CHAPTER 29

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In just a blink of an eye, a figure wearing a black long sleeve shirt resembling a gakuran over a red hoodie, black pants, and red shoes instantly looms the esper's shadow with his muscular ones.

"Can I have my finger now, Kageyama?"

──────────── ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴀᴘ



"Pain and Regret"
↪ᴠɪᴇᴡᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ


Itadori quickly open his eyes after he regain his consciousness and energy that he exhaust from fighting Jogo which is a powerful special grade cursed-spirit that Sukuna acknowledge as a worthy opponent before he get exorcised by him.

Unfortunately, his plan to get up and scan his surrounding get deliberately destroy after he greets by Shinra's face and her worried expression.

"Yuji-kun?" she softly called while caressing his hair.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and answer his senpai, Itadori then suddenly strike by a realization about his present situation.

"Wha-What's wrong, Yuji-kun? A-Are you hurt? Does something hu-hurt?"

His body is currently laying at the ground while his head is peacefully leaning at Shinra's hips.

"Ple-Please say somethi—"

"Tha-Thank you."

And nothing comes out of his mouth after that.

Itadori didn't know what to say, where to start their conversation, and how did he end up in her lap in this kind of scenario.

"Your welcome," the esper replied in a whisper as if she know the meaning behind those heartwarming words.

No one dares to say anything after that, they simply stare at each other for a few comforting seconds before Shinra cuts it off by giving him a close-eyed smile as she slowly leans herself downward to reach Itadori's face and touch his forehead using the crook of her nose.

"Welcome back, Yuji."


。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★。・:*:・゚☆


Sitting in his magnificent seat of dignitary made out of osseous matter, the highly king of curses cannot still accept what just happened not long ago and the reason why he is somewhat encaged in his own innate domain.

Using the virile conic fingers of his left hand, Sukuna gradually brushed his messy spiked hair while staring at her front but not really minding what he is seeing there.

He's frustrated, a feeling of anger or annoyance caused by being unable to do something, which what happened to him earlier.

"That plaster saint!" He then angrily crushed the innocent handle of the seat where his right hand is resting. "How dare she finish our fight by pulling that inconspicuous technique."


START OF FLASHBACK . . .

A blank and lifeless stare.

Instead of complying on Sukuna's order, Shinra just gave him that kind of stare as she starts to stand up while keeping her brown eyes in a steady intent look at his light brown ones.

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