"No, I have. It's a no-brainer via sorcerer logic, which I feel I am perfectly free to expect from fellow sorcerers, even students. But also, just because lots of people suck doesn't mean I have to."

"Curse users exist."

"...the way you said that made it sound like that is not the same thing as a sorcerer."

Hayashi makes a face, which is approximately the same face she might make if someone asked a very basic, fundamental question.

"Did you think everyone becomes a stunning hero when given 'magic powers'?" says Gojo, amused. "To be a sorcerer is to harness and channel one's darker emotions - that is, cursed energy - into benevolent ideals. And someone that is a curse user instead of using curses to achieve a benign end, is, well. The villain in your anime."

"And... your point is that sorcerers sometimes become curse users, which means that 'sorcerer logic' is not a coherent concept," Itadori says, looking at Fushiguro.

He nods.

“I think it is! The logic of the ideal of being a sorcerer. It is specifically referring to the ideal of trying to do good. Where the line between sorcerer and curse user is drawn can get messy and philosophical and everybody has different ideas of what would make the world better, some of them absolutely horrifying. But the basic ideal to be worked towards is sound. So. Sorcerer logic. The logic of someone trying to make the world better.”

"I'm with her, here," Tōkan shrugs.

He shrugs too. "Doesn't matter."

“Don’t be silly, Inori-kun!” This earns Fushiguro the dreaded hair ruffle.

“The workings of moral philosophy and how we puny humans navigate a messy world of grey on grey on black always matters.”

“But also, in more corporeal matters! We’re here, do I need to hand out pocket change like an overbearing father, or will you all sort yourselves out in finding food?”

"Food!" says Tōkan, immediately making a beeline for the relevant restaurant.

“Meet back up here so we can go dramatically eat on a roof!” calls Hayashi, amused. And then to Gojo, she says, “Nah. I have scholarship money, remember?”

And then she turns and heads off to the sushi place.

Fushiguro will follow her. He does not want to be alone with Itadori right now.

Itadori might flirt.

Soon enough, food is acquired!

Somehow, their Sensei has ramen. There is no ramen place obviously nearby. Where did he get it? It’s a mystery for the ages.

“Do you want your wise and knowledgeable Sensei to point you at the most dramatic roof with the best view, or am I to leave you to fend for yourselves as some sort of adolescent growth moment?”

"Consider it part of your apology tour of Tokyo to show us the place."

“Very well. This way, precious students!”

… Yeah, it’s a pretty nice view. And nice and out of the way, too. Pity about the stairs they had to take to get there.

“Okay,” decides Hayashi, as she removes her chopsticks from their disposable paper wrapper. “Now you may consider us friends. Since I know more about you.” This is directed at Itadori. “Fushiguro-san too, if he’d like to be, even if we haven’t unlocked his mysterious backstory yet.”

"It's not that interesting."

"You realise that does the opposite of making us less curious, right?"

“It is perfectly fine if he doesn’t want to talk about it,” says Hayashi in a tone that says she will not be countermanded. “But yes, you’re very bad at making it not sound interesting. For the record.”

"Oh yeah I do not disagree, I don't mean to pressure or anything. Just, as you said, for the record."

"Itadakimasu," Fushiguro says in lieu of interacting with the topic at all, splitting his chopsticks in the middle perfectly.

"Itadakimasu," Itadori agrees, "and to friendship." He offers his bowl for Hayashi to clink.