Games & Sweets

Two hours had ticked by since Mahoraga's towering form crashed into Shibuya's ruins, its cursed energy dissipating like smoke in the wind. 

The jujutsu sorcerers had scrambled to stabilize the district—sealing off stray curses, hauling debris, and tending to the wounded. Shibuya's skyline was a jagged mess of collapsed buildings and flickering lights, but the worst was over.

The higher-ups barked orders through static-filled radios, while students like Nobara, Maki, and Panda darted through the wreckage, tying up loose ends. The sky hung heavy with a bruised purple hue, a quiet twilight settling over the chaos.

Jujutsu High had turned into a bustling hub, its halls filled with exhausted sorcerers and the faint hum of cursed energy lingering in the air. Toji, still very much alive and kicking, roamed the grounds with his usual swagger. Earlier, he'd dropped a casual bombshell to the group: 

"Got a few hours left before I head to the afterlife. Don't make a fuss—just how it goes." 

Everyone—Gojo, Megumi, Yuji, even the higher-ups—took it at face value, assuming this was the original Toji Fushiguro, due to the Ogami's curse technique, came back from the dead and now ready to return to it.

No one knew that he was a transmigrator, a soul from another world riding this body like a borrowed coat. To them, he was just Toji—crass, unpredictable, and inexplicably alive until he wasn't.

Jujutsu High

In a quiet courtyard near Jujutsu High's main building, Gojo leaned against a gnarled cherry blossom tree, its bare branches swaying faintly in the breeze. His blindfold was tilted up, one piercing blue eye glinting as Toji approached. 

With a lazy flick of his wrist, Toji tossed a small, cursed-object-wrapped bundle—Sukuna's fingers—toward him, the faint pulse of malevolent energy humming in the air.

Gojo caught it effortlessly, twirling it between his fingers like a toy. 

"Well, damn, Old man. Took you long enough. Six Eyes clocked these nasty things the second you swaggered in. What's the holdup? Saving 'em for a farewell gift before you kick the bucket?"

Toji smirked, leaning against the tree beside him, arms crossed.

"Thought about hocking 'em for some quick cash—y'know, fund a little afterlife gambling spree. But nah, figured you'd cry if I didn't hand 'em over."

Gojo laughed, bright and unrestrained, the sound cutting through the courtyard's stillness. 

"Cry? Please. I'd just yeet you into the ocean and call it closure. So, this afterlife thing—you serious? Few hours and poof, gone again?"

Toji shrugged, his grin sly. 

"Yeah, something like that. Got a one-way ticket waiting. Don't get all weepy, Satoru—doesn't suit you."

"Me? Weepy?"

Gojo spun the bundle on his fingertip like a basketball.

"I'll save the tears for when you're not around to gloat. Gotta admit, though—thought you'd stick around longer this time. Megumi could use the babysitting."

Toji snorted. 

"Kid's fine. Got you clowns watching him. Just don't lose those fingers, alright? I'm not clawing 'em out of Sukuna's stomach again—guy's got worse breath than a landfill."

Gojo tucked the bundle into his jacket, smirking. "No promises. Might use 'em to spice up the faculty lounge—cursed paperweights are all the rage."

"Better you than me,"

Toji then looked at him with a grin, "Well, I want something from you. Find a weapon for me, turns out I can bring some stuff to afterlife and what's better to bring a weapon."

Gojo looked baffled and just asked, "You serious?"

Toji replied, "I am."

Gojo just sighed, raising his hands up in the air, 

"Man, I won't even bother asking about how this works, cause this shit is beyond me. So, what type of weapon do you want?"

Toji smirked, "Something that can whoop your ass."

Gojo replied, "Doesn't exist."

Toji grinned, "Well, I once had something like that, didn't I?"

Gojo understood what he meant but smirked,

 "Ah, right. But, whooped my ass? More like booking a ticket for yourself to the afterlife."

Toji said, pushing off the tree, "Whatever, just get me something like that. That's what you owe me for saving your ass today."

Gojo waved lazily, "Yeah yeah....will be back in some hours. Till then, just go deliver some milk to Megumi. Kid's been waiting for it for too long."

Toji just snorted as he left the courtyard and Gojo teleported away as well.

.....

Toji tracked Megumi down to a training room, its wooden floors scuffed and scratched, a few shoji screens leaning crookedly from past spars. 

Megumi sat on a bench, elbows on his knees, staring at his hands—probably still processing Shibuya, Mahoraga, and the weight of everything. 

His hair was a tangled mess, a faint bruise darkening his cheek, but his eyes were sharp, steady. He'd grown into something tougher, something Toji could almost recognize.

Toji dropped onto the bench beside him, stretching his legs out and letting the silence settle like dust. 

Then, softening his usual rough edge, he spoke in a tone that should've belonged to the original Toji—the father Megumi never really got.

 "Hey, kid. You did good out there. Shibuya was a hellhole, and you didn't blink. That's no small thing."

Megumi glanced at him, guarded but listening. "You really think so?"

"Yeah," 

Toji said, leaning back against the wall.

"Your mom—she'd be proud as hell. You've got her guts, her fire. And mine too, I guess, though I'm not winning any dad awards. And that Mahoraga stunt? That's some next-level shit, Megumi. Never thought you would go through my plan. But, it paid off, you've got it on a leash now—summoning it whenever you damn well please. She'd love that, knowing her kid's out here bending legends to his will."

Megumi's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking through his usual scowl. 

"I… didn't think you'd notice that. Or care. About her. About me."

Toji reached over, ruffling Megumi's hair with a rough, genuine touch.

"I'm a jackass, not blind. You're a Fushiguro—tough as nails, stubborn as me. She'd be smirking somewhere, saying, 'Told you he'd turn out better than you, Toji.' And you've got good people—better than I ever did. Yuji, that loudmouth Nobara, even Gojo when he's not being a prick. Don't let that slip, alright?"

Megumi hesitated, then muttered, 

"Thanks… Dad." The word came out quiet, almost lost in the air, but it landed heavy.

Toji paused, then smirked, breaking the moment.

"Alright, don't get all mushy on me, brat. You're gonna make me gag with this sentimental crap." He stood, stretching his arms overhead. 

"Just keep kicking ass—Mahoraga included—and we're square."

Megumi swatted his lingering hand away, scowling but softer now. "Tch. You're still the worst."

"Damn right," Toji said, grinning as he turned to leave. "Wouldn't be me otherwise."

Just then, the door slammed open, and Yuji barreled in, a whirlwind of energy despite the bloodstains crusting his uniform and the exhaustion tugging at his frame.

"Yo, Megumi! Toji-san! You guys good? I just saw Nobara wrestling Panda for the last rice ball—thought you'd wanna place bets!"

Before either could answer, a second pair of lips tore open on Yuji's cheek, and Sukuna's deep, venomous voice rolled out. 

"Well, well, the worm-slayer returns. Fushiguro Toji, skulking back from the grave—or wherever you've been hiding. Thought Shibuya would've buried you again, especially after that oversized pet of yours got squashed."

Toji grinned, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets. "Takes more than your hand-me-down curses to kill me, Sukuna. Mahoraga was a decent sparring partner. Admit that I couldn't kill it, but he couldn't either as he had nothing to adapt from me. My heavenly restriction seemed to be a counter to it's adaptability—too bad Gojo turned it into paste. Guess Megumi's the one playing fetch with it now."

Sukuna's laugh was sharp, jagged.

 "True. You have shown me something interesting. These Heavenly Restrictions weren't present in the Heian era. I'll enjoy carving you up in the afterlife, worm. I haven't researched on anyone since I came back. Maybe I'll start with that smug tongue—see if it's still flapping when I'm done."

"Bring snacks when you try," Toji shot back, unfazed. "I don't fight hungry, and you're not worth the effort otherwise."

Yuji groaned, slapping a hand over Sukuna's mouth. "Can you two not flirt through me? I'm begging you—it's gross!"

Megumi snorted, crossing his arms. "He's right. You're both unbearable."

Sukuna's lips curled under Yuji's palm. "Watch it, brat. I'd gut you too, but you're not worth the mess."

Toji laughed, loud and wild, the sound bouncing off the walls. "See? Even Sukuna knows you're a handful, Megumi. Makes me proud—my kid's got the King of Curses sweating."

Yuji wrestled Sukuna's mouth shut, muttering, "I need therapy after this."

Toji stood, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the day's chaos.

"Alright, you two—Megumi, Yuji—go grab me some games and sweets before I head out. Few hours 'til I'm off to the afterlife, so make it quick. Something good—none of that vending machine garbage."

Megumi raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Games and sweets? What, you hosting a party in the afterlife? Gonna challenge some ghost to Street Fighter?"

Yuji scratched his head, frowning. "Yeah, and how're you even gonna carry that stuff? You don't have a bag or anything."

Toji crossed his arms, his face shifting into a mock-profound expression, like he was about to unveil some cosmic truth. 

"Listen up, kids. In the space between worlds—life, death, whatever—time and matter twist. A candy bar? That's a memory, sweet and sharp, keeping you grounded in the void. A game's a legacy—every button mash, every win, etched into your soul. I'll carry 'em there, weightless, fueling me for whatever's next. Physical baggage is for chumps anyway."

Yuji's eyes widened, almost convinced. "Whoa… really? That's kinda badass."

Megumi narrowed his gaze, unimpressed. "That's absolute bullshit. You just made that up to mess with us, didn't you?"

Sukuna's muffled voice broke through Yuji's hand again. "He's full of it… but damn, I almost swallowed that garbage. Well played, worm."

Toji threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rolling roar that shook the room. "Good enough for me! Turns out, I can bring some stuff to the after life. Doesn't matter if you believe if it's real—point is, I want my snacks and games. Now hop to it, brats. Get me something worth haunting you over if you screw it up!"

"And, bring me a big bag while you are at it."

Yuji grinned, already heading for the door. "Fine, but you're getting the discount candy! Shibuya trashed my wallet!"

Megumi sighed, trailing after him. "This is dumb… but whatever. Don't complain if it's stale by the time we're back."

As they vanished down the hall, Toji smirked to himself, muttering, "Suckers. Wonder if they'll snag me a console too."