Convincingly Evil

Yuji blinks at the sorcerer, doing his best impression of gullible-non-sorcerer, and says, “It’s all good, I’m still me!” With his hands up placatingly. Like he didn’t just slice a curse into neat little cubes because it annoyed him enough to consume one of his own fingers again.Fushiguro grits his teeth, eyes darting all over his face like he’s trying to decide whether—“Yuji Itadori, under jujutsu regulations I must hereby exorcise you!”Yeah, he laid it on kinda thick with the whole possession thing. Maybe the faux struggle between him and “Sukuna” should have been more subtle? Less shirt ripping and proclaiming “well, it’s my body!” and more “urgh, no, stop, it hurts, blergh, death, vomit, yada-yada”.“Please don’t,” Yuji sighs, because Fushiguro looks one stiff breeze away from keeling over, and he’s just not in the business of beating people when they’re down.…not anymore.