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Jogo
Jogo had been craving this moment like the mountains crave quiet decomposition of lost children who never found the well trodden path. He had gotten to the point that he could almost taste the nitrogen and bone of it. He had always known there was a chance he wouldn’t see the fruit of this labor until he was reborn with new eyes a century from today. That was the price he was willing to pay, to sacrifice seeing the sprout and the bud bloom, all so that the feast could be had when they all returned to the world as Kings.
Without too much care he held the vessel’s head back, sliding each finger into the mouth of the boy who would be the gateway to their success. One by one each finger was swallowed until there were no more to offer. Fifteen. That was the total if Geto was to be believed about the amount the boy had already absorbed prior to their plan here in Shibuya.
The marks on the boy’s face hadn’t faded, and Jogo waited impatiently for the eyes of the King of Curses to open. Before that could happen though, he was startled by the sound of labored breathing. Turning away from the boy for a moment, Jogo felt a bitter disappointment at the sight of the two girls that had been chasing after Geto like lackeys. He had genuinely thought they had died. How annoying. Sorcerers and their techniques really could be a pain. Though, they were so obviously terrified and exhausted that it was clear they couldn’t avoid him for much longer. Raising his hand to finish the job he—
There was no pain. Just the sound of his cursed blood pouring from the clean cut where Jogo’s arm had been. Purple and pooling at his feet as his eye widened at the realization of his limb being severed. The two girls shuffled back, a sound of terror in the back of their throat.
Understanding the much more pressing threat, Jogo whipped around to face the not-boy who was now clearly awake. Only— there was something wrong about the sight of him. Sukuna’s marks were fading like ink in the rain, but four eyes stayed open, lazily inspecting him. Another mouth had formed on the boy’s cheek. It was only a second, but it felt like a small eternity as the confusion and fear slammed into the curse’s chest.
“Hey, isn’t this guy supposed to be dead?” Itadori grabbed Jogo’s severed arm which was holding his chin, and in a blink the flesh and blood practically minced itself into dust.
A different voice replied, the mouth on Itadori’s cheek, full of sharp teeth and a deep smokey voice. “Kill him then.”
Jogo leapt back, joining the two sorcerer girls to distance himself from what was clearly Sukuna.
Itadori was on his feet in a blink, as if he was above the pedestrian act of scrambling off the floor. Head high, the corners of his mouth tugged oddly. He was the same boy Jogo had met while facing Gojo. At least, he should have been. That boy hadn’t been very interesting, Jogo had never understood Mahito’s fascination, he was just a mediocre child sorcerer who could do one thing that was interesting. Even that hadn’t been in relation to his own power.
Except standing before him, on this final night of October, Jogo could feel something about the boy’s presence lodge in his throat. Deep and black like murky waters, the weight of being near this Itadori made air in Jogo’s chest weigh him down. Crushing like the mountains crushing the organs and gnashing the bones of an ill fated spelunker. The taste of it was bitter and terrifying, the smell like burnt out coals, Jogo’s feet were magnetized to the tiles of the train station.
Was this really Itadori’s presence? That darkness, sharp like blades to the throat? Heavy as the mountain, cold as the layers of snow in the dead of winter that bites at the limbs of wanderers, devouring them piece by piece.
Itadori stretched his arms casually, rolling his neck, then the lower set of his eyes wandered over to the girls. Everything about him was like a predator, different from Gojo, but somehow equal in weight. It should have been impossible but— Jogo had assumed Sukuna would be the only one to gain anything from those fingers. That it would be Sukuna who had awoken, hadn’t that been what Geto promised? So why was the boy here, why was he able to fill the room as if he owned it?
Lazily, the boy hummed and sounded a little petulant when he said, “This whole thing is kind of weird.”
The thing in front of Jogo pointed at him and caused his entire soul and body to seize. Itadori huffed, “You’re dead—” his finger swung towards the girls casually and they startled. Obviously aware that they were being threatened with a deadly weapon. “---- You’re like— those girls Uraume was dragging around, and I feel like I hit my head…”
“You’re too stupid to be hitting your head and getting dumber,” Sukuna scoffed from his mouth on Itadori’s face. Instead of pouting at the insult, Itadori laughed softly. A small thing but clearly real. Sukuna continued to speak as if he didn’t care about their surroundings, “We should just kill them all and go from there. I have no doubt I’ll be capable of explaining it after one discussion with your Six Eyes.”
“You’re so blood thirsty… seriously,” Itadori pouted, then his tone shifted a little as he said “Hey, um… excuse me. Do you two know where Uraume-chan is?”
“Ura—me?” One of the girls frowned, clearly panicking out of their mind. Jogo was trying to figure out what he should do. This wasn’t going anything like they had planned, but Sukuna was here, and he could at least try to work with this.
“Uraume, I can show you where they are.” Jogo offered.
Yuji turned to him and frowned. There was a moment of quiet, then the boy lifted his hand and said, “Oh, yeah! I should probably get rid of you first, huh.”
Nanako
Nanako wasn’t exactly sure how she and her sister were still alive. Her throat was tight as if Mimiko had started using her technique on her, but all she could do was hold onto her sister’s hand as fiercely as possible and trail after the thing that had woken up after being fed all those fingers. This wasn’t a sorcerer, this was something else. Something unnatural and twisted in its make up.
Sukuna’s vessel could not be human. He just couldn’t be. Not with the way he had the crushing presence of a monster. Even worse was the way he looked after fighting and exorcising Jogo. Four arms casually out as if he wasn’t the second coming of a Calamity. Four eyes, as many arms, and two mouths with different voices. The boy was supposed to be their age but he was more thing than human.
Palms sweaty and itchy, lungs burning, Nanako could only force herself to put one foot in front of the other. Whatever ‘Call me Itadori’ was, he was willing to help. Even if Sukuna seemed to think Nanako and Mimiko were more useful dead.
“You’re always picking up disgusting strays. Do you really want to keep these stupid creatures?”
“We’re not keeping them,” Itadori said with a clear frown, “They’re not animals. We’re just … helping out until we figure out what’s going on.”
“You and your altruism:” Sukuna spat, “What a waste of time.”
Despite the fact they sounded like they were arguing, Itadori laughed. It was a little creepy that every time Sukuna sounded as if he was unhappy, Itadori smiled a little or laughed. As if it was a joke.
Mimiko’s hand tightened in Nanako’s.
“Exorcising that curse took longer than I thought it would,” Itadori said, suddenly sounding serious. There was some silence as they walked and Itadori frowned before he said, “That makes sense.”
Looking at his four hands he flexed and clenched them.
“Fifteen sounds about right.” Itadori sounded dissatisfied, “We’ll figure it out. We just have to find Gojo-sensei.”
“Gojo Satoru was sealed,” Mimiko said, voice shaky. Nanako nearly jumped out of her skin and shoved her sister lightly.
Voice weak, Nanako scolded her, “Mimiko!”
“Ah—” the Itadori shaped thing that had been leading the way stopped walking. Very slowly, as if he hadn’t been the one shouting about it, he asked, “Sealed?”
“Pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed, “And he has the gall to mock us.”
“Where is he then?” Itadori seemed to ignore the remark.
“Um… that person, the one inside Geto-sama using his body like a puppet…” Mimko started, and Nanako could feel her own heart racing in her throat.
“He has Gojo Satoru… in the prison realm. He’s got him at platform B5F in Shibuya Station.”
“That means we’re going the wrong way," Itadori said petulantly. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?!”
Sukuna said dully, “They could be lying to manipulate us into doing what they want.”
“We’re not!” Nanako felt as if she was begging for her life.
“I swear!” Mimiko shook her head so hard Nanako could feel it.
“Please! If you’d said to take you to Gojo Satoru we would have!” Nanako tried to pour all of her earnestness into it. If Itadori had said he wanted to be taken to Gojo she would have said something earlier. The only misconception was that he’d decided to go to the nearest sorcerers. “He’s with that thing that stole Geto-sama’s body!”
“Thing…?” Itadori trailed off and then frowned. “I think they mean my mother.”
“Disgusting. Don’t call that freak your mother.”
“Okay, so, new plan. Platform B5F— Kill my mother and get Gojo-sensei back.”
“Um…” Nanako wasn’t sure if this was… alright. They’d sort of stumbled into this entire situation. She had been hoping to figure out a way to negotiate to get this exact thing arranged, but Itadori had sort of seemed like the kind of person who did whatever he wanted. Guided by some sort of compass that trampled over conversations. “If— if you kill the thing inside Geto-sama we know where another finger is!”
Itadori stared at her and his face turned so soft that Nanako felt almost as if she was getting whiplash when he laughed. Soft and gentle.
“You mean the one two blocks away?”
It was terrifying. The small ease they’d gotten from the conversation at hand vanished and suddenly Nanako felt as if there was a butcher’s knife to her throat.
“Don’t play games you can’t win,” Sukuna drawled. Then, his tone was lazier when he said, “Don’t follow us or I’ll be sure to make you collateral.”
Nanako feared her nails were digging into the tender skin of her sister’s hand as she tightened her grip and began to drag Mimiko away. The pair of them ran, feet pounding into the asphalt, the smell of burning tar and ozone choking their lungs but they ran and ran until they didn’t have to worry about Sukuna and that thing he was inside anymore.
Kento
“Hey, why do we keep meeting guys that should already be dead?”
Putting it lightly– Kento was in absolute agony. After that volcano curse had attacked, he was certain he wasn’t going to be able to survive the battle of the night. Now that this patch work curse had arrived, it was the conclusion of his story. At least, that’s what he’d thought.
Yuji had arrived with the weighty presence that was so like Okkotsu and Gojo that Kento had nearly choked on it.
“Itadori Yu—” the patch work curse started to talk and then—
It was all too fast for Kento’s already scrambled head. One bad eye and exhaustion from the fading adrenaline didn’t help either. All he knew was that one moment, it was the end. The next he was the only thing standing in a circle of curses that had been turned to mince and viscera. Including that patchwork soul altering curse.
Exhaustion. That was the only reason Kento could find that he hadn’t noticed it before. Yuji was not just Yuji. He only realized this fact when his knees buckled and the boy caught him. Two arms full of Kento and two hands pressed to Kento’s injuries, spreading regenerating reverse cursed technique as if it was second nature. The familiar knit and burn of new skin and sinew began to work it’s way over his body and Nanami could only mourn now much of a bitch it was going to be with a new eye. He’d likely have to cover it for a while.
“You’re gonna be okay, Nanamin.” Yuji smiled and four red eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lights. Two mouths—
“Itadori-kun… you— how many fingers?”
“Don’t worry about it, Nanamin.” Yuji said, voice soft and soothing.
“Hurry up with this. We’re almost there.”
A voice deep and smooth like a warm smokey flame spoke. Kento had never heard Ryomen Sukuna’s voice. From what he knew only Gojo and Fushiguro had been graced with that terrifying honor. Now he was the third that the King of Curses had deigned to speak around. There was something sharp to it, if warm. Like a wild fire that had been contained.
“Itadori-kun…” Kento wasn’t sure what to say, what was happening, “Be careful. I’m unsure what is happening, but it’s clear Sukuna is attempting to take over—”
“We’re fine,” Yuji helped Kento to the floor and with one of two free hands waved him off, “Don’t worry about me, Nanamin. Stay still and heal up.”
Kento tried to talk, but he was so tired. His tongue was too heavy and his mind was too hazy. Before he could attempt to impart much more wisdom Sukuna spoke again.
“That thing that calls itself your mother is going to get away. If you want to free Six Eyes you have to keep moving.”
“I know I know!” Yuji frowned. Then, clearly reluctant, let go of Kento. The energy that was healing him still lingered.
“He is not our Vassal,” Sukuna said, his tone impatient, “You’re not so stupid as to think he is.”
“I know.” Yuji responded, “Rest up Nanamin.”
The squeak of his shoes on the tiles harsh, Kento could only watch in dazed confusion as Yuji vanished into the night. Towards Platform B5F. Everything about the interaction had been wrong. Everything. Sukuna was supposed to be conceited and stubbornly refusing to do anything but revel in Yuji’s misfortunes. He was not an ally. Yuji was just a normal boy. Strong and becoming capable, but he was not a boy with extra limbs and eyes and—-
Kento breathed, too tired to fret, or do much more than sit and heal. All he could do was fall asleep and hope that Yuji really was going to be okay. Trust that the boy he had been about to leave his legacy would pull through.
Kenjaku
“Hi, mom, long time no see. I was hoping I could have a turn with Gojo-sensei.”
Kenjaku laughed.
They laughed because the audacity was astounding, because Itadori Yuji figuring out they were his mother was not such an expected thing. Especially so soon. The boy was proving so very fascinating and capable. Successful in a manner that none of Kenjaku’s other children ever had been.
Case in point, the boy had been fed upwards of fifteen fingers and had seemed to manifest more than one of Sukuna’s traits while clearly maintaining control of the vessel. How he had managed was worth research and study! Yuji— easily their favorite son— was worth his weight in attention and gold.
“Sorry, Yuji-chan, I cannot simply hand the prison realm over. Even when you ask so humorously."
“What providence. I’ve been longing to get blood on these hands.”
Kenjaku choked on their own spit. That voice…. It had been so long. They had forgotten what the voice sounded like. Yet, the moment their ears registered it— they knew Sukuna had spoken. The heavy aura of Itadori Yuji— the voice of Sukuna…
“Ah, I see you two have formed a binding vow of some sort,” Kenjaku recovered as fast as they could manage, “If that’s the case, perhaps we can negotiate something. After all, having Gojo Satoru around wouldn’t exactly be beneficial for us, so your desire to possess him is quite baffling.”
The prison realm was still stuck on the ground, burning in a crater. Annoying really. Already Kenjaku was beginning to think something had gone terribly wrong. Their mind caught up with the implications of Yuji arriving here so fast. It meant that he’d either avoided Choso and Mahito, or had killed both of them. If that was the case… Yuji might not be their favorite child anymore.
After all, centuries of planning going to waste was annoying. Really! Then again, everything had been going so smoothly. What with Tengen being forced to evolve and what not.
Yuji cracked the knuckles on all four of his hands.
“Yeah yeah, you can take this one. They’re not your mom,” Yuji said and suddenly his face shifted. Sukuna’s tattoos appeared on their body and Kenjaku found themselves fascinated at the utter symbiosis of their pairing.
“Are you honestly going to side with Jujutsu Sorcerers?” Kenjaku laughed a little incredulously, “After all the trouble we went through to get you here? You’d change your mind like that?”
They snapped their fingers and while there was fear creeping into their heart, they hoped they knew Sukuna better than that.
Sukuna peeled what scraps remained of their uniform off their torso and scoffed, “You’ve always assumed to know better than everyone, Kenjaku. In this case, you can’t be blamed. It's not as if you can know what you’ve never been told. Not that the Kenjaku of my world knew anything about it either.”
“What?” Kenjaku frowned at the implication, “Are you implying you’re not in the body of my son? But the son of some other me?”
And beyond that. Sukuna was claiming to have lied and deceived them a thousand years ago. That his motives for incarnating this far in the future were not so self serving.
“Something like that,” Sukuna said with a grin, his teeth gleaming. It was then that Kenjaku realized just how much Yuji had not changed when they switched.
Sukuna moved and Kenjaku dodged. It was the fastest they could go and– unfortunately— it was obvious that Sukuna was faster. He’d simply decided to play with his prey a little. Kenjaku had zero interest in fighting the King of Curses. And the fact it had come to that— Well, it seemed it was time to abort the mission. Loathe as they were.
“Ah! No need for all that!” Kenjaku laughed, semi distressed but content with their ability to evade the entire thing, “You can have Gojo Satoru if you’re that eager!”
“Hilarious you think that I’d forgo a chance to kill you,” Sukuna chuckled darkly, “After all, Yuji gives me so few chances to have fun on my own.”
“You really shouldn’t make deals with moralizing little boys,” Kenjaku laughed, the sweat down their back was ice cold on their burning skin. The distress was making their heart pick up pace as they dodged another swipe of the tiger’s paw.
“Would you like to hear a secret?” Sukuna grinned, a twisted gnarly thing.
“Usually I’d be happy to gossip but I have a feeling this is one of those ‘dead men tell no tales’ types,” Kenjaku joked. Sukuna laughed, but it was more ‘blood thirsty’ than humored.
“You’d be correct, I’ll tell you regardless of your desires.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Kenjaku released several curses and internally winced as they were all mown down with zero effort. Already they were attempting to back up, navigate to the exit point they’d planned in case Gojo had proved to be an actual heartless asshole who didn’t give a damn about his former friend. Still, though, Kenjaku attempted to humor the King of Curses. After all, Sukuna loved playing with his food when he was against a potentially strong technique. All so he could see the various facets of it.
“Still, it doesn’t change that you’d have far more freedom if you hadn’t made a constricting deal with my very tender hearted youngest.”
It was difficult to fight an apex predator. Geto Suguru had been strong. He’d been so strong he’d been complacent. The man had never mastered reverse curse technique or a domain. Truthfully, Kenjaku could say they sort of thought Geto Suguru was adorable in how he had gone through life content with the bottom wrung of special. He was stronger than most and would never be as strong as Gojo Satoru, so he’d contented himself with mediocrity. Truthfully, Geto Suguru would have destroyed Okkotsu Yuta if he had applied himself more and truly focused his forces. Understood his upper limits better and reached for them.
Kenjaku was old and wise enough to do just that in his stead. Yet, they knew that was still not enough to defeat Sukuna. So they played mouse, ducking and dodging through Shibuya station, sending out curses to be cubed and diced down by Sukuna’s cat-like chase. They could deploy their domain, but Sukuna would easily overwhelm them.
In the end, Sukuna grew weary of Kenjaku’s lack of ‘flair’ and while the battle was— well— it was two special grades playing god. After all, Kenjaku was not one to just lay down and die. They had lived this long for a reason, even if their goal was simply to escaped—-
Genuinely, their loss was to be expected.
A foot on their throat, cut into pieces, and at the end of their rope, no more curses to save them, Kenjaku felt disappointed in the outcome of it all. After all, Sukuna was supposed to be their agent of chaos. Mutualism had been the name of their game. The desire to reshape the world.
“You’ve really wasted yourself,” Kenjaku coughed up the blood in their lungs, “Nothing but a dog for a teenage boy.”
“Love is a very strange curse,” Sukuna said simply, as if he hadn't butchered the body he was pinning down alive. As if Kenjaku’s every attempt to heal wasn’t cut down by a thousand blades. “And I do love my brother very much.”
Sukuna’s teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Sharp as a tiger just before he ripped out his prey’s throat.
And Finally: Yuji
The night had been pretty fucked up if he was being honest. Choso had sort of just— attached himself like a barnacle after Sukuna had executed Kenjaku in style and now Yuji found himself sort of wandering towards the rest of the sorcerers, Gojo-sensei in hand and more confused about the whole thing than anything else. Mostly, among the crowd, there were lots of familiar faces but a couple were missing too. Like Nakagami-senpai and Junpei. Nanamin too, but that was probably due to his injuries and Ieiri-san being terrifying.
“Yeah, I'm pretty sure I’m in the wrong place,” Yuji nodded as the sureness of it settled. Sure Sukuna had said but that didn’t mean much.
“What are you, a lost toddler?” Sukuna teased.
“I kind of feel like one after the crazy night we just had.”
They’d killed this Yuji’s mother and two special grades. Forgive him for being a little out of it. Seriously, Sukuna was always acting like he was unphased at the end of these sorts of things, no matter how absolutely baffled he was when it was actually happening.
“Ah, Itadori-kun!” Utahime-sensei rushed forwards.
“Don’t!” Kusakabe grabbed her arm and everyone was staring at him as if he’d— well. As if he’d sprouted extra limbs. Yuji supposed that this version of him had. At this point though, Yuji was used to all the extra bits living in symbiosis with Sukuna. He was so used to it that being five fingers down felt a little lopsided in a way he’d never really experienced.
“Oh, yeah, it’s still me.” Yuji waved it off as best as he could, “Just not me you know. I’m sort of lost.”
“We should speak to that old hag Tengen.” Sukuna said.
“Yeah, that.” Yuji waved the prison realm that supposedly had Gojo-sensei in it around, “How do I get this open?”
There was a moment of quiet and then—-
“This is stupid,” Nobara stepped forward, clearly the only person who actually thought Yuji was actually Yuji. With all the authority that she had given herself, Nobara scolded him, “I buy that you’re not our Itadori-kun, but where the hell did you put him?”
“Um…” Yuji— unfortunately— had not thought of that.
“Obviuously he’s wherever we were,” Sukuna scoffed, “Now take us to the hag or I’ll start killing people until you do.”
“He’s joking,” Yuji said wryly, mentally nudging his brother he said, “Cool it with the murder talk, it’s not as funny when Gojo-sensei isn’t here.”
Which was probably only half true. People had been uncomfortable for a while about it, but once it became obvious that Sukuna wasn’t about to go on some sort of rampage without Yuji’s say so, they all relaxed. Though, Yuji had given him the green light a couple times. Usually for a good cause, but the guy needed the enrichment.
“Next question,” Maki interrupted stiffly, “Where were you and how do we know our Itadori is safe?”
“He’s totally fine we were—-” Yuji stopped for a moment as he tried to think really hard about where they had been. Waking up had been kind of weird but foggy, but now that they’d been here for a bit his mind was clearing up and—- “Oh… um.. he should be fine. We were just on a mission.”
A special grade mission but that was neither here nor there.
“Idiot, do you actually think this version of us is that capable if those two curses were still alive?”
Sukuna asked internally, because he knew how to keep a secret to keep them from being looked at suspiciously. Yuji tried not to let his smile get tighter, “Yeah… he’ll be fine… we should really get to Tengen-sama.”
There was silence, awkwardness, and so Yuji decided that they probably had to do this themselves and started sort of marching. The uproar at his ‘escape’ was ridiculously loud but it wasn’t like he could help any further…Choso, of course, was the only person to trot after him. Loyal as ever, even despite the fact they weren't proper brothers. Mismatched brothers at best.
“Hold up! Hand over Gojo Satoru!” Kusakabe demanded, clearly and obviously getting bolder because he realized Yuji had no plans to harm anyone.
“Oh, can you open this?” Yuji waved the prison realm around, “I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue how this stuff works.”
Kusakabe made an awkward face.
Nobara rushed forwards though and took Yuji’s other flank. Head held high she said, “Let’s get moving then! Time to free Gojo-sensei and all that.”
“Where’s Megumi?” Yuji looked around, his four eyes gave him nearly 360 degree vision but only nearly.
“He’s fine, just a bit banged up,” Nobara waved him off and it was her turn to lead the trot, “Now let’s go and free the blind folded idiot and get my loser back.”
“Straw Doll is pushy as ever,” Sukuna griped and Yuji chuckled as he began walking with her. Nobody really stopped them after that.
But, being honest, who could?
“I am your brother,” Choso said suddenly and Yuji smiled.
“Yeah, I know, but you’re not my brother-brother. You’re the other Yuji who actually belongs here’s brother.”
“Right…” Choso frowned a bit, as if he was conflicted but did not waver in his attachment to his place at Yuji’s side.
“Don’t worry, I have a Choso of my own,” Yuji nodded, “He and Sukuna argue all the time about who’s actually my oldest brother.”
Choso didn’t look excited about that and Nobara made a sound of revulsion.
“Don’t lie to them, I don’t argue with that idiot,” Sukuna snapped, “I simply inform him of the fact that I have been your brother for a thousand years and he barely has claim to fifteen of those years.”
“I’m a hundred and fifty,” Choso frowned, and Yuji groaned.This was honestly how it always started.
“You’re both pretty, please don’t make me turn this car around!” Yuji whined.
Nobara looked at him— them like they were crazy. It was similar to the way she always looked at them before she got used to Sukuna. When he was still the monster under the bed and not the guy who had her back as long as she had the strength to follow.
“Man, Uraume is gonna freak out when they realize we got— like— swapped,” Yuji bemoaned.
And that was probably an issue for another day. Already the fog around his memories was lifting and Yuji was beginning to realize that he’d ended up falling through a crack of some sort made by that curse they’d been fighting. Some sort of spider thing that had sent them all through a building with cracks like webs. It had likely some sort of control over space.
“Multiplanar space” Sukuna said roughly “It likely had control over space in its domain. For some reason we fell through a crack and swapped places with this version of you. It may even have just been our soul that transferred.”
“So you’re saying when we get back we should probably just pop a domain.” Yuji drawled.
Through gritted teeth Sukuna replied, “Maybe.”
“So… the thing I said we should do when we realized it was an innate domain? That’s what we should do? Not … have a little fun?” Yuji teased and Sukuna shoved him mentally so hard it made him laugh out loud.
Their companions looked at them like they were crazy, but that was normal. Yuji just kept smiling, tucked this Gojo-sensei securely in his pocket and hope the other version of him would be alright. And if he wasn’t, well…. Nakagami-senpai was with him so she’d be able to take care of him.
For now he had a Gojo-sensei to free and a Tengen to get him back home. Easy peasy. Yuji tried to ignore the feeling— probably Sukuna griping— that said this would take longer than it sounded. Whatever happened, they’d be fine! After all, they had each other and at the end of the day that’s all that really mattered to either of them.