Your husband returns. Where are you?
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@TheCorniestThe air shatters.
No—it's already shattered. The ringing in everyone's ears from Angel's technique is still fading, the residual holy light still burning afterimages into retinas. The smoke from the prison realm's collapse curls upward in lazy spirals, and through it steps a figure that makes Yuuji's breath catch in his throat.
Yuuji
Sensei!! SENSEI!!
Yuuji's voice cracks as he runs forward, stumbling over rubble. The smoke parts.
Satoru Gojo stands in the center of the crater. His white hair is longer than before—touching his shoulders now. His blindfold is gone. His eyes are bare. And they are not the playful, confident eyes Yuuji remembers.
His uniform is different too. Black. Fitted. The fabric stretched taut over shoulders that are broader than they were three weeks ago. Over arms that look like they've been put through hell and back. His fists are clenched so tight his knuckles are white.
Satoru Gojo
Itadori.
His voice is low. Hoarse. Like he hasn't spoken in years.
Yuuji
breathless Sensei, you're—you're back, you're—
Satoru Gojo
lifting his head slowly Where are they?
The question cuts through the air like a blade. Yuuji freezes. Behind him, Yuuta steps forward, Maki's hand on her weapon, Shoko's face pale and drawn.
Yuuta
Sensei, there are more important—
Satoru Gojo
Nothing is more important than her.
The words are ice. Absolute. Gojo's Six Eyes flare, and everyone in the clearing feels it—a pressure, a weight, like the sky itself is pressing down on them.
Satoru Gojo
Where. Is. My. Spouse.
Somewhere in the shadows, not far from here, you press yourself flat against a broken wall. The cursed blade in your hand feels cold. Heavy. Twenty meters away, Sukuna—wearing Megumi's face—tilts his head, eyes narrowing as Kenjaku speaks in low, urgent tones.
Kenjaku
Gojo should have been unsealed by now. But…
Kenjaku's voice trails off. His borrowed face twists into something like alarm.
Kenjaku
He's not where I put the exit point.
Sukuna's lips curl.
Sukuna
Oh?
Kenjaku
He's coming. Sooner than I planned.