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“We’re using twice the normal amount of ginger this time,” Itadori says.

“Huh? Why?” Fushiguro asks.

“Well, you really like ginger, don’t you?”

Fushiguro looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “How did you know?”

Itadori thinks about how Fushiguro drinks ginger tea every night before bed while he reads. Thinks about how his face considerably brightens when Itadori places his pickled ginger slices onto Fushiguro’s plate whenever they go out for sushi, how he always writes ginger into their grocery list. Thinks about how he always requests ginger rice when Itadori says he’ll cook takikomi gohan, adorably hovering by the kitchen extremely conspicuously and asking if he can “taste test” every five minutes, to which Itadori always obliges out of sheer endearment –

“…Eh, just a hunch,” Itadori quips.