[ Yuta certainly doesn't and there's only gentle understanding in his voice. Knowing Kenjaku and what he's capable of, one can better be safe than sorry. Being mistaken for him does... hurt isn't quite the word for it, but the heavy unpleasant weight that's settled in his gut is something. Something to be ignored, swept under the rug, he's only got himself to blame after all, it doesn't matter. It's only when he sees Choso's movements from his peripheral and he realizes what he's doing that Yuta spurs himself back into motion, too.
They've made a mess of things and it won't do for the monks to catch sight of it. He's back on his knees to gather and stack the bags again, carefully maneuvering the broken one to avoid more spillage. A mental note is made to retrieve a broom once he's moved the bags and—
It's only a natural thing to ask — Yuta had been half-expecting the question Choso poses — it shouldn't stop him short the way it does and yet his hands still, hovering over a bag. ]
... Gojo-sensei. [ He doesn't look up this time as the quiet admittance slips past his lips, expression painted a careful blank where he stares down through heavy-lidded eyes, unseeing. ] He was the only one who could really counter Sukuna's domain.
[ It had been necessary, but only because he let it get to that point. He should have planned better, not gone after Kenjaku so selfishly, but what's done is done. ]
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[ Yuta certainly doesn't and there's only gentle understanding in his voice. Knowing Kenjaku and what he's capable of, one can better be safe than sorry. Being mistaken for him does... hurt isn't quite the word for it, but the heavy unpleasant weight that's settled in his gut is something. Something to be ignored, swept under the rug, he's only got himself to blame after all, it doesn't matter. It's only when he sees Choso's movements from his peripheral and he realizes what he's doing that Yuta spurs himself back into motion, too.
They've made a mess of things and it won't do for the monks to catch sight of it. He's back on his knees to gather and stack the bags again, carefully maneuvering the broken one to avoid more spillage. A mental note is made to retrieve a broom once he's moved the bags and—
It's only a natural thing to ask — Yuta had been half-expecting the question Choso poses — it shouldn't stop him short the way it does and yet his hands still, hovering over a bag. ]
... Gojo-sensei. [ He doesn't look up this time as the quiet admittance slips past his lips, expression painted a careful blank where he stares down through heavy-lidded eyes, unseeing. ] He was the only one who could really counter Sukuna's domain.
[ It had been necessary, but only because he let it get to that point. He should have planned better, not gone after Kenjaku so selfishly, but what's done is done. ]