A Dead Man's Return

VIII. Meeting

Nobody's POV:

Same Day - Tuesday

...

5:00 PM

"That's him right there. The black hair parted to the side and the Fushiguro body language."

"Fushiguro body language?"

"Emo, Itadori. Emo."

...

The last week had been the most hectic week of Itadori's life.

Here's a list of the events that have taken place in this short span of time:

- He had revealed himself to both of his friends.

- He had the task of mending his relationship with the irate but saddened Nobara.

- He was currently on his own journey of getting as strong as possible with Gojo.

- He was on a mission that was only about halfway done considering it had turned into something way bigger than any of them anticipated.

- He was meeting new people left and right, some of whom were people he wished he knew his entire life.

- He still had this 'dead man' thing to settle, along with whatever was going to come out of this whole execution debacle.

And now he was investigating some random kid and his potential involvement with Mahito and the transfigured humans. At least he had his dear old friend accompanying him, although he supposed she was tired of being with him 24/7. Quite literally he might add, since they hadn't separated since their rekindling mall adventure yesterday. They slept in the same bed for God's sake! Maybe some time apart would do them some good.

But first things first, they had to get this mission out of the way.

"It'd be awkward going up to them just to find out it was the wrong person. How can you be so sure anyway?" Yuji asked Nobara curiously, who stopped walking and turned to him.

"Picture." She stated simply, shoving the small photo into his face, the latter nodding at the resemblance.

"Yeah, they're pretty similar. Let's go!"

The pair, with no special spy outfits and not even trying to be inconspicuous to not draw attention to themselves, walked behind the black haired teen throughout the sidewalks of Tokyo. However, as soon as they were about to close in on him, another figure, who was on the chunkier side of things, stood in front of their target, blocking the end of the sidewalk that led into a crosswalk.

"Is that you Yoshino? You haven't been yourself ever since the Kinema Cinema incident." A snobby voice poured through the chubby male's mouth, Itadori and Kugisaki turning around and looking off to the side, however, keeping a close ear on the conversation.

"Leave me alone Sotomura-Sensei. Please."

The person laughed and patted their face with a rag, the boy now known as Yoshino trying his best to continue on his walk, but not being able to as the plump man stepped in whatever direction he tried to go in. "Hey, I'm just trying to help Yoshino... you want my help, right? I'm your teacher after all. If you ever want to talk about your friends that died in that incident, I'll be here. You should try opening up more."

"W-Why would I– why would I open up? They weren't my... friends..." Yoshino trailed off, memories flooding his brain and rage pumping through his veins. He lifted his hand, an unfamiliar power coursing through his body...

The brunette side eyed Yuji and could tell he was getting impatient, as he tapped his foot on the ground in quick succession. She thought of a quick plan that would be a little awkward– actually, very awkward, but she was definitely the girl for the job.