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Sayuri's eyes widened in surprise.
"Aunt Yuki?" she exclaimed, clearly astonished. "Really? But... we haven't seen her in forever. Is she coming back from abroad?"
She was right. Yuki, their mother's younger sister, had been living overseas for years. Her job had taken her to all corners of the world, and her visits had become increasingly rare. The last time she'd stopped by, Ryosuke wasn't even in middle school. Sayuri had been barely eight years old at the time. Their aunt occasionally sent exotic postcards, but an in-person visit had become a rare event.
Their mother nodded, her smile unchanged. "Yes, she's been really busy these past years, but she finally managed to free up some time. She really wanted to see you both."
Sayuri looked even more surprised. "Really?" She paused, thinking. "She left the country what... six or seven years ago? I thought she never had time because of work."
"That's true," their mother confirmed. "But this time, she made it a priority. She won't be staying long, but she was determined to stop by. She's arriving tonight."
Sayuri gave a small smile. "Well, this should be interesting," she murmured, imagining all the fascinating stories their aunt might have from her faraway travels. She gently stroked Yuri, who was curled up in her lap, purring contentedly.
Not hearing any reaction from Ryosuke, their mother turned toward him, a bit surprised by his silence. She watched him for a moment as he stood at the sink, hands in soapy water, his movements mechanical—like the news hadn't really sunk in.
"Ryosuke, did you hear me? Your Aunt Yuki is coming tonight."
Ryosuke smiled faintly but stayed focused on his task. He carefully set a plate on the edge of the sink to dry before responding in a calm, detached tone, "Yeah, I heard you, Mom."
But inside, his thoughts were racing.
What a coincidence...
A faint, excited smile tugged at his lips.
Weeks ago, if he'd heard this news, he would've reacted just like his sister. But now that he remembered his past life—and the fact that he was in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen—his aunt had a whole new meaning.
Aunt Yuki, or more precisely, Yuki Tsukumo, one of the characters from the manga.
Sayuri glanced at her brother from the corner of her eye, frowning slightly. He seemed... different.
For several weeks now, he'd been spending hours in his room, buried in books he never would've touched before. This wasn't the carefree Ryosuke she'd always known. He seemed consumed by something deeper—something he wasn't sharing with her. It intrigued her, but she chose not to ask questions.
"Well, I'm heading out," their mom said, checking her watch. "I should be back before Kaori arrives tonight, but make sure you tidy up the house, okay?"
Sayuri nodded absentmindedly, while Ryosuke dried his hands and put away the last of the dishes.
"Yes, Mom," they said in unison.
Ryosuke had just finished the dishes. His hands still damp, he wiped them on a towel before heading toward the stairs.
His daily routine was calling—back to his room to continue studying. The bag of books sitting on his chair was waiting, full of half-filled notebooks, covered in formulas and theories—a world he'd been diving into for weeks.
But just as he placed his foot on the first step, Sayuri's voice echoed behind him.
"You're gonna bury yourself in your books again today, huh?"
Ryosuke paused and looked back at her. "Yeah, still have a lot to read," he replied calmly, a small smile on his face.
He took a step toward the stairs, ready to disappear as usual, but something stopped him. He glanced at Sayuri, who sat cross-legged on the couch. Yuri purred peacefully in her lap, enjoying her absent-minded strokes.
Ryosuke frowned slightly. Something in his sister's demeanor felt... off. He knew her well enough to sense when something was bothering her, even if she hid it behind a casual front.
Lightly, Ryosuke walked over to the couch and, without warning, ruffled her hair gently. Sayuri looked up at him, surprised, then frowned with mock annoyance.
"What, missing your annoying brother?" he teased, a mischievous grin on his face.
Sayuri wriggled out of his reach, annoyed. "No, I'm not," she grumbled, straightening up. "Go back to your room with your books, you're in my way."
Ryosuke was about to respond when a playful glint lit up his eyes. He quickly scanned the room and spotted the cushion next to Sayuri on the couch. Before she could react, he grabbed it and, without hesitation, tossed it right at her.
The cushion smacked her square in the face. Sayuri blinked, stunned, then gave her brother a look of mock outrage and amusement.
"Hey!" she yelled, grabbing a cushion of her own. "You're gonna regret that!"
She hurled the cushion straight at him. But Ryosuke ducked, and it sailed over his head, hitting the wall behind him. A triumphant smile spread across his face.
"Too slow, Sayu!" he taunted, laughing.
But Sayuri wasn't one to back down. In one swift move, she stood and grabbed two more cushions from the couch. "Let's see if you're still smiling after this!" she challenged with a smirk.
Cushions flew in every direction. Sayuri attacked with determination, while Ryosuke dodged most of her throws, teasing her about her lack of aim. Every time he dodged, he laughed harder, only fueling Sayuri's resolve to hit him.
The living room had turned into a full-blown battlefield. Cushions landed everywhere—on the furniture, the floor, even on Yuri, who decided this sudden commotion wasn't worth watching. With royal indifference, he leapt gracefully from the couch and curled up in a quiet corner, licking his paws as if to say he wouldn't get involved in the affairs of mortals.
"You'll see!" Sayuri shouted, her voice laced with laughter. She launched another cushion, but Ryosuke, taking advantage of her distraction, darted behind the couch, using the furniture as a shield. He popped up on the other side, wielding a cushion above his head like a sword.