Before long, it was time for dinner.
Dinner was a lavish affair.
Since Young Master Gojo was treating them, White Noroi held nothing back and ordered every dish he wanted.
After setting down the menu in satisfaction, he saw Gojo squinting sideways at him.
"Can you finish all that? Didn't you say wasting food was the original sin?"
White Noroi said, "I can take the leftovers home! Can't I have a late-night snack?"
Gojo: "..."
Well, why was his habit of taking leftovers home so much like Geto's?
Ah, ever since he'd come to Jujutsu High and met Geto, he'd learned to take leftovers home too...
Gojo sighed and began reminiscing about his life.
Once all the dishes arrived, White Noroi immediately picked up his chopsticks and dug in.
Garlic scallops, seared salmon, avocado and mango rolls... once he'd eaten his fill, he put down his chopsticks to wait for his after-dinner ice cream. Then he saw-
To his left, Geto was peeling shrimp with disposable gloves on. Whenever he finished peeling a poached shrimp, he casually placed it on Gojo's plate.
To his right, Kuroi was removing fish bones. Her slender chopstick tips picked them out deftly and swiftly before she placed the boneless fish in Riko's bowl.
White Noroi: ...
He blinked, suddenly feeling a little out of place, as though he were all alone.
...Well, he wasn't entirely alone. He still had Sukuna inside him-he could help Sukuna eat, delivering it straight to his stomach and doing everything for him from start to finish.
Two in one. He could pretend he was two people too.
White Noroi nodded in approval of his own reasoning, yet the corners of his mouth couldn't help drooping a little-
Until a peeled shrimp suddenly appeared in his bowl.
He stared at