The moment that the door closed behind the man, Ichigo slumped against the wood a little bit. Unable to bother trying to ignore the pounding in her skull any longer. God, meeting new people was so damned stressful on her that it wasn't even funny anymore. Especially when she was trying- very hard, thank you very much- to be as normal and ordinary as humanly possible.

So of course it would make sense that Yuji would have to get himself entangled with some weird people while she was gone, doing stuff. And they would also absolutely have to be part of some bizarre secret society of 'sorcerers' too.

Wonderful. She thought grimly. Here I am hiding the fact that I possess nearly phenomenal-cosmic-god-like power and my kid is being drafted by a bunch of whack jobs and used as a monster container. Why does that sound so familiar to me?

And why, oh why did all of the weird shit always happen to her? What vengeful monster deity had she offended in a past life to deserve this fucking mess?

Hadn't she done her job as a Soul Reaper- with minimum whining? And hadn't she done her part to stop each of the lunatics who had tried to destroy the world, Soul Society, Hueco Mundo repeatedly? Hadn't she fought in multiple wars, stopped uprisings, assassinations, devious plots, and returned victorious each time?

Was it really too much to ask to be allowed to live as she chose from now on?

Did the universe really have to hate her so much?

Dammit she didn't want any part of this shit! She didn't want Yuji to be any part of it either! Especially since she knew that being a monster container for these people wasn't going to end well for him.

She may not have understood everything that was going on, or even some of the stuff that had been explained to her- but she knew that whatever Yuji was being used to contain; would inevitably get him killed. Mostly at the hands of his new friends.

Lifting a hand to run through her hair, her fingers got caught on a tangle and when she tried to remove her hand she would up tearing a small handful of her hair out.

Scowling at the small wad, she peeled her lips back from her teeth in a silent snarl and decided on an immediate course of action.

First thing was first, Yuji's situation- while barely tolerable to her at the moment- would keep for the time being. She wasn't entirely sure what would happen if she took him and ran right this second. But she was betting that whatever did happen would be nothing good. And so for the moment, she was stuck.

She hated it. But she needed to know more about his situation before she could plan anything definite. Extraction wise, at least.

So that left her with several other ideas that needed careful execution.

Starting with a bath, washing her clothing, eating something, and grabbing what rest she could. Especially since she had a feeling that her morning of being introduced to the 'principal' of this damned place was going to suck beyond words.

"Did she complain about her accommodations?" Gojo asked curiously as Kento finally finished putting his things away and seated himself across from him.

"Hardly," The blond said wryly as he took a moment to loosen his tie. "She actually wanted me to stay and-" Gojo cut him off before he could say anything else with a gritted out.

"Stay away from my future wife."

Which made Kento snort out a laugh because the woman was right.

Gojo was going to die of blunt force trauma in the near future. That 'wife' nonsense wasn't going to go over well with the woman for very long before she decided to shed blood in a murderous rage.

"I'm going to have to take Yuji out of town for a little while." Kento mused to himself while Gojo glared at him, obviously wondering why his future 'wife' had liked him enough to ask him to stay with her.

Gojo's mind was in the gutter.

And that didn't sit well with him. So much so that he found himself snapping at the white haired man, "Don't be such an asshole to her and maybe she'll ask you to cuddle with her too. Idiot."

Slipping his tie off, he tossed it at Gojo and smirked when the man got smacked in the face with it before asking his friend cautiously, "Do you really think that she's a god?"

Gojo didn't bother to explain the thoughts around his assumption. Not really. All he did was point out that she did what none of them had been able to do for thousands of years. What they- as Jujutsu sorcerer's- had long believe to be completely impossible.

And she had done it effortlessly.

So it wasn't an entirely radical leap in logic that she was in fact a god. Or at the very least something very, very close to it. Like maybe a celestial maiden or something.

Which was too crazy to actually believe. But without evidence to the contrary then they at least needed to be very careful and proceed with caution.

Especially since Yuji was involved.

Sukuna was beyond annoyed at the moment.

He wasn't exactly sure what the hell was going on. But he was fairly certain that he'd felt an immense surge of power a short time ago before realizing that one of his fingers had been destroyed.

Which was incredible, to say the least. Especially given the fact that no Jujutsu sorcerer had ever managed such a feat in all the time that had passed since his mortal death. They simply weren't strong enough to manage anything like what he'd felt before, as far as he could tell.

Which was just another reason why he was upset at the moment.

Couple those facts with the added fact that his vessel, Yuji, was lying at the foot of his bone throne snoring and his annoyance quadrupled by leaps and bounds.

He'd been trying to wake the boy up for information on what the hell was going on, but the damned brat was bespelled! And wouldn't wake the fuck up.

He couldn't even trade places with the brat without falling under the same spell!

Needless to say that without information and an outlet he took his sweet time slapping the boy around a bit. After all, he might not be able to physically harm him. But he could at least smack him around a little bit more and vent his frustration for the time being.

Once the boy was fully awake again, he'd torture the information he wanted out of him.