Takeru was back in front of the mirror again.
Because of course he was.
The blonde had shifted.
Not gone.
Just… mixed.
Pink strands were back.
White had appeared in places that definitely weren't there before.
And now the whole thing looked like a chaotic gradient of bad decisions.
Takeru stared at it for a long time.
Very long.
"…This is getting worse."
Behind him, Yuji leaned in slightly.
"…It kinda looks cool though."
Megumi immediately replied.
"…Don't encourage it."
Hakari was still nearby, arms crossed.
"…I want it on record I did not cause this."
Takeru didn't even respond.
Just kept staring at his reflection like it might explain itself.
Then—
a new presence shifted in the air.
A voice from inside him.
Confident.
Arrogant.
Satisfied.
"…That's my brat right there."
Silence.
Yuji blinked.
"…Did his curse just compliment his hair?"
The voice continued.
"…He has the sexy genetics from me."
Hakari slowly turned his head.
"…I'm sorry, WHAT?"
Ryomen Sukuna
Inside Takeru—
Sukuna sounded proud.
Very proud.
Takeru slowly lowered his head.
"…Absolutely not."
Then—
two voices immediately interrupted from behind.
"Nuh uh."
Both Gojo's stepped forward at the same time.
Same expression.
Same energy.
"Us!"
Satoru Gojo
Satoru Gojo
Sukuna scoffed internally.
"…Please."
Gojo one pointed at Takeru's hair.
"…That's clearly inherited brilliance."
Gojo two nodded.
"…Scientific fact."
Takeru slowly turned his head between them.
Still dead serious.
Still visibly suffering through his own reflection.
"…So what you're saying is…"
A pause.
"…None of you are responsible for this disaster."
Silence.
All three of them paused.
Then—
Sukuna immediately spoke again.
"…Obviously I am."
Gojo one immediately responded.
"…Obviously WE are."
Gojo two nodded harder.
"…Obviously."
Yuji whispered.
"…Why is this a custody battle now?"
Megumi rubbed his forehead.
"…I want out of this conversation."
Fred slowly raised a sign from the corner:
"DNA dispute unresolved."
Takeru sighed.
Long.
Deep.
Exhausted.
"…I don't care who did it."
A pause.
"…Fix it."
Silence.
All three—Sukuna and both Gojo's—stopped arguing immediately.
"…No."
They said in perfect unison.
Takeru stared at the mirror again.
Pink.
White.
Blonde remnants.
Black underneath.
"…I hate all of you."