[ he can't help but to feel a bit sick to his stomach. if only the other sorcerers and cursed spirits heard this girl describe ryomen sukuna as harmless— they wouldn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for the girl. itadori chose the latter, followed by a heavy weight of guilt that prompted him to avoid meeting her eyes, instead shifting his gaze lower. the warmth of his cheeks is more of discomfort than anything else now. ]
Are you friends with him or something?
[ if they were having this conversation back home, itadori would've handled it differently. he'd be more assertive, warn her not to approach that curse again and never look back. however, in a world where they're technically 'dead'— hell itself, did they have anything to fear here? is sukuna an actual hazard when his threats held no meaning? when killing someone had no intimidation behind it? perhaps in a fucked-up manner they are keeping each other company, with no animosity or poor intent, and sukuna might have no interest in abusing her. it still didn't feel right— especially when this girl is so, so kind.
as promised, itadori didn't flinch throughout the whole experience; putting his trust in the other. once freed, he flexed his fingers, using his other hand to wipe the blood off. ah, it's gone. fully healed. like nothing has happened.
he looks up to her again, lips curling into a small smile. ]
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Are you friends with him or something?
[ if they were having this conversation back home, itadori would've handled it differently. he'd be more assertive, warn her not to approach that curse again and never look back. however, in a world where they're technically 'dead'— hell itself, did they have anything to fear here? is sukuna an actual hazard when his threats held no meaning? when killing someone had no intimidation behind it? perhaps in a fucked-up manner they are keeping each other company, with no animosity or poor intent, and sukuna might have no interest in abusing her. it still didn't feel right— especially when this girl is so, so kind.
as promised, itadori didn't flinch throughout the whole experience; putting his trust in the other. once freed, he flexed his fingers, using his other hand to wipe the blood off. ah, it's gone. fully healed. like nothing has happened.
he looks up to her again, lips curling into a small smile. ]
... Thank you. I owe you one.