After dinner, everyone returned to the lounge on the first floor of the dorms to relax and chat.
Gojo showed up too. The moment he came in, he collapsed onto the couch and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling, looking utterly exhausted.
When he saw Sukuna come in, he asked weakly,
"I hear you've learned how to cast a Curtain?"
Sukuna: "..."
Could they please stop bringing up Curtains? Every mention made him feel like his brain was buffering.
"I have... What happened to you this time? Overtime?"
Gojo was too drained to move and merely raised a hand to wave it.
"It's still that thing from last time... Apparently, they've found more people who have... hmm... but haven't fallen into comas. They're counting them now. Seems like there are quite a few."
With Tsumiki and Uraume present, he kept his wording vague.
Sukuna: "..."
...How were there still more?
Just how many were there??
...Was he going to have to work overtime again?
He'd better not find out who was behind those marks! If he ever ran into them, he'd charge right over and beat them to a pulp!
"Sukuna..."
Gojo moved on from that subject and suddenly said,
"Make me a cake, will you? I'm craving something sweet."
The past few days had taken a lot out of him. Thoughts of Sukuna's cakes were the only thing keeping him going.
Sukuna: "..."
What were you thinking? I wasn't your personal chef!
He immediately refused.
"You-"
But before he could get the words out, he saw Gojo lift one side of his blindfold with a hand and tilt his head, gazing at him expectantly with those beautiful azure blue eyes.
Sukuna's tongue instantly tied itself in knots, and his words took a sharp turn.
"-What you're