Itadori laughed, and it was carefree. No one needed to look twice to know what kind of person he was, by that smile— the grin of a person who was good to the core. Still, something about that expression'd changed from before. After his 'return', there would be times when Itadori would look terribly sad. Something would waver behind his eyes when he smiled, a pooling behind that thin membrane like pent-up tears; a look reminiscent of the one he'd worn before death.
Fushiguro knew that 'something' had happened in these two months. No one had filled him in on the details, but he knew. Itadori must've looked death in the eye— both his own, and someone else's.
The longer someone immersed themselves in jujutsu sorcery, the less able they were to smile without their conscience to cloud them.
Itadori returned to them as a more capable sorcerer than before.
That reality felt a little like grief, to Fushiguro.
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No one needed to look twice to know what kind of person he was, by that smile— the grin of a person who was good to the core.
Still, something about that expression'd changed from before.
After his 'return', there would be times when Itadori would look terribly sad.
Something would waver behind his eyes when he smiled, a pooling behind that thin membrane like pent-up tears; a look reminiscent of the one he'd worn before death.
Fushiguro knew that 'something' had happened in these two months. No one had filled him in on the details, but he knew. Itadori must've looked death in the eye— both his own, and someone else's.
The longer someone immersed themselves in jujutsu sorcery, the less able they were to smile without their conscience to cloud them.
Itadori returned to them as a more capable sorcerer than before.
That reality felt a little like grief, to Fushiguro.