“You,” he snapped. You’d never seen that Itadori boy angry quite like this. It almost scared you, making you quiver. You were tied up with cursed ropes, bound to a chair in a candlelit holding room under the Jujutsu Tech. You had just defected, working with Mahito and Geto now, selling out your old friends. But Megumi dragged you back after knocking you unconscious. Now, your friend who you were used to being sweet and bubbly, stood over you with a dark scowl on his face.