"Gojo," Utahime started. They were located at the back of the theatre where their students couldn't hear them. "Despite the fact that I hate you, I've trusted you for a very long time. However, this is making me wonder if I should anymore. It's unfortunate that Itadori-kun is in this situation, but I cannot allow him to just roam around. We don't know when he'll lose control of Sukuna and put everyone in danger!"

Gojo understood that she meant well. He truly did. If he were just finding out about a Sukuna vessel after being out of the loop he'd doubt the person too. But he knew Itadori was strong enough to suppress the curse, having witness it himself. Plus, he'd taken a liking to the boy.

"I know. But if it comes to that, I'll kill him." He said serious. "It's also like Megumi said. The higher ups already approved."

"I have no question that you're strong enough to be able to kill him," Nanami says, pushing up his glasses. "But are you willing to kill him that is. I've already noticed you're fond of Itadori-kun. When that time comes, will you have the strength to tear out his heart?"

"And if you can't, we'll have to take over, and nothing will be left of us." Ieiri added. "Sukuna isn't the King of Curses for nothing. Take your emotions out of this. It's Itadori or the rest of Japan. You cannot just bet on a kid who knows barely anything about jujutsu."

"My feelings have nothing to do with this." Gojo's voice turned cold, and slightly protective. "He already has an execution date, so it's not like it's going to matter if he dies later."

"It's not about his execution!" Utahime hissed. "It's about putting the safety of everyone in Japan at risk!"

"The higher ups put you in control," Yaga commented. He was neutral in the situation, but remembering Itadori's resolve had him slightly on Gojo's side. That didn't mean he wasn't cautious though. "If Sukuna gains control then you're taking the blame for it."

"I know. I'm willing to take all the consequences if he does."

"I don't understand why you're like this for a boy you've only met four days ago." Ieiri said, suddenly wishing for a smoke.

"You don't have to understand."

Nanami observed him, before letting out a huff. "It's because of Geto right?"

Everyone stiffened at the name.

"..."

"I knew it." Nanami took off his glasses and wiped them with a hanker-chief. "You want to save Itadori, right? Because you think if you can save him then it means Geto was a lost cause and you didn't fail. That there was nothing you could do."

"Shut up." Gojo snarled. He didn't know why he was so emotional. He hadn't been since he found Geto's dead body in a random alley. "This has nothing to do with him! Just accept that Itadori is Sukuna's vessel! I have said this over and over again. I will take responsibility."

Utahime let out a reluctant sigh. She knew they were getting nowhere with Gojo. When he put his mind to something, he'd do it till he got it done. "Fine. I'm putting my life in your hands. Fuck it up and I'm never trusting nor contacting you again. Forget being the strongest, because if you try to protect him when that time comes, nothing will stop the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers from going after him."

"I know."

They walked back to the rest of the group, as Ieiri whispered to Nanami. "That was a low blow. You know how he feels about Geto."

"Maybe, but he needs to face the truth. I'm not letting a comrade wallow himself in self pity."

With that, everyone settled down. The air wasn't as tense as before, the students lighting up the adult's moods.

"Yay! You're back!" Nobara cheered. "These dumbasses were so annoying."

"Awww," Gojo cooed, acting like his feelings weren't thrown out into the open by someone other than himself. "You missed sensei?"

The girl snorted. "Not you. I was talking about the others."

"That's so mean!"

"Can you both shut up so we can start the episode?" Kamo glared.

"Sheesh."

Inumaki picked up the remote that was lying on the table. He pressed play, and the video rolled.

Fushiguro clasped his hand together as his shadows swirled around him. "Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!"

Itadori stared and raised his hands in alarm. "Wait, really, I'm just fine! More importantly, you and I are both pretty beat up." The black lines on Itadori disappeared. "Let's go to the hospital."

"You're really kind," Miwa said.

"Thank you!" Itadori smiled.

"A little to much." Megumi muttered.

Megumi grit his teeth. I can't tell if the one speaking right now is Itadori or the cursed object...Damn it! What should I do?

"What's the situation?" A voice popped up.

Megumi turned around in shock. Behind him was Gojo acting like he'd been there the whole time.

"Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?"

"Hey." He waved. "I wasn't planning on coming, but man, you're roughed up. I should show the second years." Gojo pulled out a phone before snapping pictures of Megumi's state obnoxiously.

"..."

"Did he really send them?" Todo asked.

"Haha!" Maki laughed. "So those pictures were from that time?"

"I guess he did."

Inumaki giggled, showing Megumi one of them. He was battered and bruised, scowling, trying to look away from the camera, but couldn't because twisting his back hurt.

"You look like a kicked puppy." Mai chortled. "Send it to me."

Megumi lifted an arm to hide from view as Gojo laughed childly. "Face this way."

"The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object going missing. So I stopped by while doing some sightseeing. So, did you find it?"

Megumi leaned forward, as Itadori slowly held up a hand.

"Um...Sorry, I ate it." Itadori said.

"So gross." Panda shuddered. He questioned Itadori's sanity. Who would really be willing to eat a finger? Especially one that's been around for thousands of years, and probably rotting?

There was a moment of silence as Gojo processed his words. "For real?"

"For real." The boys replied in unison.

Gojo hummed, waling over to Itadori to inspect him. He laughed, amused, getting extremely close to the other's face. "Damn, it really did combine with you. That's hilarious."

"Why are you so close to him?"

"No, because seriously."

He backed off, still firing off questions. "Anything wrong with your body?"

"Not particularly."

"Can you swap out with Sukuna?"

"Sukuna?"

"The curse you ate."

Itadori laid a hand on his hip. "Oh...Yeah, I think I could do that."

Gojo bent to stretch. "Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up come back to us."

"Are you going to fight it?" Yuuta asked.

"Hmm. You'll see~"

"But..."

Gojo smirked confidently. "Don't worry, I'm the strongest." He tossed a dessert bag over to Megumi. "Megumi, hold on to this."

"What is it?"

"Kikufuku from Kikusuian. It's Sendai's specialty, and it's super good. I recommend the zunda and cream flavor."

This guy actually went and bought souvenirs! Megumi imagined a chibi Gojo excitedly buy the desert. When people were out here dying!

"Pfft!" Gojo sniggered. "Is that how you imagine things?"

"There's nothing wrong with the way I think!" Megumi's ears were tinted red.

"It's not a souvenir!" Gojo said, waggling his pointer finger. "I'm going to eat it on the bullet train home."

"You still bought desserts while people were dying." Momo facepalmed. She couldn't believe this, was the strongest. What a lazy bastard.

Itadori breathed in, allowing Sukuna to take over. He launched himself into the air, tattoos reappearing once more.

"Okay, that was fast."

Megumi shouted at Gojo. "Behind you!"

"Kikufuku's not like other souvenirs..." Gojo continued on, as if there wasn't a curse coming with killing intent.

"Ohh! I can't wait to see what happens!" Itadori squealed. He hadn't gotten to see Gojo in action, and switching with Sukuna didn't mean he could see what was going on.

The ground exploded on impact creating a large dust cloud. Megumi opened his eyes, coming face to face with Sukuna.

The curse was kneeling on the ground, being used as a chair while Gojo prattled on about his treat.

"And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite."

"Why are you talking about food right now?"

Angered but entertained, Sukuna twisted to shove a claw into the white haired man's chest. A pleased sound emerged with the idea of finally having a good fight.

"Uhhh. He's a little to eager." Nobara deadpanned.

"To be fair, that's his first fight in centuries."

"Are you defending a curse?!"

"Nope. Just pointing something out."

Gojo clasped his hand together as Sukuna landed on his back, teleporting away. Sukuna just rolled to the side unfazed.

He continued to kick and punch at the sorcerer, but Gojo casually dodged all attacks.

They were back to back when Gojo said his first words to him. "My student's watching, so I'm going to show off a little."

"Oh my god. You're so embarrassing."

Sukuna attempted to elbow him, but Gojo was faster. He grabbed his arm, pulling close to smash his face, effectively landing the hit.

Sukuna rotated into the air, unbothered and instead curious. He's unbelievedly fast? No, that's not it...

Gojo punched the air, sending cursed energy through it, causing the curse to fly back along with debris.

Todo whistled.

"Wow!" Itadori praised. "You're so cool sensei!"

"AWWWWWW! Someone actually appreciates me!"

Sukuna caught the rail, grinning. "For crying out loud...You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble," He sprinted towards Gojo, fist brimming with black cursed energy as he pulled the same move. "No matter the era!"

The punch was strong enough to blow up part of the building behind Gojo.

"Though that doesn't mean much to me." He paused whatever he was about to say next, when he saw Gojo still standing calmly. The fallen concrete was hovering in the air besides him.

"HAH! Take that ugly! Weren't expecting sensei to be alive, were you?" Nobara insulted. She didn't realize she also complemented Gojo.

"Seven, eight," Gojo counted, while Megumi sighed resigned near him. "Nine. Should be about time."

Sukuna felt his host's heart throb harshly before he was being suppressed again. Damn it...again? I can't take over. Who the hell is this...Itadori...brat...

"See? See? What'd I tell you?"

Utahime rolled her eyes. She was still cautious, since there was only one finger that had been consumed.

His head fell forward, and a couple seconds later Itadori was himself. "Oh, was everything ok?"

"I'm shocked" The rocks dropped. "You really can control it!"

Itadori smacked his head. "But he's kind of annoying, though. I can hear his voice."

"It's a miracle thats all he's doing." Gojo replied, tapping Itadori's forehead.

"No kidding."

The boy fainted, falling into Gojo's arms.

"What'd you do?"

"Knocked him out. If he isn't possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel. Now, I have a question for you. What should we do with him?"

"Even if he is a vessel, jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed. However...I don't want him to die." Megumi stated, very serious.

"Megumi..." Itadori gazed at the other boy.

"Shut up."

"Your personal feelings?"

"Yes. Please do something about this."

Gojo chuckled, picking Itadori up, laying him on his shoulder. "Now it's a request from a precious student." He gave a thumbs up. "Leave it to me!"

The scene glitched.

"What the fuck."

"With that, allow me to say it once more." The Gojo in the talismans room smiled and pointed finger guns. "You're being executed."

Itadori scrutinized Gojo with a doubtful look. "The recap and the current events don't line up though."

"Hey. I did my best. The executions still on, but I got your sentence suspended."

"Suspended? So you're not killing me right away?"

"Yup." Gojo dug out another finger from his pocket. I'll explain from the top." Holding it up, Gojo said, "This is the same cursed object you ate. There are twenty in total. We posses six of them."

"Was such a pain to collet them though."

"At least they're being put to good use now."

"Twenty? Oh? Each finger and toe?"

"No, Sukuna has two arms." Gojo threw the finger up, and blasted it with cursed energy resulting in it flying across the room, only to be embedded in a wall. "As you can see, we can't destroy them. The curse is that powerful. The curse grows stronger by the day, and the seals of modern-day jujutsu sorcerers can't keep up."

Gojo pointed at Itadori. "That's where you come in."

"Huh?"

"When you die, the curse inside you will die as well. Our elders are cowards you know. They're demanding we kill you right away. But that would be a waste, wouldn't it?"

"A waste?"

"There's no guarantee another vessel capable of handling Sukuna will ever be born again." Gojo explained, pacing the room. "So this is what I proposed: If we're going to kill you anyways, why not kill you after absorbing all of Sukuna?The higher ups agreed. So you now have two options before you. You can die right now, or you can find all parts of Sukuna and die after you absorbed them."

"We all know the choice though."

Sasaki sat in a chair next the hospital bed filled with regret when she heard knocking.

"Itadori." She greeted softly.

"How's Iguchi-senpai doing?" Itadori asked, glancing at the unconscious boy.

"The doctors said he's fine, but he hasn't woken up yet." Tear filled her eyes. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked him to come to the school that night..."

Sasaki turned away as the tears fell. "I know you believe this, but this weird monster attacked us and I was captured too."

"I believe you. Those weren't monsters, they were curses."

Sasaki made a confused hum.

"That finger was a special-grade-cursed object. It had the power to draw other curses to it and make them stronger. So it wasn't your fault." The boy's hand tightened around the edge of the bed. "It was mine for picking it up. Sorry. It'll all be right, though. Someone capable of fixing Iguchi-senpai will be her tomorrow."

"Should you be telling her this?"

"I mean it kinda gives closure."

"Itadori?"

"Sorry, senpai. There's somewhere I need to go." Itadori started to move away as Sasaki got up.

"Bye-bye." He gave her one last sad smile which dropped after she couldn't see him anymore.

"Who passed away?"

Gojo and Itadori were sitting on a bench near the building where his grandfather was cremated.

"My grandpa. Although he was like a father to me."

"I see. Sorry it happened at a time like that." After a pause, Gojo continued. "So have you decided yet?"

"So you do have sympathy."

"HEY!" Gojo was actually a tad bit hurt by the comment.

"Are casualties like these from curses pretty common?"

"This one was an exceptionally rare case, but in terms of damage, it happens all the time. It's a good night when someone dies a normal death after encountering a curse. Finding a body that's all torn apart is on the better end of the outcomes."

Itadori gave him a horrified look.

"If you plan to hunt down Sukuna, you're going to witness some pretty gruesome scenes, and I can't guarantee you won't end up that way yourself. So choose your hell."

Itadori remembered when Megumi had gotten hurt, Sasaki filled with regret, and his dead grandfather. You're strong, so help others.

"If all the parts of Sukuna were gone, would there be fewer people who get harmed by curses?"

"You're surprisingly thoughtful despite what happened." Mechamaru noted.

"Of course."

Itadori closed the lid of a metal container carrying his grandfather's ashes. He contemplated for a moment and made his decision.

"Do you still have that finger?"

Gojo handed it over.

"Looking at it closer, it's pretty disgusting." Itadori marveled, and didn't hesitate to throw it into his mouth grimacing.

"Thank god!"

"No seriously. I thought there was something wrong with you."

"Okay, ow."

Well, thats the second one. One tenth of a whole. What's going to happen? Gojo watched as Itadori stood still.

Sukuna's markings appeared, and his cursed energy surged. Itadori clutched at his throat making a painful sound, causing the older man to prepare for a fight.

Itadori hissed and moved forward, swaying slightly, before leaning a hand against the wall and gagging. He started laughing, as he commented on the taste. "Gross! So gross it's funny."

"Hmm."

"I'm about to gag."

Gojo grinned and huffed. That settles it. It's not just a physical tolerance. He can control himself against Sukuna without any help. We haven't seen someone talent like that in a thousand years.

"I'm talented?"

"Yup! Your sensei will teach you very well, so you can even stronger!"

"Something wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I take this means you steeled your resolve?"

"Nope," Itadori sighed. "I'm still wondering why I have to be executed. But I can't just do nothing about this curse." His eyes fell onto a picture. "That last request is going to be a pain in the ass. I'll eat every part of Sukuna. I don't care what happens after that. I've already decided how I'm going to die."

Gojo grinned, the widest Itadori had ever seen. "Nice! I like people like you. Sounds like a fun hell awaits. Make sure you're packed by the end of the day." He clicked for the metal doors to open.

"We're going somewhere?"

The doors slid open to reveal Megumi covered with bandages. "Tokyo." He answered.

Inumaki snapped a picture.

"So beat up." Maki chuckled. Though she was glad he wasn't hurt to bad.

"Fushiguro! You're looking good!" Itadori cheered, giving a thumbs up.

"..."

"That's probably what you shouldn't say."

"You think so after seeing this? You're going to transfer to the same school for jujutsu sorcerers I attend."

"Huh?"

"Tokyo Jujutsu High School." Gojo held up three fingers. "You're the third first-year."

"Only three?!"

"Well, given how little sorcerers there are, and the fact that almost none are born with cursed energy, it makes sense." Momo stated.

Itadori knelt in front of his grandfather's grave, hands held in prayer form. "Ok, I'm heading out now gramps."

"This is really deep in the mountains! Is this actually Tokyo?"

"Even Tokyo is like this on the outskirts."

"Geh. It reminds me of the countryside."

They trekked up a paved road leading to the school.

"Where's Fushiguro?"

"He's been treated by a sorcerer and now he's asleep."

"Tokyo Jujutsu High School. It's one of the only two Jujutsu educational facilities. On the surface, it's known as a private religious school. Many sorcerers continue to use it as a base after graduation, so it's a pillar of jujutsu community, not just in education, but for support and mediation in missions. Anyway, your about to have an interview with the principal."

"You had an interview?" Nobara raised a brow. She didn't get one.

"We didn't either." The second years added.

"Huh. Then again mine was a special case."

"The principal?"

"Screw it up and he could reject your admission, so go all out."

"Huh?! And then what?! Immediate execution?!" Itadori pointed to himself, slightly panicking.

"What?" Sukuna's voice suddenly called out. "So you're not the boss?"

"The fuck?!"

"That's not supposed to happen!"

"Salmon."

Gojo paused to look back.

A mouth was formed on the side of Itadori's cheek. "Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless."

"Not really."

Itadori slapped himself, and apologized. "Sorry, sensei. He pops out sometimes."

"What an amusing body you have now."

The mouth reformed on the hand this time.

"Ah! Not again!"

"That'll be so troublesome." Mai said.

"I owe you a favor, you know. Once make this body mine, you'll be the first I kill."

"It's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna."

"He is really that famous?" Itadori asked, smacking hand down.

"Ryomen Sukuna is a fierce imaginary god with four arms and two faces. But he's actually a human that really existed, though it was over a thousand years ago. In the golden age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered their might to challenged him and failed. Crowned with the title of Sukuna, we couldn't even destroy his grave wax as he traversed the ages after his death as a cursed object. Without a doubt, he's the King of Curses."

"Who's stronger, you or him?"

"Well...If Sukuna regained all his power, it might be a little draining."

"Would you lose?"

"I'd win." Gojo said confidently.

"Yeah, cause you're the strongest."

"Obviously!" Gojo replied smugly.

They finally reached the main building, and headed up the stairs.

"You're late, Satoru." A deep voice echoed. A hand held a thick needle, pushing it into an almost formed plushie. "Eight minutes late."

Itadori gasped, as he took in the sight of a grown man surrounded by self-made toys.

Nobara whipped to look at her principle. He stared right back until she avoided his gaze.

"Not enough to chastise you for, but I know I told you to fix your habit of being late."

The old man's stitching cute things!

"If it's not enough to chastise me, then don't chastise me." Gojo replied haughtily. "You're just making dolls anyways, what's a measly eight minutes?" He turned to Itadori. "That's Principal Yaga Masamichi."

"That's the boy?"

Itadori bowed and introduced himself. "Itadori Yuuji! I'm into girls like Jennifer Lawerence! Pleasure to meet you!"

"Why?"

"Do you always introduce yourself like that?" Kamo asked.

"Nope!"

"What did you come here for?" Yaga asked, effectively stopping the boy's introduction.

"An interview."

"No duh."

"But why Jujutsu high?"

"To learn jujutsu?"

"I mean beyond that. What do you hope to find once you've studied curses and learned how to exorcise them?"

"Well...I mean, I'm going to collect the fingers of Sukuna. It's dangerous to leave them be."

"Why?"

"Damn he's really going in deep, huh?" Miwa said.

Itadori looked stooped.

"People you'll never know die everyday due to crimes, accidents, diseases, and natural course of life."

"Here he goes again." Gojo said.

"But you're telling me you won't overlook it when people die because of curses?"

"It was someone's dying wish. I don't care about details. I just want to save people."

"A dying wish? So you're saying you'll fight curse because someone else told you to do so?" Yaga stood up. "You fail."

"Well damn."

Itadori's eyes widened. Yaga lifted a hand, and one of his doll floated.

"Those weren't dolls?!"

"Cursed corpses. They're dolls. Dolls infused with my curse." Yaga's hand flicked, and the dolls was sent careening towards Itadori.

"Creepy." Momo grimaced. For dolls, they weren't cute at all. She couldn't fathom how Itadori saw them as so.

It readied a punch, which Itadori countered by covering himself with his bag.

"Nice block!"

It's heavy! He thought, blasting backwards into a pole. "It that really a doll?!"

The doll flexed it muscles while making funny faces.

"So it has a personality too?"

"A person's true nature is revealed during crisis'. I'll keep attacking you till I get a satisfied answer."

"Ain't that the truth."

"I wonder how I would act in a really bad fight?"

"Look man, it wasn't just 'someone else,'" Itadori said, throwing his bag to the side. He rushed to the doll. "It was a family member's dying wish!"

He punched the doll, and sent it flying. It bounced off the walls, slowly getting faster and faster.

"Holy Shit!"

"That technique would be so deadly if he could command an entire army."

"Shit where is it?!" Itadori's back was turned, and the doll locked eyes at the back of his head. He turned just in time, but rolled away. "Ow..."

"A family member is still 'someone else'." The doll shook it behind at Itadori.

Right, it's a doll. It doesn't get hurt or frightened.

A match lit up. "A jujutsu sorcerer is always facing death. And not just their own death. Sometimes you must ignore those murdered by a curse to rend the flesh from it. It's an unpleasant job. You have to be a little crazy and highly motivated to handle it." Yaga's glasses reflected Itadori. "You'd do that because someone else told you to? Don't make me laugh. It'd be more believable if you told me you were doing it to postpone your execution."

"Screw you! I-"

"Are you going to blame your grandfather when you're killed by a curse too?"

"What a low blow."

"That was rude."

"But it was necessary though? Yaga-san is making sure Itadori-kun knows what he's getting into." Kamo retorted.

"You say some pretty harsh things old man."

"Education is making people realize things."

Itadori touched his chin. "I'm not really..."

Out of nowhere, he was punched by the doll.

"It's not easy to imagine how you'll feel on the verge of death. However, I can make one thing for certain. At the rate you're going, you could end up cursing your beloved grandfather. I'll ask you once more. Why have you come here to Jujutsu High?"

I was always better than most in sports and in fights. But never once did I think,'This is something only I can do'.

Itadori grabbed the doll as he declared, "Consuming Sukuna is something only I can do. If I manage to escape my death sentence, and ran away from this responsibility, I'd be there eating food, taking a bath, or reading manga, and the moment I stopped to think, and go, 'Oh, I bet someone's dying because of Sukuna right now', and become depressed. 'That doesn't involve me.' 'It's not my fault.' You expect me to just tell myself that? I refuse to do that. I don't know how I'll feel when I'm dying, but I don't want to regret the way I lived!"

"For an idiot that was pretty deep." Nobara commented. Who knew bird brain actually thought of such things?

"Hey! I'm not an idiot, right Fushiguro?"

Megumi avoided his gaze.

Gojo smiled, satisfied with his answer.

"Satoru," Yaga ordered. "Show him the dorms."

"Huh?"

"You pass. Welcome to Jujutsu High."

Itadori smiled, but it quickly turned to shock when the doll punched him again.

"Ouch!"

"Oh. Sorry. I forgot to release the curse."

"Did you really though?"

"This place is huge!"

"All the second and third years are out for the moment. But you'll meet them soon enough. There aren't many of them. But there's really no reason to fight, is there? Fushiguro and I could retrieve the fingers. You could just wait here."

Itadori paused in hanging his poster. "It's fine! I said I'll do it and I'm going to do it!" He imagined a scene with Megumi coming back frazzled and worse for wear. "Though lazing around...while Fushiguro came in all beaten up to bring me a finger would be a funny sight."

"Omg that would be hilarious!" Maki laughed, seeing Megumi shakingly hold up a finger.

Inumaki nodded in agreement.

"That's true. Well, I know there's no way in hell you're not gonna fight."

"Hey! You were testing me!" Itadori held up a fist as Gojo leaned in close.

"So many tests."

"If they were that easy to find, we would've found them all already. Some have a presence thats overwhelming. Some keep very quiet. Some have already been absorbed by a cursed spirit. There's nothing more troublesome when it comes to searching for them." Gojo pointed. "But now we have you. The Sukuna within you will tell us where the fingers are to try to regain his power. You're both a vessel and a locator, our very own radar. So we won't get anywhere without you in the field."

"You think he's going to be that nice?"

"I think we can come to a win-win agreement there," Gojo said, opening the door, just as Megumi comes out.

"You're next door?! Oh, Fushiguro!" Itadori called, as Megumi scratched his head. "You look like you're doing well now."

"There were plenty of other rooms, weren't there?"

"So unsociable."

"But isn't livelier better?" Gojo commented. "I thought it'd be good for-"

"Classes and missions are enough. This was an unwelcome favor."

Itadori peeked into Megumi's dorm. "Wow! It's so organized."

"I said you're unwelcome!" Megumi snapped, slamming the door on the pink-haired boy's head.

"Ow!"

"Well, it's all good." Gojo clapped. "More importantly, we're heading out tomorrow! We're going to pick up the third first-year!"

"That's me!" Nobara brightened. She was finally entering the scene.

"The train bound for Tokyo is now arriving." A conductor announced. "For your safety, please stay behind the yellow line."

Inside the train, a girl stretched her arms. "It took four hours just to get as far as Morioka. I can finally kiss that damn countryside goodbye. Guess I'll be in Tokyo by the afternoon." The short brown-orange tinted haired girl clicked her chopsticks happily. "What should I do if I get scouted? Like, by Stardust?"

The screen turned black.

"Ah, I looked so amazing!"

"We could barely see your face!" Mai sneered.

"HAH? So what? I look way better than you!"

"Now, now," Gojo said. "Let's not fight, yeah?"

"You guys should take bathroom breaks with how much sodas you drank." Nanami stated, glancing at the table filled with empty cans and chip bags.

Itadori saluted, heading towards the bathrooms, the other students following.

Ieiri sighed as she took the trash and cleaned up. She was always cleaning up.

Utahime grabbed more snacks, secretly taking a bottle of beer. She chugged it, making sure to finish it before the students returned and found the stash of alcohol.

They came back after ten minutes, and sat down.

"Ready?"

Everyone nodded.

Gojo clicked the button, and the next episode played.