Inari's POV
Next Morning.
I didn't see Yuuji this morning. Mission success. I evaded him like a seasoned fugitive dodging taxes.
As for the red hair that mysteriously decided to dye itself in the middle of the night—I asked Gojo to change it back.
Did he? Of course not.
We tried. Almost died.
Red hair survived.
We gave up and collapsed into one of the school lodges like two overworked, sleep-deprived gremlins.
"Hey, Nanami, tell us a gut-busting anecdote from your riveting salaryman life!" Gojo chirped like a caffeinated crow.
"Please shut up," I deadpanned, not even looking at him. My tolerance for Gojo's antics was already on thin ice, and it was 8 a.m.
Gojo's eyes sparkled with chaos. Bad sign.
"Ooooh! Let's film a YouTube short: us, throwing rice balls, debating church vs state! Viral! Trending! Clickbait title: 'Jujutsu Sorcerers Cancel Religion?!'"
I felt my soul leave my body. "Go ahead. Do it. Alone. Somewhere very far from me. Preferably in another dimension."
I sat beside Nanami, trying to hold onto my last brain cell. Gojo, like the plague he is, flopped across the couch and plopped his long-ass legs over me.
Gojo flung his legs across my lap like I was his personal ottoman.
"Let's play a game. 'Why We Love Gojo Satoru' — drinking edition! I'll start: He's handsome, strong, humble —"
"You're allergic to humility," I deadpanned, trying to shove his legs off. No use. The idiot flicked on Infinity like he was flipping a light switch.
Nanami didn't even look up from his newspaper. "Do keep that idiocy, Gojo-san. Itadori-kun could use some secondhand brain cell decay before his arrival."
"I can't believe I almost died and this is my reward."
Gojo sighed and genuinely apologized. "I am sorry, Inari, for pushing you into that mission."
I rolled my eyes. "It's fine. I don't regret what I did. Just regret that it did come with hazard pay and a hair fix."
My fingers traced lazy, tired circles on his legs, as he dropped the Infinity.
Gojo perked up, as if suddenly remembering the actual plot. "Nanami, does Yuuji know about the finger in Yoshino's?"
"No. He would only spiral."
"I kept it from him too," I added.
"That's why you were perfect for the job," Gojo said smugly. "If I had it, I'd have made him eat it like a spicy snack."
Nanami clicked his tongue in disapproval and asked. "But seriously, is it safe to bring him back?The higher-ups might go full witch-hunt."
"He'll be fine," Gojo crossed his arms behind his head. "And even if they do come after him, Yuuji's stronger now. You know that."
I stared out at the courtyard. The wind rustled the trees like it had something to hide. "Satoru... there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" He turned to me immediately, like I had flipped a switch. I looked at Nanami—warily.
Nanami closed his paper.. "If you need privacy —"
"Nah, it's fine," Gojo said. "I trust him, continue."

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