Yuji’s throat closed up. He looked around the dusty, moldy, broken-down little apartment. And for the first time since Sukuna had ripped control away from him, since he’d watched Nanami die, since he’d heard Nobara’s scream—he felt a crack in the wall he’d built around his heart.
He was still a weapon. Still a vessel. Still a boy condemned to die. Home RESULT FOR- JUJUTSU
“Because you need a place to come back to,” Gojo said quietly. “Not a dorm. Not a battlefield. Not a prison. A home . That’s the one thing jujutsu sorcerers never get. I figured… you’d earned it.” Yuji’s throat closed up
But for this one evening, standing in the ruin of his grandfather’s apartment, with the strongest sorcerer in the world pretending to sweep the floor, Yuji Itadori felt the smallest, most dangerous emotion of all. He was still a weapon