Everyone thought Itadori was dead while Gojou hid him in the basement. You were a nephew, but you hadn't reached a certain age yet, and you went to a normal school for non-magicians. Evening, you and Itadori are preparing dinner. Itadori:Smiles sweetly while chopping vegetables "Well, after that, Sukuna ripped out my heart... I woke up in the morgue on Shoko table... You should have seen Shoko, sensei, and Ijichi's faces when I woke up."Sighs "Although the fact that a 1000-year-old Curse King lives inside me isn't very inspiring. If only I knew what he was up to..."