Itadori... is managing to subdue Sukuna.

Maybe Fushiguro isn't dead after all. He pulls himself to his feet—no, not yet, okay, he pulls himself to his knee, and closes his hands in twin fists, holding the right fist above the left. "Itadori Tōkan," he says, "you are no longer human. And as a cursed spirit... it is my job to kill you."

Tōkan blinks, then looks down at Fushiguro again. "...that is not what happens next. I just managed to subdue the—whoever it was. Ryōmen Sukuna, you said it was called?"

"I don't have—a choice." His shadow gains a fluid character and starts rotating around him menacingly as he says this.

"Yeah you do! And look, fine!" He points at himself where the tattoo-like markings start to fade and the claws shrink back to nails. "Just me! Itadori Tōkan!"

"That's not—the point—"

Anime logic is not real life logic. He is meant to kill Itadori while he is weak and then Sukuna will—not be a problem—

"What's all this, then?" asks a voice that is far too cheerful for these circumstances.

Fushiguro nearly loses balance at that, and he is definitely startled away from making his shadows swirl menacingly. "Gojō-sensei!"

Okay that "anime" theory is getting more and more plausible by the minute what the fuck.

"Hey!" says the blindfolded man with white hair and an incessant smile. "I wasn't planning on coming, but..." he trails off, and looks at Fushiguro. Well, turns his head towards him, it's not clear if he's looking at him or not. "Who'd want to miss you getting your ass kicked? I have to show the second years!"

Out comes his phone, followed by the obnoxious sound of a picture being taken.

Ugh.

"Are you the mentor figure?" asks Itadori. "I dig the aesthetic."

"Right in one, thanks!" He leans over to get the angle right, takes another picture of his apparent student, then gives a pleased hum. "Much better. So, where's the cursed object?"

Fushiguro falls onto the floor once more, sitting down this time, and points at Itadori.

Who opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue, and points in.

There is a long silence, as the mysterious mentor figure takes in this information.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously,"

they say in unison.

"In my defence we almost died!"

The blindfolded man lets out a soft bark that sounds almost like a laugh, then steps closer to Itadori to inspect him, leaning inches away and giving a thoughtful hum. He lifts the blindfold covering an eye, revealing one that is bright and blue and most of all piercing.

"You almost worse than died, kid. Damn, it really did combine with you."

And then he straightens back up, dropping the blindfold back to its proper location, the air of seriousness evaporating. "That's hilarious! Anything off with your body?"

"Got claws for a bit there, and tattoos, and..." He pokes the wrinkles that are now on the upper edges of his cheekbones. They had not been there before. "Used to have eyes here. Fine now, though."

"Uh huh. Can you swap out with Sukuna?"

He pauses for a second, then nods. "Yeah, reckon so."

"In that case," says the mysterious mentor figure, casually tossing the shopping bag on his arm to Fushiguro, "give us ten seconds with him. Then come back."

Fushiguro grabs the bag unthinkingly then blinks down at it. He opens his mouth, but then shakes his head and decides against asking.

"You're sure? He was going off about massacres and torture and stuff just before I shushed him."