After clearing things up with Junpei, Sukuna instantly brightened.
He excitedly calmed himself inside his Inner World for a while before finally settling down.
After staying in there a bit, he couldn't resist coming out to eavesdrop on Fushiguro's class.
Every so often he'd jump in and chat, happily dissecting the wonders of high school lessons.
So Junpei saw a completely different Curse from yesterday's silent shadow—bubbling with life.
And the others switched into full "team pet" mode for him—
Even the usually cool Fushiguro faced Sukuna with bottomless patience, let alone Classmate Itadori.
Itadori and Kugisaki pampered Sukuna to the skies: answering every question, turning to "Teacher Fushiguro" when stumped, and stretching class content by a solid thirty percent.
It almost gave Junpei the illusion that "Curses are humanity's best friends."
He hastily whipped out Mahito to scrub his brain and steady his worldview of Curses.
"Sukuna is special."
All three told him so, and Fushiguro precisely added a prefix—
"Amnesiac Sukuna is special."
Itadori and Nobara rolled their eyes in unison but couldn't find a rebuttal.
In the end, Sukuna himself clarified.
"I don't know what I'll be like once my memories return. If I really start slaughtering, do fight—oh, wait, you can't beat me—then run; don't force it."
Junpei: "…"
So… thanks?
Are you taking your future self a bit lightly?
At noon, Sukuna, finally free to show himself, hurried Itadori to bring the food back to the dorm—he'd skipped every meal yesterday hiding from Junpei!
He would eat lunch today; nothing could stop him!
Everyone slipped into their usual takeaway routine, and Junpei naturally joined the group.
On the way back, Itadori casually mentioned that Sukuna's homemade cake was delicious and he'd let Junpei try it sometime.
Junpei: "…"
…Right, this Sukuna is one unusual Curse… a Curse who bakes amazing cake—how unreal is that?
He quietly added a new category between "Curse" and "Jujutsu Sorcerer" in his mind: "Amnesia-Sukuna."
Amnesia-Sukuna isn't a Curse.
—He's everyone's Pokémon.
Summonable, battle-ready, maxed-out support skills—the ultimate team pet… Reaching the dorm, Sukuna instantly took over.
After a quick greeting to Junpei, he zeroed in on the food and prepared to dig in.
He would make up for yesterday's loss!
Even if knives or rockets rained from the sky, they could wait until he finished eating!
Junpei studied Sukuna—black Cursed Marks on his face, aura different from Itadori's—and sneaked a few curious glances.
It confirmed that the one who'd burst in to save his mother that day had indeed been Sukuna.
His already eased heart relaxed even more.
Eyes lowered, a warm look surfaced in them.
Just as Sukuna reached for chopsticks, a flash of familiar white caught his eye—
He shot up in horror, voice shrill—
"Why are you here again?!"
Gojo, freshly teleported in, smiled at Sukuna's panic and greeted him casually.
"Didn't I promise you kikufuku? Here—my favorite flavor, try it~!"
He held out a bag of edamame-cream kikufuku.
Sukuna's head throbbed at the sight of the bag.
—It felt way too much like the Chili-Chocolate incident.
He didn't take it, instead eyeing Gojo warily.
"You eat one first."
…You eat one first… Traumatic memories flooded Gojo; his stomach cramped.
So they were going to mutual destruction again.
He sighed a long "Ahh—"
Six parts resigned, three parts wronged, and a sliver hurt, he explained,
"This time they're really not tampered with."
He pushed the bag toward Sukuna again.
Sukuna hesitated for two seconds, then took the bag from Gojo's hand.
He tore the wrapper, eyed the dumplings, randomly pointed at one, and told the smiling Gojo,
"You eat this."
Gojo: "…"
His delighted smile froze—so you only took it to make sure I couldn't pick a poisoned one?!
Twitching, Gojo still obeyed and lifted the designated dumpling.
He chewed and sighed inwardly… if he'd known, he wouldn't have pranked—this PTSD is brutal!
Watching the drama, Nobara whispered the Chili-Chocolate tale to Junpei, stressing how unreliable Teacher Gojo was.
Junpei's mouth twitched as he listened.
Put chili in chocolate—does the chocolate even know what you did to it?
He thought of his own "training schedule" supposedly designed by Teacher Gojo and gained a unique impression of him.
This teacher… really does seem a bit unreliable.
—Student Fushiguro is better; he looks properly professional.
Once the kikufuku passed inspection, Sukuna happily shared them with everyone.
Thankfully Gojo hadn't been crazy enough to tamper with a snack he himself liked.
From the sofa, Gojo munched a dumpling and said,
"I'm not coming back tonight; don't wait up."
"OK."
Sukuna signed "got it" and kept eating.
Fushiguro's chopsticks paused; he hesitated but said nothing, face calm.
Junpei, curious, quietly asked Nobara, and after learning Itadori still had harsher training every night, respect filled him.
He could barely survive the afternoon… Classmate Itadori must be a god!
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**[ItaSuku Side Story]**
Sukuna hugged a bag of Rice-Crunch Chips, munching away noisily.
"Yuji~ (crunch) these are so good! (crunch) Want some?"
Sitting on the bed inside his Innate Domain, Itadori looked up and smiled.
[No thanks, I don't snack—you eat.]
Sukuna blinked, regret flickering as he eyed the treat.
He lifted a piece, holding it up.
"…Sure you don't want it?"
"…If you don't, I'm finishing them all."
Itadori answered with a grin.
[Mm-hmm! Go ahead~]
Certain now, Sukuna happily resumed crunching.
Watching him, the Itadori inside the Innate Domain curved his lips.
He rubbed his stomach—
Sigh~
A stomach only holds so much.
If he ate, his Sukuna couldn't… better leave room so his Sukuna could enjoy more~
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