[ that much vitriol, it could almost be a barb aimed to wound his charming good looks... but no, his ego and a strict dedication to binary logic inform him otherwise, maintaining his suspicions. the jujutsu world is small, and this boy's entry into it was after his death. a face he knows... he's the right age to be Gojou's or Utahime's student, and although one is chatty and the other gullible, neither would be able to stomach his name in their mouths. ]
[ brows lift at the suggestion. there's a pause and his thumb rolls circles on the back of his hand; it isn't an affectionate gesture, just an absent-minded one that accompanies deeper thought. rather than pitch forward to keep looking at him, he leans back against the bench, casting his eyes lower — and only then recognizes that telling gold and black swirl button holding Itadori's jacket shut. ]
[ of course. and, putting their ages together... ]
Who else have you spoken to since you came here? Gojou-sensei, Ieiri-sensei? Fushiguro-kun? [ even if he attended Kyoto, he'd have to at least know who they were, right? ]
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[ brows lift at the suggestion. there's a pause and his thumb rolls circles on the back of his hand; it isn't an affectionate gesture, just an absent-minded one that accompanies deeper thought. rather than pitch forward to keep looking at him, he leans back against the bench, casting his eyes lower — and only then recognizes that telling gold and black swirl button holding Itadori's jacket shut. ]
[ of course. and, putting their ages together... ]
Who else have you spoken to since you came here? Gojou-sensei, Ieiri-sensei? Fushiguro-kun? [ even if he attended Kyoto, he'd have to at least know who they were, right? ]