After a while, Tsumiki finally woke under everyone's expectant gazes.
Megumi Fushiguro hurriedly poured her a glass of water and carefully helped her sit up, letting her recline against the headboard as she finished drinking.
His expression and movements were so gentle, like the very model of a devoted little brother, that Nobara and the others stared in wonder, itching to whip out their phones and record the scene.
Megumi Fushiguro looked at Tsumiki and asked tentatively, "Sis?"
Tsumiki looked at him, her gaze softening.
She had already learned from the hospital nurses that she had been unconscious for over a year, and that Megumi had been taking care of her, keeping her alive until now.
Although there was plenty she didn't understand at the moment, such as-why was there someone in her head constantly saying strange things?
But after she woke, Megumi had told her not to speak or do anything, and to wait until they got home for him to explain everything-so she had held back until now.
Looking into Megumi's tense, worried eyes, she gave a faint smile, just as she always had.
"Little Megumi."
At those words, the expressions of Sukuna, Nobara, and Junpei, who had been standing solemnly to the side, suddenly twisted.
...Little... Megumi?
Holy crap...
That's quite the nickname you've got there, Megumi! Your cool, handsome image just went straight out the window!
They exchanged glances, the corners of their mouths lifting in unison-if a patient hadn't just woken up, they would have burst out laughing on the spot.
Megumi Fushiguro didn't see the three people's expressions behind him. Hearing his sister's familiar way of addressing him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
...This person... is my sister...
Tsumiki had raised him from childhood, and she had always called him that.
Even though