"Itadori Tōkan." It's not a question; more a statement. The source of the voice, a white-haired boy who seems to be about the same age as Tōkan, seems to have come from out of nowhere, he walked so quietly. He steps out into the light of the hospital reception where Tōkan was signing the last release forms for his grandfather's remains to be cremated. "I am called Fushiguro, from Jujutsu High. We need to speak. Now."
"I was thinking bridge, but we can do a roof if you think it fits your aesthetic better!"
"No," says Hayashi, before Gojo gets the chance to answer. "Don't freak out the normal people, Itadori-san. Someone would worry."
"The three of you are sorcerers and I am very physically resilient," he amends.
"There was a huge curse trying to eat both me and the finger and it had also kicked Fushiguro-kun's ass so it kinda was that or dying. And no one told me it was that bad anyway, I am kind of new."
"... That just seems like dying but with extra steps and more of a body count. You are absurdly lucky it didn't end in Sukuna getting free and going on a murder spree."
"Okay, well. ... Good job kicking Sukuna's ass, anyway. And saving Fushiguro-san."
"And I will teach him everything he needs to know to be a proper sorcerer!" He pauses, then turns and points seriously at Itadori. "No eating cursed objects besides Sukuna's fingers. Strictly off limits. There, lesson done, I am a wise and knowledgeable Sensei!"
"All of them, is the plan. Then they kill me, so Sukuna's good and dead forever."
If he sounds a little bit bitter about it, one can be bitter about getting executed, and he has more than enough righteous determination to make up for it.
"Got two already," he adds, lifting two fingers up.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She pauses, then stops to bow to Itadori. "Thank you for your service. I think it's very noble."
His eyebrows knit together in some confusion. "You know, the principal and even Gojō-sensei were also like this? I feel like if one of the most evil monsters ever could be destroyed with your help, thus saving countless lives, and the only price is mine... seems like a no-brainer. It doesn't feel that noble."
"So, yes, it's a no-brainer, but I feel like if we just ask those kinds of sacrifices of people and not acknowledge and thank them for it we're losing something very important? So it is noble. Just also very practical."
"The two of you must not have met people if you think others would consider this a 'no-brainer'."