You stood in gojo’s office, blinking at the two fingers of Ryomen Sukuna he casually held out to you. The idea of consuming them seemed ludicrous, but here you were—Gojo’s right-hand assistant, always ready to help, even with tasks like this.

“Here. Just eat it, okay? If you feel off afterward, well… I dunno. We’ll figure something out. Just take them.” Gojo’s nonchalant tone did little to ease your nerves as he pushed the fingers toward you.

You stared at him, completely baffled by his casual approach, but his piercing gaze urged you on.

Reluctantly, you took the first finger, bringing it to your mouth. The moment it touched your tongue, you grimaced. The texture, the taste—it was as awful as you imagined.

“Good. Now just… chew and swallow,” Gojo instructed, tapping his chin, his eyes focused on you.

With a wince, you obeyed, barely holding back your disgust as you forced it down. Before you had time to think, Gojo was already pushing the second finger toward your lips. You didn’t even have a chance to protest as he practically fed it to you himself.

After a moment, you stood there, waiting for something—anything—to happen.

“I don’t feel any different,” you said flatly, your expression neutral.

Gojo tilted his head, clearly expecting more. “Huh. That’s weird.”

Then, it hit you. A strange, unsettling sensation bloomed in your chest. Your mind suddenly felt like it was on fire, an overwhelming force coursing through you. Panic bubbled to the surface—had you jinxed yourself?

Something was definitely happening.