Itadori had no idea that he had already been designated the Death Painting Wombs' little brother.
At the moment, he was staring miserably at his blood-soaked sleeve.
Choso's Piercing Blood had wounded him. Although Sukuna had healed his injuries, what was he supposed to do about the holes and bloodstains on his clothes?
It would take nearly an hour to get back to school by taxi. In his current state, surely no driver would take him?
...I need to remember to bring spare clothes next time...
He could explain away bruises by saying he had gotten into a fight, but blood was another matter.
With those jumbled thoughts running through his head, he pulled out the handkerchief he always carried for the clean freak Sukuna.
He tied it one-handed around the damaged part of his sleeve, gripped it with his teeth, and pulled, perfectly covering the bloodstains.
That works.
Relieved, he dashed out onto the street, hailed a taxi, and hurried back to school.
It was already past six. He should reach school around seven thirty.
Good, there's still time to shower, change, grab breakfast at the Cafeteria, and get to class!
The timing works out. Perfect!
He let out a relieved breath, then observed a moment of silence for his valiantly fallen clothes-thankfully, he had worn his old clothes on tonight's missions, not the new ones Teacher Gojo had bought him. Otherwise, his heart would have broken.
When he finally reached school, Itadori paid the fare and sprinted toward the dorms.
People were already starting to appear around campus. Seeing the dusty, disheveled Itadori running toward them, they asked in confusion.
"What happened to you?"
Itadori kept charging ahead, tossing out an answer without looking back.
"Teacher Gojo-!"
Everyone immediately nodded in understanding and asked no further questions.
Itadori