There was someone else who couldn't take it anymore-
A certain Noroi watching the memory screen had completely reached his limit-
I'm going to die! What the hell is going on?!
He was the one who gave Sukuna that women's kimono? This was off-the-charts embarrassing!
These weren't his memories. This was a compilation of his most mortifying moments!
Help! He couldn't watch anymore! How had he ever been that kind of fox?!
These stupid memories didn't even give him a fast-forward button. He couldn't keep watching!
He wanted out!!-
On the verge of breaking down, he suddenly jolted and snapped his eyes open-
His unfocused gaze slowly sharpened, and he stared blankly at the familiar ceiling above him.
He blinked and immediately recognized it as the little house in his innate domain.
He was a little confused. He was just... back?
"You're awake?"
A familiar low, rich voice sounded beside his ear.
He stiffened and instinctively turned his head, only to see the beautiful face of the Young Master from his memories right before him. Those dark red eyes watched him, as though gauging his reaction.
-The images of Little Fox clinging obsessively to Sukuna on the screen began replaying relentlessly in his mind. His face instantly flushed crimson, panic flickered in his eyes, and he hurriedly turned away, covering his entire head with his wide kimono sleeves.
Sukuna: "...?"
His eyes darkened slightly. What was wrong?
He spoke calmly, though a trace of suppressed urgency slipped into his voice.
"Little Fox?"
The person before him trembled a few times and coughed softly, his low voice tinged with utter embarrassment.
"Ahem... nothing, nothing... just give me a moment..."
"...There are too many embarrassing memories. I'm having trouble processing them..."
Sukuna paused, then seemed to realize something. The corners of his