[It was a seemingly ordinary afternoon. Sunlight spilled through the window frames onto Jujutsu High's quiet corridors, yet it could not dispel the chill around you, so cold it seemed capable of freezing the air.]
[Satoru Gojo lounged against the wall without a shred of decorum, his hands in his pockets, holding a latte that had turned thick and brown from far too many sugar cubes.]
[With a straw between his lips, he made repeated, utterly untroubled slurping sounds. The Six Eyes hidden beneath his pale bandages studied you from head to toe with a hint of amusement and confusion.]
[As he watched, you solemnly reached out and accepted the dark red finger, dry as rotten wood, that the Great Sage slowly drew from his furry chest.]
[It was Sukuna's Finger.]
[Even resting quietly in the Great Sage's palm, the cold cursed energy coiling around it, almost tangible and steeped in intense malice, still pricked your skin like needles. Within your perception, it screamed and roared madly, as though it might turn into a ravenous beast at any moment and devour everything nearby.]
["What's the big deal?"]
[Gojo finally swallowed the cloyingly sweet liquid in his mouth. The corner of his mouth twitched impatiently, his voice full of languor.]
["Didn't you already take care of the Sukuna inside Yuji last time, nice and clean? You managed something on that level, so why are you so nervous this time that you had to call me over? And to a lab with every barrier technique fully activated, at that?"]
[He tilted his head at you, his expression entirely free of tension and filled instead with teasing amusement.]
[As far as he was concerned, this was completely unnecessary.]
[Of course, he understood that you were probably worried your will might waver as you