying. Or—alright, alright, with his life and the way the jujutsu world was, he expected to die, yeah—just not the way he did.
If you asked him, dying of some random disease he couldn't be bothered to remember the name of after all the shit went down and he and most of his loved ones made it out in one piece was absolutely ridiculous. He expected to die all dramatically, in a battle perhaps, taking a million enemies down before passing away after uttering a deep one-liner... ok maybe he'd read and watched a few too many dramatic isekai manga and anime.
But he still hadn't expected dying like this, not in a fucking hospital bed with his students and friends giving him broken-hearted looks.
There Yuji goes again, sobbing like a baby. Nobara is by far the most composed. Satoru kinda suspects she's still holding on to the desperate hope that this is some elaborate prank he cooked up with Shoko. As if. Shoko would never agree to something like this.
It'd be too much of a bother.
In the end his last words are "Ahh, Shoko, I can't believe it's been three years since I got laid" which is maybe just, like, cosmic karma or some shit.
'Cause five seconds after saying that, he dramatically gasps as everything goes dark—which, he supposes, is dying.
He's pretty sure people aren't supposed to be aware after dying, but, eh. He's a sorcerer who fights curses, floats in the air and shoots off physics-defying nuclear-esque attacks from his fingertips.
And then he wakes up being called by the name his students had been teasing him with ever since they watched a certain anime after it was recommended to them by a giggling Akari, so he does the natural thing.
He screams like a banshee.
Looks like he's at least got good lungs.
When Mimi's baby's deep gray eyes are suddenly bright, fractal blue when he turns two, she doesn't really worry much. There's no blue-eyed people in her or Sacchan's ancestry, but neither was there in Minato's, and that boy had very blue eyes. And they're shinobi, unrealistic, unnatural and unbelievable things are kind of their bread and butter.
She does wonder why he screams his tiny little lungs out in what sounds like like despair when everybody hugs and wishes him.
Like, there isn't anything particularly scary about people saying happy birthday Kakashi-chan, right?
Or is there?