“Basically!” He reaches out and grabs hold of Tokan’s shoulder, and.

Now he is lying on a couch in a dark room. It didn’t even feel like anything, it just happened. Gojo hums and turns on the nearby light. Itadori is in a small, sparse, and a little bit dusty living room, with an attached kitchenette.

“So for safety reasons you do need to stay on campus, but fortunately with how sorcerers have been playing elaborate shadow wars for centuries, there are about a dozen little weird rooms nestled away. That I know of. There’s probably actually more.”

"—wait did we actually teleport I never knew you could do that!!"

"Eh, it gets really old really quickly, so I don't do it all that often. Like marathoning math equations. It's not even an interesting problem, just tedious." He starts investigating the cabinets to see what they have in them; they're empty except for some dead bugs and dust bunnies.

"Great. I get to go food shopping," he sighs. "Any of your old things you really want to keep? I think the policy is still to donate spare clothes and stuff from the deceased, it shouldn't be too hard to pick out anything special to you."

"Not... really. I was pretty much just wearing uniforms, when Sukuna didn't decide to just rip them off anyway."

"Oh, that'll make it easier. I'll go clothes shopping for you when I'm buying your food. Food preferences? You'll be doing all your own cooking, so." He gets out his phone and starts casually typing out a text message.

He can produce some preferences. Not like he's unused to cooking for himself; he's been doing it for years.

Gojo makes a note of them (on his phone) and then says, "Hold tight, maybe look around and get comfortable. I'll be back in a bit with some training tools that are good for self study."

And then he disappears. Rather literally. He was there, and now he isn't.

Showoff.

He does look around, though, for lack of anything better to do.

........also he wants his phone back, he should ask about that later.

This place appears to be an underground apartment - it smells a bit more earthy than normal, and there are no windows to speak of. There's a bedroom that's a little bit more spacious than the one he had in the dormitory, and an attached bathroom with functioning plumbing. In the living room, there's a television with a DVD player, the couch he landed on, an empty bookshelf, and not much else. It's a little past 'minimalism' and into 'spartan,' or perhaps 'depressing.' But there's a fridge, an oven, a rice cooker, and a microwave, so that's nice. He could definitely live down here comfortably, if not perhaps pleasantly.

Eh. It's fine. Tsuyoku naritai and all that shit, he'll be out of here in two shakes.

After about a quarter of an hour, Gojo returns! He uses the stairs this time, and even knocks.

"I have your training materials," he singsongs, setting two large plastic boxes in front of the couch. On top of the boxes is a small plush bear with large blue boxing gloves on its hands.

"Thank you, Sensei! Why does it have boxing gloves, Sensei!"

"Because it will punch you if you get what we're working on wrong!" he says, brightly.

"I do not like that, Sensei!"

"Too bad, it's the only one nobody will miss!"

Siiiiigh.

He grabs the toy and looks at it. Tries pushing some cursed energy into it?

It... doesn't do anything at all.

"What we'll be working on is cursed energy regulation. To push out a reliable and steady source of cursed energy, no matter what your emotional state at the time, or how distracted you might be. This'll also help you know what your stores are like! And while you're doing that..." He opens plastic box number one. "You'll be watching movies."

He peers over into the box. "Movies," he repeats, slowly.

The box holds many, many DVDs.

"Yeah! We've got all kinds. Romantic comedies, action flicks, horror, even terrible French films. You get to keep hold of your new best friend, and make sure he stays asleep the entire time you're watching them."

"Asleep. So it wakes up if I... stop? Do it too much?"

To answer his question, the boxing bear punches him. In the face. The boxing gloves help, but it is still definitely punching him in the face.

"Once you start putting cursed energy into it, it wakes up if you stop. And punches you. It also punches you if you put too much into it. The longer you do it, the more it ramps up, and it starts requiring more cursed energy to stay asleep, and with less margin for error. Part of your assignment is sensing what that requirement is, it's sufficiently obvious to a skilled sorcerer."

"Ow," he says, glaring at the toy now yawning on the floor. "Nice jab, there, Sensei," he adds, rubbing his face and walking over to the cursed corpse to get it to fall asleep again.

"I call it like I see it, kid."

"Usually like my punches to have more sexual tension behind them," he mutters to himself, walking over to the box of DVDs again while still holding the toy.

"Hey, I won't tell you how to feel about the bear. Now, I'm gonna go grocery and clothes shopping, any last minute additions to what you want? Preferences for brands of toothpaste, maybe?"