[Afterward, you and Satoru Gojo followed Megumi Fushiguro through the dim hallway, which reeked of mold and the sour stench of household garbage. With a sharp click as the key turned, the iron door swung open, and you finally saw the siblings' current home.]
[The room was small-cramped to the extreme, even. All you could see were a few old, yellowing tatami mats, with miscellaneous belongings piled in the corners taking up most of the space. It was about the same size as one of Jujutsu High's drab single dorm rooms.]
[But what caught your attention was not the poverty, but the heartbreaking "dignity" that showed through it.]
[Though the home was somewhat run-down, with even the paint peeling from the walls, the floor had been scrubbed clean, and two pairs of small shoes stood neatly arranged in the entryway.]
[You could tell that Megumi Fushiguro and Tsumiki had been cleaning diligently. That almost stubborn tidiness clearly reflected how these two abandoned children, in a world without adults, struggled to hold on to each other's hands and preserve the dignity of what they called a "home."]
[But rather than wondering how these two children had managed to live in such difficult circumstances, what surged through your heart at that moment was something called irony.]
[That man, Toji Fushiguro, had dared to accept even Special Grade commissions with astronomical payouts, such as "kill Satoru Gojo" and "assassinate the Star Plasma Vessel." He was a dissolute tyrant who threw fortunes away at the racetrack, yet his stinginess toward his own flesh and blood had reached such an absurd extreme.]
[Your gaze passed over Megumi Fushiguro and landed on the girl inside, who wore an apron and had risen to her feet in some alarm.]
[Judging by her appearance, the girl named Tsumiki