Chapter Text
There was one wall of the Itadori home dedicated to a series of pictures, several framed, dozens more tucked away into photo albums haphazardly stored on a low bookshelf. Each of the pictures showed a rather similar event, some collection of the same gaggle of people all smiling or yelling at whichever of the group was operating the camera that time, and showing off whatever fancy meal or certifiable biohazard they’d created off some barely legible recipe book from 200 years ago.
Yuji Itadori could never pass that wall without beaming at the memories the pictures blossomed within his mind of whatever stupid shenanigans the group had gotten into before the picture was taken. Yuji loved every one of those pictures, but even more than the pictures, Yuji loved the people in them, each and every one of them, and he loved the life he got to spend with them.
Even if nobody else really understood why.
“KILL IT!” Sukuna shouted from Yuji’s cheek as the boy shrieked, jumping up and down on the couch as Nobara ran through the room, swinging her hammer wildly at the mutated rat curse that had snuck into their house. “CRUSH IT! SPILL ITS GUTS!”
“Shut up Sukuna!” Nobara shouted, slamming her hammer down and missing by several feet. Yuji’s grandfather ran in with a net.
“Don’t ruin the floor!” he scolded, shoving his glasses up his nose as he swung wildly and missed. “Are you gonna help, Yuji?!”
“I don’t like rats!” Yuji shouted from his perch on the couch as Nobara made a much closer wild swing with her hammer.
“You better start soon, kid, ‘cause it’s headed our way!” Sukuna laughed as the cursed rat skittered across the floor towards him.
“NOBARA STOP MISSING!” Yuji squawked, leaping off the couch and sprinting behind Grandpa as Sukuna just cackled.
“You- have fought- a GIGANTIC BEAR!” Nobara wheezed, chasing the rat in circles around Grandpa as it chased Yuji, trying desperately to reach its real goal: Sukuna. “And you were less scared- than this TINY RAT!”
“I don’t like rats!” Yuji turned around and shouted, realizing too late that while he might have stopped running, the rat did not.
It leapt into the air, squealing madly, its dozen of mutated eyes rolling as it reached out for Yuji’s face-
Sukuna moved Yuji’s hand and grabbed the rat out of the air, squeezing hard with one hand. The curse disappeared with a burst of curse-y goop that splattered onto Yuji’s face.
His thoughts stuttered to a standstill for a split second as Grandpa and Nobara gaped at him until he registered what happened and started screaming, jumping up and down in place.
“That’s so gross! Yuck, yuck, yuck!!” Yuji shouted, waving his arms at his sides as Nobara sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes and glancing at Grandpa.
“You brought a net?” she asked, unimpressed, and he scowled.
“It’s Mai&Maki brand,” he hmphed, taking off the similarly branded glasses that allowed him to see the rat at all.
“Yeah, but it’s still a net though.”
“Yes, but me and my net don’t have to fix the floorboards that just got destroyed,” he said, pointing to the spots on the floor that Nobara had just bashed in.
She gasped indignantly. “What?! No way! We can just call Junpei to help with that.”
“He’s not our janitor!” Yuji scolded, scrubbing his sleeve over his face. Nobara rounded on him, hands on her hips.
“He helped clean up the previously mentioned bear curse!” she retorted, and Yuji matched her pose.
“Yeah, and his mom threw up from the smell before even putting on her glasses!”
“But Junpei and his jellyfish didn’t!”
“Shikigami can’t throw up!”
“How do you know that?!”
“Can you two pipe down!” Grandpa shouted, waving his arms as Sukuna continued to cackle with laughter. “I think we can handle one tiny rat ourselves!”
“I think you all just proved that you can’t,” Sukuna snickered, and Yuji pouted.
Admittedly, he would like an excuse to see Junpei, and even his mom and shikigami, but he didn’t want them to only hang out when they were cleaning up curse guts. They could visit him afterwards. Junpei’d probably appreciate it; Yuji was pretty sure the only place more avoided than Junpei’s house was the Itadoris’.
Sometimes Yuji felt a bit guilty about how isolated Junpei’s family had made themselves; it was more than likely a direct result of Yuji’s actions, just like Grandpa and Nobara.
When Yuji was a young and rather stupid child (not that he wasn’t still rather stupid, but he was less young!), he’d often wander through the woods with Junpei, looking for curses. Junpei did it to help his mom, whose job was researching curses and their histories, and Junpei’d gathered such an extensive collection of stories from the age of jujutsu sorcerers two centuries prior that Yuji couldn’t help but trail after him, drinking up the information. Junpei’s favorite story was always the legend of the wishing box, an apparently epic tale of brotherly betrayal among incredibly strong sorcerers. Yuji’s favorite was a blood manipulator who compulsively adopted siblings and preserved their crayon drawings as art pieces.
One day, when wandering in the woods, they’d found an object Junpei had never heard of before, which was extremely unusual. Yuji, for some reason he still couldn’t fully understand, had asked Junpei if the boy dared him to eat it. Junpei had said no. Yuji had eaten it anyway.
In his defense, he didn’t know at the time that it was a remnant of one of the most powerful curse users of all time, whose strength was rivaled only by a few centuries-old special grade disaster curses or the wishing box legend himself.
In his lack of defense, he probably shouldn’t have been eating mysterious objects in the woods.
Well, it had happened regardless, and he’d quickly learned that he not only had a new best friend (this title was declared by Yuji) named Sukuna living in an innate domain inside his chest cavity, but also that lots of other curses wanted Yuji’s new best friend‘s power for themselves and were willing to destroy Yuji’s entire hometown to get to him.
The others in Yuji’s hometown quickly turned on the boy as a result of this, even going so far as to threaten his life, which was where Nobara stepped in. She had been a classmate of Yuji’s pretty much every year the pair had been in school but that he never really learned the name of, and yet she had marched up to some older kid who’d had the look in his eyes that usually made Junpei freeze up, and she’d practically curb stomped him shouting at him to leave Yuji alone until a teacher had to come over and wrestle her away. She’d been marked as a fellow accomplice of Sukuna then, and life only got worse for the pair of them until Yuji’s grandpa finally conceded defeat and withdrew to a lonely cottage by the woods far away from town, hoping it would make the townspeople finally leave his grandson alone.
Nobara had come with them, declaring how it was just because she’d always hated the narrow-mindedness of small towns and wanted to instead live her dreams of being a forest princess, but Yuji couldn’t help noticing how she’d styled her hair to hide some discoloration on her cheek and how she favored one side over the other when she walked.
But she’d refused to admit to any reason other than her dream of being a fairy princess who slams a hammer into curses, and the group had stayed a unit pretty much ever since.
Sukuna, despite the fearful stories Junpei had warned about after he researched, seemed uninterested in terrorizing the average person or curse, instead apparently content to lie in wait until the next age of jujutsu sorcerers to get a genuine challenge of his skills, and he now appeared to find nothing more amusing than watching the Itadoris and Nobara flail about fighting the curses that came to take Sukuna for themselves. None of the curses were ever a match for Sukuna, but he still refused to help until a curse proved multiple times to be too difficult for the other three to take care of, in which case he’d immediately and easily destroy the curse and usually end up spraying Yuji with magic curse goo.
“How about we just visit Junpei for dinner tonight or something?” Yuji asked, running the sink to start scrubbing curse guts off his face. “We can try a new recipe, and I wanna ask how his work on cursed energy refinement is going.”
“Dude, you don’t need cursed energy refinement. You have Sukuna,” Nobara said, and Yuji pouted over his shoulder.
“He’s not my janitor either!”
“That metaphor doesn’t work as well here,” Grandpa said, hauling a mop over to the splatters of curse goo still on the floor and snapping, “I got it!” at Nobara when she tried to help.
Nobara stomped and huffed, “you want me to redo your floorboards but won’t let me carry a mop?”
“You have an entire array of carpentry tools for fun, Nobara,” Yuji called over his shoulder.
“Yeah, and you have two whole braincells, but I don’t see you using them all the time!” she snipped back, and Yuji gasped aloud, grabbing at his chest as Sukuna spluttered with laughter.
Twenty minutes later, though, Yuji and Nobara were hammering in the same type of makeshift floor patch they’d put on the dozens of other places she’d made a hole as Grandpa pulled Yuji’s jacket out of the sink where he’d been trying to scrub it clean.
“It’s only a bit stained,” he said with a light cough, shaking it out and examining it. “We can toss it in the washer and hope for the best.”
Yuji pouted. “Sukuna, can’t you use distance attacks to destroy these curses?”
“Yeah, if your brain could handle them,” Sukuna replied. Yuji sighed and stood, walking to Grandpa, who handed over the jacket with another cough.
“You okay, Grandpa?” Yuji asked, and Grandpa waved him off.
“Can’t even clear my throat around you, kid,” he said grumpily, turning to walk to Nobara. Yuji lifted up his jacket to better examine if he was willing to keep wearing it or if the stain would remind him of rats too frequently when something from outside his window caught his eye.
The sun was starting to set, earlier now since it was autumn, and the glow cast odd shadows in the trees outside. Yuji squinted. It looked almost like the trees were moving…
There was a loud crash and a scream from Nobara that made Yuji jump and spin around, but before danger alarms could ring in his mind, he heard a familiar voice that calmed him immediately.
“Moondregs, don’t break windows!” Junpei shouted from outside, and Yuji beamed as the familiar shape of Junpei’s little shikigami jellyfish barreled into their living room, twirling through the air.
“Junpei, hey!” Yuji called, brushing Moondregs aside to run to the door as Nobara snapped at the jellyfish, “you know I’m gonna be forced to fix that window!”
Moondregs simply gave a trilling sound that could have been a laugh, and Grandpa coughed again, which Yuji noted before pulling his front door open. “Junpei, what- uh, what are you two doing?”
Junpei and his mom were both outside, each brandishing Mai&Maki branded baseball bats.
“Looks like you’re not being attacked!” Junpei’s mom said cheerfully, dropping the bat against her shoulder and brightening up, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “That’s nice!”
“Yeah, we heard somebody was gonna send a bad curse after you guys,” Junpei said, still warily darting his eyes around.
“Oh, you mean the rat? We took care of that,” Yuji said brightly, gesturing behind him. He turned and shouted into his house, “Junpei and Mrs. Yoshino are here!”
“We know!” Grandpa shouted back grumpily as Nobara bounced to the front door, beaming.
“We were just gonna go visit you guys,” she said. “Yuji said not to ask you to clean up rat guts.”
“Aw, how sweet,” Mrs. Yoshino said, dropping a hand on Yuji’s head as Junpei said, “oh, but we could’ve helped with that.”
Moondregs floated back into the room and landed upside down on Junpei’s head, its tiny tentacles swirling in the air. Yuji brightened up. “Hey, I was thinking we should all have dinner together tonight! And since you’re already here and all, it’d be perfect!”
“Oh, how fun!” Mrs. Yoshino said with a clap of her hands around the bat. “We can cook something new! Do you guys still have the recipe book we used last time?”
“Yeah, we chucked it somewhere,” Nobara said. “Can we try those brownie cookie things? Hey, Mr. Itadori!! Do we still have any chocolate?!”
“I’ll help him look,” Mrs. Yoshino said cheerfully as she propped the bat against the entry wall.
“We don’t need help! Start with the pantry!” Grandpa yelled from the other room.
“So, Junpei, how’s research going?” Yuji asked as Mrs. Yoshino went to help Grandpa, and the boy’s face lit up.
“Pretty well, I think!” he said. “You’ll be happy to hear that the art exhibit you love is touring again, and it might get close to us this time!”
“Hey, crayon drawings!” Nobara cheered, smacking Yuji on the back and sending him nearly falling onto the floor. “What about my favorites? Any updates for me?”
“Um, I haven’t learned much new about Mai and Maki Zenin lately,” Junpei said, eyes on Moondregs, who was back to twirling through the air. “I mean, they’re pretty well biographied by now, so I’m not sure what else historians are going to find out about them.”
“And what about the wishing box?” Yuji asked, straightening up and elbowing Nobara to get back at her for shoving him. “Anybody else go after it?”
“None recently,” Junpei said. “At least none that we’ve heard of.”
“I don’t get why you guys love the wishing box so much,” Nobara said, shoving Yuji again. “Who cares about some stupid evil prisoner when you could care about the coolest girlbosses in history?”
“We care about Mai and Maki too!” Yuji argued, debating if it was worth continuing their shoving match. He decided against it. “They’re ‘important to the survival of humanity’ and all that, sure, but how can they compare to delusional crayon drawing guy?”
Junpei stifled a laugh as Nobara rolled her eyes with a scoff, and Yuji grinned.
“Kids who live with me!” Grandpa shouted from the kitchen. “Come get the recipe book out!”
“Oh, I can help too,” Junpei said, and the three went in together.
The group ended up making some chicken kebab recipe that Junpei appeared interested in along with the brownie cookies Nobara was demanding, and somehow, both dishes ended up looking largely edible, a fact Yuji was quite pleased about.
“And a fact we must celebrate!” Nobara claimed when Yuji voiced this excitement, and she shoved the cookie sheet into Yuji’s arm before running to fish their old disposable camera out of a drawer.
“Everybody else take a kebab stick!” Mrs. Yoshino said cheerfully, handing out a stick apiece to the others. “Kugisaki, you want one?”
“To eat? Sure!” Nobara ran to grab one before jogging back to her spot, pivoting in place to face them again. She tugged a piece of chicken off the skewer with her teeth and held up the camera with one hand, lifting the stick and waving it with her other. She sent a bright smile. “Okay, everybody say, ‘rat guts’!”
“What?” Junpei squeaked with wide eyes as Grandpa snapped, “that’s disgusting!”
“Don’t remind me of that in these happy times!” Yuji shouted with a dramatic clench of his fist as his other hand precariously balanced the cookie sheet, and he heard Sukuna snicker and Moondregs trill another laugh as Mrs. Yoshino squeezed Junpei in a hug and cheerfully said, “rat guts!” as the camera flashed.
“Thank you one of you,” Nobara said dramatically, putting the kebab stick in her mouth to catch the picture the camera spit out, and her next words were slightly muffled. “Don’t you all know that I hold the authority when I’m the camerawoman and therefore you have to do exactly as I say?”
“What a nightmare that would be,” Yuji said with a dramatic exhale, earning himself a shove from Nobara that nearly toppled the cookie sheet, and Sukuna gave another snort of laughter as Yuji insisted, “don’t knock the cookies over! You’re the one who wanted them!”
“Yeah, and you better not drop them,” she teased, sticking out her hand. “Picture!”
Yuji looked down to see the newly developed photo she was holding, and he took it with a beam, taking in everyone’s faces.
“C’mon,” Nobara said, grabbing him by the sleeve and dragging him towards the kitchen table as he tucked the picture into his sweatpant pocket. “Let’s eat!”
~~~
Dinner with guests was always enjoyable for Yuji, even if Sukuna usually spoke less around company. Yuji got the feeling he didn’t like the Yoshinos very much, but he never said so, so Yuji opted not to start trouble where there was none by asking.
Grandpa kept clearing his throat too, but Yuji didn’t bring that up either. His own throat felt a bit itchy, and Nobara sneezed at least twice- it was most likely fall allergies hitting them hard from their proximity to the forest.
As the meal wound down, Mrs. Yoshino, a bit tipsy from dinner, practically bullied Grandpa into letting her help clean up, though both adults insisted none of the kids help, so the trio plopped themselves on the ground around the coffee table in the family room -a name Yuji always appreciated- and quickly dissolved into a very stupid argument.
“Because worms can’t love each other!” Nobara argued, crossing her arms with a huff.
“Human Earthworm 4 proves that they can!” Yuji argued hotly back. “Just because you’re uncultured and refuse to watch it-!”
“I’m more cultured because I haven’t watched it,” she interrupted, rounding on Junpei, who looked up from Moondregs bouncing in his cupped hands. “Junpei, you’re the culture expert- is Human Earthworm 4 culture?”
“Well, technically I think all movies are culture, but I’m more a historian anyway,” Junpei said sheepishly.
“Boo, don’t take a cheap exit, tell us what you think! You’ve gotta be the tiebreaker vote because none of us have other friends,” Nobara said, and Yuji gasped indignantly.
“Junpei has another friend!” he insisted with a point to the boy. “His mom!”
“And what does your mom have to say about Human Earthworm 4?” Nobara asked, crossing her arms, and Junpei gave a sheepish laugh.
“I’m not sure she’s made it through a single Human Earthworm movie without falling asleep,” he said with a slight smile, and Nobara gave a triumphant point.
“That means it’s not culture!” she said, but Yuji shook his head.
“No way, it just means she’s always working really hard!” Yuji said, turning his attention back to Junpei, who smiled brighter. “What are you guys researching now?”
“We’re in the middle of a big investigation about how those past sorcerers could utilize domain expansions!” Junpei replied, excitement evident in his tone at the shift back to his favorite topic of conversation.
“Sorcerers? I thought only curses could do a domain expansion,” Yuji said, and Junpei looked delighted that he was paying attention to what he was saying.
“That’s what we thought too, but we’re finding evidence that both sides used them in the War To End All Sorcerers!” he explained. “Which, if true, totally blows open the door for studying those past jujutsu sorcerers! Like, was that part of the criteria for a certain grade, or could sorcerers only do domain expansions if they teamed up and combined their cursed energy for it?”
“Combined?” Nobara asked. “Can people combine their cursed energy for an attack?”
“It’s possible,” Junpei said as Moondregs twirled to float by his shoulder. “It’s part of the wishing box legend, at least, and I’ve heard rumors of instances where physical proximity to a special grade curse let someone bend a sealing curse on a weapon, but none of that’s verified. Oh, and we also found some evidence about how domains themselves appear; since they’re basically just a person’s mindscape moved into the physical world, we’ve heard that maybe anyone caught in a domain appears inside the way the caster remembers them. So, like, say Nobara went on a trip and dyed her hair pink to match yours-”
“It would look super cute on me, undoubtedly,” Nobara said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and Yuji grinned.
Junpei blinked at her before continuing, “er, right- well, if she came back and walked into your domain before you saw her, Yuji, she’d be back to having brown hair while inside.”
“Interesting,” Yuji said, tapping at his chin. “But at the same time…what does that tell us about anything that we’d be seeing in our lives?”
“Honestly,” Junpei said, rocking back and forth slightly, “I’ve been kind of wondering what would happen with Sukuna if you walked into a domain expansion, Yuji.”
“Oh, I get it!” Yuji said, sitting upright, and Nobara leaned back, kicking her foot in Yuji’s direction.
“Well? What’d happen, Sukuna?” she asked, dropping her head to the side. “You would’ve been around when sorcerers were using domains-“
“Allegedly,” Junpei corrected.
“Allegedly, whatever- so would you look like yourself or like Yuji?”
Sukuna didn’t seem terribly pleased to be involved when he answered, “it seems you’re already quite aware of what would happen. It all depends on the user who draws the domain.”
Yuji gave a dramatic sigh. “Can’t you be a little helpful with research sometimes, Sukuna?”
“Can’t you be a little helpful fighting curses?” Sukuna replied snidely, and Yuji insisted, “I’m helpful when it’s not rats!” as Nobara snickered.
“Junpei!” Mrs. Yoshino trilled a bit too loudly as she entered the room from the kitchen, leaning against the wall slightly. The kids all looked over, and she beamed. “Wanna head out kiddo? Sorry, but I’ve gotta get up early tomorrow.”
“Right, ‘course,” Junpei said as the three kids stood. Junpei turned to Grandpa, who appeared from the kitchen behind Mrs. Yoshino, and the boy said, “thank you very much for having us over!”
“Any time. Now get out,” Grandpa said with a vague wave, and Junpei moved to join his mom.
“Feel free to ask for curse cleanup whenever, we don’t mind!” he said to Yuji and Nobara as the Yoshinos headed to the door. “Or, um- y’know. Anything else.”
“That’s what I said!” Nobara called with a wave as Yuji yelled, “oh, hey, we still have to finish that horror movie we started last week!”
“Oh, yeah! Maybe we can finish this weekend- oh, I forgot about your window!”
“That’s fine, I can fix it,” Nobara said. “See ya!”
Junpei gave a last wave, and then the Yoshinos were out the door. Nobara turned to Yuji with her hands on her hips and a grin.
“We’re so skilled we took out a hitman curse without even realizing it,” she said, dramatically tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Stupid rat got smoked by us.”
“Us?” Sukuna echoed smugly, and Nobara pinked.
“We wore it down for you,” she huffed before marching into the kitchen.
“Was that rat actually dangerous?” Yuji asked when she left. “The Yoshinos actually seemed pretty worried when they first showed up.”
“No. It was pretty weak,” Sukuna said in a bored voice. “But it made a decent show with you three tripping over yourselves to try and destroy it.”
“I don’t like rats!” Yuji insisted with a pout. “Anyway, you’d keep us safe if it was a bad curse, right?”
“Sure. I’d lose my favorite source of comedy if you keel over somewhere.”
“And also because we’re best friends!” Yuji said brightly. Sukuna said nothing.
The evening was spent taping a tarp over the window Moondregs smashed in Junpei’s hurry to make sure they were safe, and then watching a cheesy movie in a pile on the couch. Their house didn’t get any sort of cable service, but they did get power, and the plethora of old movies Junpei perpetually sent their way was more than enough to entertain them. Yuji sat in the middle like always, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by people he loved. It felt very warm and safe, even if Grandpa kept coughing throughout it.
Yuji waited until Nobara had begun her nighttime routine in the bathroom before going to him about it.
“Grandpa?” he asked, poking his head into the man’s room, and he groaned, looking over.
“Old people cough, Yuji,” he said with annoyance, and Yuji blinked.
“How’d you know that’s what I was gonna talk about?”
“Because you’re not subtle. You looked over at me every time I did it during the movie.”
Yuji gave a sheepish grin. “I just want to check in. Are you going to be okay sleeping alone? I could bring my pillow in-“
“Sleep in your own bed,” Grandpa tsked, waving him off. “It’s all this pollen scratching up my throat, you know.”
“I can bring you tea, then!” Yuji said brightly, but Grandpa shook his head, crawling into bed.
“You want me up peeing all night? Go to bed.”
“How about in the morning then?”
“Do whatever you want to do. I don’t care.” Grandpa turned and clicked off the light, dropping the room into darkness.
“Morning tea it is! Goodnight, Grandpa! Love you!”
“Love you too, kid.”
Yuji smiled at Grandpa’s quiet admission as he closed the door and turned, walking back to his own room. Nobara exited the bathroom as he approached it, yawning and stretching.
“He alright?” she asked, and Yuji nodded.
“He says it’s allergies.”
“Hm, so I’m hearing time to fistfight ragweed.”
Yuji laughed. “I’m not sure we could win that fight.”
Nobara turned and jabbed him in the chest with a confident, “we’d win!”
“We can learn the special curse technique ‘weeding’,” Yuji said as they reached their neighboring bedrooms, and Nobara grinned.
“Yeah, Sukuna, what curse could teach us the technique for curb stomping allergies?”
“Hanami, probably,” Sukuna replied. “Please go ask Hanami how to fistfight a weed.”
“Added to the to-do list. We’ll ask Junpei who that is tomorrow,” Yuji said. “Oh, did he say he was leaving the house early for something?”
“Just his mom, I think,” Nobara said. “Though he might be going out too for field research.”
“We’ll have to swing by early enough to see what he knows about plant fighting just in case.”
“Can’t you just call him?” Nobara asked, scrunching her nose.
“No, the phone towers are still down from a few weeks ago,” Yuji said with a shrug. “Besides, I dropped my phone in the creek the other day, remember?”
“Right!” Nobara’s eyes widened as she remembered. “Hey, we still haven’t fixed my phone from when the screen cracked ages ago! Why’d you have to go and drop yours?”
“Because he’s a clown,” Sukuna supplied, and Yuji pouted.
“I saw a pretty fish!” he insisted. “What does it matter, anyway? Even if somebody comes out here to fix the towers, a curse is just gonna destroy them all again in like a day at most. We haven’t had reception for more than a week at a time in years.”
“Fair enough,” Nobara said with a sigh, turning to her bedroom. “Well, night loser. Don’t wet the bed.”
“Can you stop saying that like I’ve done it before?” Yuji complained as she laughed and closed her door behind her. He sighed and walked to his own room before stretching and bouncing in place a few times.
“Hey Sukuna,” he said after a moment, bouncing now over to his drawers to fish out pajamas. “Would we be able to combine our cursed energy to fight off curses like Junpei was talking about?”
“Your brain couldn’t handle my curse technique at the moment,” Sukuna replied, and Yuji’s jaw dropped.
“What? My stupidity hinders again,” he sighed dramatically, clenching his fist, and Sukuna scoffed.
“It’s not a matter of intelligence,” he said, and Yuji blinked.
“Then I’ve got a shot someday!” he said brightly, pumping his fist in the air with a big smile as he heard Sukuna give an exasperated groan at his cheeriness.
Yuji clambered into bed without even changing clothes, bouncing a few times on his sick-of-bouncing mattress, still grinning giddily at the action. He clicked off his light and pulled his sheets over his shoulder, sighing contently. It could be fun to go fight weeds with Nobara tomorrow.
Sometimes Yuji really understood Sukuna’s craving for entertainment. Their life could be pretty boring sometimes.
Hm, that seemed mean. He was fine with their life here- though maybe that was because he was the reason they were out here alone. He frowned.
But they weren’t alone. They had each other, and the Yoshinos nearby; what else could Yuji want beyond that?
It didn’t stop the nagging at the back of his mind, but he opted to ignore it for now in favor of sleeping. Fistfighting ragweed and making tea would be more than enough accomplishments for one day anyway, so he could put off this thought for later.
And with that he happily turned off his brain to hopefully have a mindless sleep.