The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu High infirmary hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the room.
On the hospital bed lay a girl. Long, dark hair fanned across the pillow. Her complexion was pale, almost unnaturally so. Black markings—ancient, intricate—crept up the side of her neck like dormant vines.
Yaga
folding his arms Unconscious for three hours now. No signs of waking.
Gojo Satoru
tilting his head, hands in his pockets Three hours, huh. That's longer than I thought it'd take.
glancing at Yaga, a lazy grin on his face You know what this means, right? First the King of Curses, now the Princess.
Yaga
Don't say that lightly.
Gojo Satoru
laughs softly I'm not. I'm being serious.
Near the door, three figures hovered. Yuji Itadori had his hand pressed against the frame, leaning forward like he might be called in at any second. Megumi stood slightly behind him, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the unconscious girl. Yuta lingered at the back, peering past them both with quiet curiosity.
Yuji Itadori
whispering She's Sukuna's daughter?
Megumi Fushiguro
quietly That's what they said.
Yuji Itadori
scratching the back of his head She doesn't look... you know. Evil.
Yuta Okkotsu
murmuring She's pretty.
Megumi and Yuji both turned to look at him. Yuta flushed slightly.
Yuta Okkotsu
clearing his throat I mean—she just doesn't look dangerous.
Gojo Satoru
calling over his shoulder without turning around You three can come in, you know. She's not gonna bite.
Yuji stepped inside first, the other two following hesitantly. The girl on the bed stirred—just slightly. Her fingers twitched.
Yaga
narrowing his eyes She's waking up.
Gojo Satoru
voice dropping an octave, suddenly serious Let's see what kind of princess we're dealing with.
<Narrator>: The girl's eyelids fluttered.