When Tsumiki appeared in their classroom, Sukuna was dumbfounded.
[What the hell! Why is she joining our class too? What the hell is that bastard Gojo doing?!]
Didn't Tsumiki showing up mean Uraume was here too?
Why did he get the feeling he would never be able to switch out and attend class again??
If Uraume suddenly emerged on Tsumiki's face in the middle of class and proposed to him on the spot, how was Megumi Fushiguro supposed to cope up at the podium?
Megumi Fushiguro would seriously beat him up!
[Tiger, Tiger! Just say I'm not here... no, say I'm asleep!! I didn't sleep last night, so I'm catching up now!]
Sukuna hurriedly shouted to his Tiger.
-This was so hard... he couldn't even pretend he wasn't there!
Itadori quickly tapped his palm to signal that he understood.
This was awkward. Sukuna could pretend to be asleep, but he couldn't. What was he supposed to do if that Uraume came asking him for Sukuna every day?
Fortunately, it was Friday. Tsumiki had only come to check in and complete her enrollment paperwork, not to start attending classes with them right away.
At that good news, Sukuna, Itadori, and Megumi Fushiguro all let out a sigh of relief.
Of course, the bad news was-Tsumiki would start attending class next Monday.
All three clutched their heads, refusing to accept this devastating news.
Sunday evening.
Sitting in the French Restaurant they had visited last time, Sukuna wore a thoroughly sour expression, his arms folded as he eyed Gojo sidelong.
He had promised to treat Gojo to a welcome-back meal once he returned, and he couldn't go back on his word, but he was in a truly foul mood right now.
Over the weekend, he had either holed up in his dorm