[ Yuji is normally pretty good at dealing with his enemies, at trying not to let his emotions get the better of him - there have only been a handful of cases where his anger have propelled him forward, and that's because of Mahito, Sukuna and Kenjaku. This guy. It's hard to push that away because of the burn of necessity, and he grits his teeth as he feels fingers brushing against his own; it doesn't feel right.

It feels strange, and uncomfortable, and a small, angry, hurt part of him hopes that this guy feels just as weird as he does.

Glancing away, he forces those emotions back, and he nods his head. He promised to answer the questions, after all, so he might as well be honest: he's bad at lying either way. ]

I've seen Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro. Sensei told me to see if Ieiri-san wanted to check me out, but I'm feeling fine.

[ Despite the loss of Sukuna and his cursed energy. Glancing up, he hesitates, before he goes for the throat - ]

What happened to your arm?