They're both in the air, veering slightly away from each other as the continue along the trajectory he's thrown them in—

—but that's not enough, is it? Sukuna is there, in the air, too, and he kicks her and punches Fushiguro in entirely different directions.

That's substantially more than just two stories down and away.

You suck, Sukuna. You suck and she hates you.

Furthermore: she will begin her dissertation on ow, and it will begin with 'why is everything suffering.'

She's alone when she reaches the ground, leaving a visible crater around her from the impact, but she might catch glimpses of Sukuna kicking Fushiguro's ass in the air while his bird shikigami tries to rescue him. One well-placed kick sends the boy down—

—and now Sukuna is right in front of her—the sheer speed— "Your turn?"

"This is excessive and I hate you," she whines.

"But we're only just getting started," he says, walking over to her and grabbing her by the shirt again before launching her up in the air a second time.

She manages to get a single petty, stupid, pointless fan stab in before everything is back to being suffering. At least she has a trickle of cursed energy to add to it. What with all of the misery.

Speaking of:

Oh god everything hurts and is misery and she is suffering itself. This is so excessive. Why is she sorcerer tough. This was a terrible invention. If she were a normal person she could just be paste by now, but no.

She might want to repeat this question when he's in the air, again, and kicks her in the stomach, again, and she lands right next to Fushiguro.

He opens his eyes, barely, to look at her, and grimaces.

She makes an unhappy whimpery-sob sort of sound. Oh no. This is probably when things start to get really bad, isn't it.

Fushiguro dispels Nue into shadow just as Sukuna lands in front of both of them, hands in his pockets again.

"Shadow shikigami," he observes. "Not the generic technique." He raises a hand to his chin and tilts his head. "I understand what happened to you," he says, nodding at Hayashi. "But you? Why did you run back then, from the special grade?"

What the fuck is he trying to say.

"What a waste of talent," he says, shrugging. "Whatever. Either way, it still won't be enough to fix this," he says, pointing at the hole in his chest.

"...fuck you."

"Come over here so I can bite your ankles," mutters Hayashi.

"I could defeat the both of you without a heart, or even my arms," he continues, grinning at him. "You weren't trying to convince me to regenerate the heart, though," Sukuna adds, now looking at Hayashi. "You were just trying to kill me. I suppose it makes sense that you would choose him," pointing at Fushiguro, "over this brat. He isn't worth very much."

"M-my life is not an anime love triangle," she says, offended. "I can't try to save him while trying to keep as many people away from you as possible. And I couldn't—" Her voice breaks a little. "Couldn't do this at all if I think too hard about him trapped in there, screaming inside you."

Fushiguro stands up. Somehow, he manages to stand up. "Fine. If I'm going to die anyway..." The cursed energy he starts accumulating is dense enough to make him actually glow, blue fiery aura surrounding his body. "Hayashi-san, please run away as far as you can."

Sukuna turns his attention to Fushiguro again. "Ah... so now is when you burn through your life to kill me. Nice. Let's see what you have, Fushiguro Inori!"

"How the fuck am I supposed to run like this," hisses Hayashi. She attempts to drag herself away from whatever insanity Fushiguro is about to do, but oh god ow that's pain that's such pain ow.

"Auugh," she growls, and then decides to uselessly fling some more needles at Sukuna instead of pathetically failing to crawl away, because she is made out of spite itself.

"With this treasure," he starts chanting, balling his hands into fists rather than making a shadow puppet, "I summon you, Yatsuka... no..." The cursed energy stops, and so does he.

And the reason he stopped is probably the way the marks fade from Itadori's skin, and the extra eyes flit shut. His claws shrink back to fingernails, and he smiles.

It seems... Itadori has regained control.

"Took you long enough."

He looks at her, and his smile turns into a grin. "I'm sorry, Hayashi-senpai. I was doing my best."