"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 met you today, and the most salient details I know about you are that you want to punch curses and that you ate a cursed, mummified finger. I would not yet classify us as friends."
"Don't worry, Tokan-kun! I like you! And I found a sushi place that's next to a steak place, so we can get something from each and eat somewhere scenic."
"Are you going to take us to the top of a building to dramatically look out over the city?"
"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."
"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'm 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."
"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.