[ it's subtle, but yuuji's shoulders visibly tensed when the other closed in the gap between them, but it didn't reflect in his features. what he assumed was a brief moment of megumi sneaking a closer look— turned out to linger into their conversation, in which yuuji kept his tone lower than normal. after all, there is no reason to raise his voice when they are sharing this close space. ]

Uhhh ...

[ he, slowly, shifts his gaze to the side— not in an act of timidity, but in serious reflection. how can he explain what he's going through in a coherent sentence? and without triggering unnecessary panic? ]

So, during my walk here? The scenery around me tends to change into something ... familiar? It's on and off. It's like ... I'm in the city in one second, and then I'm in Sukuna's domain in another.

[ the only reason he didn't feel the need to bring it up earlier is that yuuji is still lucid and aware it's nothing more than mind-tricks; their department was very careful in issuing the warnings, acknowledging their staff might experience terrifying illusions and encouraged them to work in pairs. guess yuuji thought he can handle it himself.

he then shrugged his shoulders, catching megumi's eyes again. ] I know it's those things messing with me. It will stop once we get rid of them, right?