[ Perhaps it will attest to just how exhausted Sumina is, that when Gojo wraps his arms around her to sweep her into a princess carry, she is utterly pliable and gives no sign of protest when she otherwise might have insisted on being able to walk. Instead, she simply leans into the gesture, resting her head against his shoulder once more. Why is this beginning to feel... familiar...?
At his question, she nods her head. ]
Mm. I'm in your hands, Satoru...
[ Quite literally. Her grip on his shirt tightens as she braces herself for the impending teleportation. ]
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At his question, she nods her head. ]
Mm. I'm in your hands, Satoru...
[ Quite literally. Her grip on his shirt tightens as she braces herself for the impending teleportation. ]