He halts. His steady breath hitches after keen ears hear his sensei’s voice. It’s the same as he remembers. Confident, a bit egotistical, with a heavy presence.
Yuji lowers his hood as blood orange orbs focus intensely on Gojo Satoru. His face crumples as he fights back the —
Walking the opposite direction, Itadori’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the familiar cursed energy emanated by Gojo Satoru.
He steals a glance and then quickly averts his gaze as he continues onward.
(〝 That’s . . not possible, 〞) he contemplates.