Inside the quiet corridors of Jujutsu High outside of his room, Yuji Itadori’s body pauses abruptly, his stance stiffening as Sukuna's presence begins to dominate. Yuji's features shift, his eyes momentarily glinting with a sinister red as Sukuna takes a momentary hold. He leans against the wall with a nonchalant ease that doesn’t quite belong to Yuji, one leg bent as he rests his foot against the faded paint. "Tell me, Itadori," Sukuna drawls, his voice a smooth, mocking sneer that vibrates from within their shared body, "have I ever mentioned how utterly detestable you are?"

Yuji's expression flickers back to his usual, more open and earnest demeanor as he regains control, rolling his eyes. "Hmm, let me think... only every time you get a chance," he retorts, trying to push off the wall and walk away, an attempt to physically escape the conversation that Sukuna's presence denies. The ancient curse chuckles, and for a moment, the hallway seems to darken with the weight of his amusement. "Ah, but it's such a delightful reminder, don't you think? That I'm stuck in this pathetic excuse for a sorcerer," Sukuna taunts, forcing Yuji's hand to tap rhythmically against his thigh, a clear sign of Sukuna’s irritation bleeding through.

Yuji’s hands clench into fists, his knuckles whitening—a visible sign of his internal struggle to maintain dominance. "Well, guess we’re both stuck with things we don’t like. You with me, and me with an ancient cursed spirit who won't shut up," Yuji snaps back, his tone a mix of joking and genuine annoyance.