The next morning finds Kagome stretched out on the simple twin bed Gojo purchased for her. She didn't mind the lack of space. It wasn't as though she was going to be in this world for very long–at least she hoped that she'd be able to find a way back to her home, preferably back to InuYasha.

She lies there, listening to the soft chimes of the birds outside. Almost shyly, she lifts the hold on her spiritual powers, feeling for his presence.

Nothing.

I really hope he didn't get killed last night; she thinks as she gets out of the bed. As much as it pains her to admit it; she needs him around so she can navigate this world. Kagome stumbles out of the bedroom, grabbing a change of clothes on her way out and down the hall to the master bath.

He did tell her to make herself at home; she affirms to herself. So, there's no reason why she can't start her morning off on the right foot. Ignoring how much more spacious his room is and how soft the bedding looks; she heads straight to the bathroom; grateful that the controls for the bath are actually inside the room and not outside of it.

With her free hand, she rubs at her eyes in disbelief. The bathtub sits elevated on a platform with the shower at the bottom and off to the side. Both are inside of a glass enclosure that most likely helps with keeping the heat more contained. With a squeal, she sets her clothing on the marble countertop and turns the bath on.

After rinsing off at the shower, she lowers herself into the bath; the heat does wonders for the tension that has gathered in her muscles. Tilting her head back, she muses on how she's supposed to find her way back home.

Maybe there's a portal in the sky? She flicks that thought away. There's no way she would have missed a portal, and surely the well wouldn't have sent her somewhere with no way to get back home. After all the outstanding work she's done, saving the world it would be a crime to be stuck with Satoru forever. But with all this talk about curses and that spirit at Ikea yesterday, her insides churn with unease.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Kagome's face scrunches up as the sounds of Satoru's steps get closer.

"D-don't come in here! I'm taking a bath."

"Oh? In my master suite. You just wanted an excuse to see my room." He teases, his voice sends shivers down her spine. How he can switch from being a menace to flirty so quickly makes her head spin.

Think of InuYasha, she berates herself. You've waited this long, now isn't the time to be swooning over the first white-haired man she's seen in years.

"The other one doesn't have a bathtub." Sighing, she steps out of the bath and wraps a towel around herself. "I wasn't expecting you to be out so late."

"Did you wait up for me, Gome-chan?"

She bites her tongue as she shimmies into the jeans. "No, it was just an observation. Just glad you didn't get murdered."

"Please, I'm the strongest." She could practically hear the eye roll.

"Right, right," she placates. Gathering up her dirty clothes and towel, she opens the door. He's still dressed in his work uniform with his blindfold stuffed in his pocket. It's not that his eyes do something to her, though admittedly they are more vibrant than Koga-kun's eyes, the blindfold blocks out her ability to get a good read on him.

Probably why he wears it or those sunglasses.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"You realize there's no food in the fridge, right?"

"Oh! That's what we forgot to do yesterday!" He snaps his fingers. "Well, why don't we got out and get some breakfast?"

"Alright," she agrees, "where can I put these clothes?"

"Just leave them on the floor, you can do laundry later." He flashes her smile as he takes the pile of clothes from her and tosses them behind him.

"How old are you?" She mumbles.

"28, Gome-chan," he replies, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the room. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Her head is fuzzy, there's a pool of what she assumes is cursed energy in his pocket. The signature of it differs from the curse energy he radiates–it's sickening, whereas Satoru likes to play footsie with her own spiritual energy.

"I told you my age, it's only polite to return the favor."

"It's actually rude to ask a woman her age, but fine. I'm 24. I'm more shocked at how old you are. You don't act your age at all."

"Don't sweet talk me like that, we haven't even had breakfast yet."

Kagome pulls her hand away to tug her shoes on. "What's going on with your left pocket? Did you get hit with something last night?" She tilts her head at the blank stares he gives her.

"You can sense it?" He leans forward, invading her space. She chews on the inside of her cheek, their noses just a hair width apart.

"Of course, I can. It's sickening. Can't you do something about it?"

He leans back and pulls out a… finger? It's red, tipped with a black nail.

"Satoru…"

"The seals have been weakening on these, but the fact that you can sense it is really amazing."

"I don't think so."

"I went to go retrieve one of these fingers last night." He puts it back in his pocket. "And a civilian actually ate one. Can you believe that?"

"That's disgusting."

"He's still alive. Well, the higher-ups want to have him executed because now he's the vessel for the curse king." He waves it off as if they are discussing where to get breakfast at.

"Did you say, curse king?" Maybe she got some water in her ears from the bath and it's just fucking up her hearing because there's no way that now there's a revived curse king in this world.

"Yep. Funny how Sukuna got revived the same day you dropped into my lap."

"It's really not funny." She hands out her hand with her palm facing upwards. "If you aren't going to do something about it, then let me. There's no way I'm going to stomach breakfast with that energy around."

She expects him to put up more of a fight, but he takes the finger back out of his pocket and drops it into her palm with no complaints.

"So, what exactly are you going to do?"

"Purify it." Kagome almost gags when the finger twitches in her palm. Freaking disgusting, she thinks, as her palms glow. The light pink aura soothes her every time. Opening her palm, the finger's lost some of its demonic markings. It's no longer red, instead it just a couple shades darker than her own skin, and the nail looks duller.

"Change of plans," Satoru says, plucking the finger from her and putting it back in his pocket. "we're going to invite Yuji and Megumi-kun to this little outing."

"Who?" she asks, not that it really matters since he's the only person she knows here.

"Megumi is my student, and Yuji is the vessel. Just keep your powers under wraps, yeah? And no talk about curses." He pulls out his blindfold and covers his eyes.

"Wait! You're a teacher." She doesn't pull away when he grips her hand again and leads them out of the house.

"You say it like that's a bad thing."

"For the students it is." Her face heats at the laugh she gets in response.

Maybe she should have just used the other bathroom this morning instead of jinxing herself.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has left a review and for just enjoying the story. I got asked about Kagome's age, so I hope this chapter clears things up. I did age her up, so I'll go back and edit anything that contradicts her age for this story. Also, I recommend watching the anime for Jujutsu if you need a crash course on the cannon material (I'm also anime-only right now)