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Y/N STOOD ACROSS FROM MAHTIO WITH ANGRY EYES, nothing but rage filling her stomach. "Mahito, I want my sister back—" She hissed, taking a few steps towards him as she clenched her fist.
"Stop right there. Don't come near me with your tears. It's gross." Mahito held up his hand to her, making y/n slouch.
"Seriously? You're worried about that?" She monotoned.
"Now, I'm assuming you left to come talk to me, right?" He beamed, jumping onto the hood of a green dumpster and crossing his legs.
"...Why didn't you come to get me? Or see me?"
"Well, I kinda can't? One foot on Jujutsu grounds, and I'm minced meat." Mahtio said as if it were obvious. "Now, what do you want?"
"My sister. Turn her back."
Mahito placed a finger on his chin, looking up at the night sky like he was thinking. "Hmmmm, I think I recall saying that if you beat Itadori half to death enough for Sukuna to come out, I said I'd change her back, did I not?"
His answer made y/n's stomach churn, looking down at the ground sadly. "...You can't change her back, can you?"
"Hm?" Mahito turned to her, only to see the top of her head, as she kept her face hidden. He let out a long exhale, jumping off the large trash can and landing on his feet. "...How about we make another deal!"
