That evening, Tsumiki invited everyone to her house for dinner.
She had originally planned to eat out, but considering her and Mr. Sukuna's unusual circumstances, eating at home would be safer. In the end, she decided to cook herself.
After all, unlike Mr. Gojo, she couldn't book an entire restaurant to keep people from noticing anything unusual when Uraume and Sukuna appeared.
Tsumiki was a good cook. Back when Mr. Gojo had taken her and Megumi in, she hadn't had anything to offer in return. After learning that Mr. Gojo liked sweet dishes, she had gone out of her way to learn how to make them. Megumi, however, didn't eat sweet food, so to accommodate both their tastes, she had become proficient in all sorts of cuisines.
Now, Tsumiki bustled around the kitchen with practiced efficiency, while Megumi Fushiguro announced that he would help and went inside. He was already well accustomed to being his sister's kitchen assistant.
Sukuna, Nobara, and Junpei sat at the dining table, gazing toward the kitchen with looks of admiration.
Propping his chin on one hand, Sukuna said cheerfully, "Fushiguro will definitely make a wonderful wife someday~"
Nobara immediately nodded in agreement. "Exactly!~ He could get by on his looks, but he insists on relying on talent~"
Junpei wanted to say something nice, but ultimately couldn't hold back his laughter. "...Pfft, hahaha... Isn't that a little mean to Fushiguro...?"
Megumi Fushiguro: ...
...You know I can hear you, right?
You're only saying that because my sister's here and I won't hit you, aren't you?
He calmly helped on the outside while mentally clenching his fists hard enough to crack his knuckles.
Soon, the table was laden with food.
Tempura, miso soup, pork cutlet rice bowls, teriyaki salmon, hamburger steaks, tamagoyaki... It wasn't as fancy as