But for this one evening, standing in the ruin of his grandfather’s apartment, with the strongest sorcerer in the world pretending to sweep the floor, Yuji Itadori felt the smallest, most dangerous emotion of all.
“You think I’d let this place get condemned?” Gojo walked past him, his long coat trailing through the dust. He picked up the moldy teacup, made a face, and dropped it in the sink. “The jujutsu higher-ups wanted to seal it as a ‘sensitive site.’ Too much residual cursed energy from Sukuna’s rampage. I told them I’d personally destroy their entire clan if they touched a single floorboard.” Home RESULT FOR- JUJUTSU
“Gojo-sensei…”
This was the apartment he’d shared with his grandfather. This was the place he’d left every morning, shouting “I’m off!” to a grunt and a wave. This was home . But for this one evening, standing in the
“So are you,” Gojo said, flicking his forehead. “We’ll clean it up. Together.” “The jujutsu higher-ups wanted to seal it as
He tried the handle. Unlocked.