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The first to arrive was Yuuji's twin brother. Frankly, I wasn’t surprised. Though I had no proof, I’d always suspected he’d bugged mine and Yuuji’s home. Every little thing—even if Yuuji just complained about oversalting dinner—he’d be the first to know. And now, I was certain of it.
"I always said marrying you would end badly."
He had. Even said it in his wedding speech. Without a trace of the panic a normal person should feel at a crime scene, Sukuna efficiently handled my corpse. He deftly pulled out leftover plastic tablecloth from our last backyard party from the kitchen, laying it from the living room to the bathroom. It reminded me of the rose petal path I’d walked with Yuuji at our wedding—as if this had been prepared for me all along.
"If the police ask about water usage, say you were refilling the pool. Got it?"
Sukuna instructed as he drew the shower curtain. Yuuji, eyes red, bit his lip and nodded.
The second to arrive was Yuuji’s former teacher. I’d always known Yuuji kept in touch with him, but I hadn’t expected him to be so blatant; his undisguised delight was almost absurd. The moment Yuuji opened the door, he was pulled into a tight embrace. Without letting him speak, the man launched into rehearsed comfort, as if he’d been waiting for this moment—practicing for years.
"Don’t worry about a thing, Yuuji. You don’t need to be afraid at all. Sensei will handle everything—in fact, it’s already being taken care of. Just trust me, okay? And since you must be so scared, you can’t stay here anymore. Move into my place today. Don’t bring anything; I’ve prepared everything for you."
From the bathroom, Sukuna roared:
"Gojo Satoru! If you’re trying to swoop in, get in line! Get your ass in here and help!"
Mr.Nanami was the third to appear at the door. He seemed to have rushed from somewhere far—brakes screeching, footsteps hurried—but the moment he saw Yuuji, he regained his usual composure. Truly the most reliable adult in Yuuji’s eyes.
"It’s alright. Leave it to the ADULTS. Get some rest. When you wake up, everything will be fine."
He was also the first to remember to wipe the blood splatter from Yuuji’s cheek. He took off his coat, wrapped Yuuji in it, carried him to the bedroom, and tucked him in. Then he went to the kitchen, poured a glass of milk, and—without hesitation—opened the sugar drawer. He knew this house as well as his own.
"Anyway, Megumi told me not to tell you, but I think he meant the opposite. Know your son, know his father, right? Oh, don’t be so tense. I have connections at the precinct—Megumi won’t suffer. Everyone has their first time taking the blame. Don’t worry too much about him… but don’t not worry at all either, or my poor son would be too pitiful, yeah? Hm? I could, but let’s be clear: helping him break out of jail costs extra. …If you let me stay at your place, I might give you a discount. Deal?"
If not for that phone call, I’d never have known Toji was Megumi’s father. That shocked me more than why Yuuji had ever gotten involved with such a "dangerous" person. Sure, I’d noticed the resemblance, but their personalities were so different it was hard to connect them. Still, compared to Yuuji’s senpai, Toji wasn’t the creepiest.
"Alright, I’ll handle the weapon and the… unmanageable head parts. Yuuji-kun, asleep? …So cute. Ah, I mean—it should be fine to call you that now, right? Widowhood should automatically dissolve the marriage, so reverting to your maiden name is only natural. At least, that’s what I think. After all, I’ve always preferred calling you ‘Yuuji-kun’."
I remembered Yuuji saying his senpai Okkotsu was introverted but tended to ramble while working when in a good mood. Seems it was true.
Finally, Yuuji’s uncle wrapped things up. He started by ruthlessly scolding everyone present—me included—with elegantly phrased insults proportional to their venom. Luckily, I was used to it. And being dead, I didn’t much care.
"You fools will end up just like him sooner or later."
With that, he scooped up Yuuji—who hadn’t even woken, still softly snoring—from the blankets, smiled in satisfaction, and strode out.
//.end.