Sukuna's mouth writhed violently on Itadori's cheek.
"Haha... hahahahahaha!"
"A bug? You called me a bug?"
Sukuna's mouth stretched all the way to Itadori's ear, revealing his two signature rows of sharp teeth, each gleaming coldly.
"I've lived for a thousand years, and no one has ever dared speak to me like that."
His voice vibrated through Itadori's cheek. Itadori's left hand shot up and clamped down hard on his own face, his fingers digging into Sukuna's mouth.
"Sukuna! Get back inside!"
"This is a hospital. Keep quiet."
Itadori could feel Sukuna churning inside him, like an enraged beast slamming madly against its cage.
"Teacher Wangchuan, I'm sorry!"
Itadori looked up at Wangchuan, his eyes full of apology and anxiety.
"I can't control him."
Wangchuan looked at Itadori.
"It's nothing."
"When a bug throws a fit inside its host, there really isn't much the host can do."
Sukuna's mouth snapped shut, then burst open again, wider this time, splitting all the way to Itadori's ear.
"What did you say?!"
"Go back."
He simply stood there, his head tilted, looking at the mouth on Itadori's face as though watching a disobedient pet.
"I said, get the hell back where you belong."
Sukuna's mouth paused for a moment.
"Give it some time. I'll restore you to your prime. Twenty fingers, your full power, the true King of Curses."
The corner of Wangchuan's mouth curved as he said this.
"Then I'll find you a good opponent."
"You should have met him already. Satoru Gojo."
Sukuna's mouth went completely still.
Itadori froze too.
So did Kugisaki.
Megumi Fushiguro whipped his head around and stared at Wangchuan's profile, the hand he held protectively in front of Tsumiki freezing in midair.
"T-Teacher?"
"Are you... are you saying you're going to resurrect Sukuna?"
"Yes."
Wangchuan tilted his