kids are bothering you, you need to tell me. Not fight.” The boy— Megumi, Sukuna presumed— watched the man. Still, his face held no expression. “Do you understand?” the man asked. The boy sighed— and Sukuna stepped around, only to get a clearer view of his face. “Yes, Gojo.” The white dog’s—

bark startled Sukuna. It was inevitable. Some animals could see him— others couldn’t. And, lucky for him, the black dog began to bark at him, too. What a rarity, for two dogs to be able to sense his presence. “Kuro. Shiro!” Gojo scolded. Neither dog budged or stopped. Sukuna clicked his—