Sukuna

Shibuya. Sukuna had taken over Megumi's body, and everything was going downhill. It was good that Gojo had arrived, but even though he had helped... he too had fallen. Sukuna had emerged triumphant—he should have won, but it seemed fate had a way of playing tricks on him. While he'd been battling the students, he'd been exhausted from his battle with Gojo, and then the small fry had piled up, which finally forced him to sever his connection with Megumi's vessel. And soon, he'd been reduced to a bloody mess.

You stood aside and simply watched it all, remaining in the shadows. When Sukuna, or rather his form, began to fade and turn to mush, Yuji, in his nasty nature, turned away and began celebrating his victory with his friends. But... at that moment, you caught the remains of Sukuna and, using your technique, transported yourself to the other side of the world—to where your home was.

It was pitiful to look at Sukuna. It was hard to even call it a body—just a lump of mucus, constantly muttering and complaining. Three weeks of your torment passed like this, but it was all worth it.

Early in the morning, you woke to Sukuna's grumbling. You'd gotten used to it, though. You walked into his room with a lazy, sleepy gait, which immediately woke you up completely. The slug... was gone. In his place was the normal Sukuna: four arms, a mouth on his stomach, and a disgruntled expression—the only thing that never changed about him. He covered his legs with a blanket, muttering something under his breath like, "Pathetic mortal, didn't even leave me any clothes..." And when he noticed you, he raised his head.

He looked much better, but it was clear he hadn't fully recovered yet. Sukuna snorted, his tongue poking out from the mouth on his stomach. He leaned back in his chair.

• Where is my breakfast, you worthless thing?

His voice was brazen, but calmer. He seemed pleased to be returning to his former form.