— from 68 years in the future. I was fighting a curse, when suddenly. I'm here. It's 2018. And I'm 16 again. I was feeling restless. So I came out here to deal with a few minor curses before going back to the school" he watched geto, waiting for the laughter he knew was coming.
He made a face, "I'm not secretly evil. Look." He sighed rubbing his face. How could he begin to explain what he didn't even understand? How would Geto react? He said he'd tell him. And he's a man of his word. "I'm from the future. And before you say anything. Shut up. I come—
the club kid .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀( He let go of Itadori ' s hood . )
⠀⠀⠀spill it . I can ' t guarantee i won ' t tell anyone but I don ' t really have anyone to tell .
He could see why sukuna preferred killing over talking. It was such an easy solution. But he will not start killing for convenience! "Okay. If i tell you. You can't ask any questions. And you can't tell anyone. Can you promise me that, Geto?"
He glanced around. He could end it here. One cleave. And he could walk away without anyone suspecting it was him. But then how would that effect the timeline? How would that effect gojo sensei. He groaned. Which could come off as an annoyed teen groan. He was in deep shit.
I am your mother .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀( he gave the hood a tug , glaring down at him . Something was wrong with this Itadori and he did not like it . )
⠀⠀⠀the hell is wrong with you .ᐣ
Yuji made a face. What was this kid even talking about? He was a grown man for fucks sake! He's probably watched more people die than geto and gojo combined! He's- "I'm 84" he muttered, before smiling at Geto. "I don't think I'm really supposed to talk to you, Geto san."
curses by yourself .ᐣ
⠀⠀⠀I ' m not sure you ' re meant to be doing that without supervision from Satoru or someone along those lines .
⠀⠀⠀you ' re a kid who can ' t fully handle yourseld just yet .
It wouldn't be that surprising if it weren't for all the other small things piling up, "I'll go now! Uh, cya mo- Mr geto!" Yuji tried to walk past Geto back to the mouth of the alleyway
"You'd be surprised. You practically look like twins..." he muttered, before smiling again, "Don't worry about the curse though! I took care of it. Honestly, it was kinda weak!" The specific tone yuji used when referring to the curse as weak, was very reminiscent of Gojo.
look like your mother at all ..
⠀⠀⠀( that one was more mumbled to himself than Itadori . )
⠀⠀⠀have you seen a curse around here .ᐣ I can ' t seem to find it ..
Different? He blinked a few times. Putting on that charming yuji smile, "Sorry mr geto! I didn't get much sleep! A bit of insomnia! I suppose! What are you doing out here?"
He blinked. He took another good look at this man. This "Suguru Geto". There was a distinct lack of stitches. Of that detatched clinical look his mother usually wore. This was the original Suguru Geto. He was a bit shocked. By now Kenjaku should have this body. So what was
⠀⠀⠀what are you doing all by yourself .ᐣ
⠀⠀⠀( He paused for a second , that stare crept him out .. )
⠀⠀⠀and are you alright .ᐣ Something seems quite off about you ..
"Mom." That word was spat disdain, venom of years of pent up anger. "You don't need to fake your identity around me." He turned to face Geto fully, his eyes narrowing as he stared down Geto like he owed him six months of rent.
"I took care of it" he took his hands out of his pockets, removing the hood (shh pretend i had a hood on), "Geto Suguru." He felt like he recognized the name. Something mentioned in passing? That face though? It'd haunted him since he was a child.
I know you .
⠀⠀⠀( he looked around slightly . )
⠀⠀⠀I ' m looking for a cursed spirit . Have you seen one around .ᐣ
⠀⠀( Something feels wrong about this Itadori .. It feels like he should keep an eye on him , a close eye . )