"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."

"...you moron. You stupid... idiotic... self-sacrificing... moron..."

Itadori laughs, a bit, weakly, but that just makes some blood spurt from the hole in his chest. "I guess I always was one, wasn't I?"

"Yes. Such a moron," she agrees, and her voice breaks and she lets her tears fall. "I'm sorry..."

"You don't have anything to apologise for. Just... live a long life, okay?"

And he falls.

Well then, now she has every reason to break down crying properly. In her heap of misery on the ground. Everything hurts, and everything is terrible, and her allies betrayed her, and she was dumb enough to fall for it, and Sukuna is the worst and her friend is dead.

Fushiguro falls to his knees, too, and starts sobbing into one hand.