a cheek is squeezed , yuuji letting it happen while he watches the otherβs face β¦
then , he closes his eyes , relaxing under the touchβ¦ even though itβs a squeeze.
( brows furrowed, in between such focus to hear what was being said, and mixed emotions regarding him already meeting his father. ) i donβt care about him, however. what he said should be irrelevant.
i wasnβt the one who ate it !
( and then heβs starting to whisper so that no one else can hear- ) and that was your dad , i was caught off guard , I couldnβt fully understand what he was saying , I was looking at his face and im bamboozled with how much you look like him.
it is not a matter of how easily digestible it is, but the danger of him completely losing his body to the king of curses.
how could he act like itβs nothing serious?
β . . . β
glare shifts from him and towards where sukuna peeked, free hand latches onto his other β