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     HIMARI WASN'T ABLE TO STAY FOR LONG, as the woman and her posse had to return back to their journey, since it'd be even more suspicious if the zen'in family found them here.

with that being said, miwa did successfully have someone deliver a letter to himari, to which the woman was now reading it, while tōji drove himari's beloved horse: marengo.

'to himari,

this might be a day or two late, as I'm sure that you've returned back on your tenacious journey. however, I only wish to thank you for your gracious antidote and for helping kōkichi and I finally reunite.

in fact, thank you for housing us both and giving us a warm shelter accompanied by well-cooked food.

though what I'm most elated about is probably the people that I'll be encountering. I've only met tōdō-san so far and although by first glance he's very intimidating, he seems very passionate about this, as he won't stop mentioning about his brother?'

himari groaned, as she leaned her head back in embarrassment, making a few glance over.

"something wrong?", getō asked, to which himari just sighed, shaking her head.

'but anyways, I wish you the best of luck, as I too wish that someday women would be on the same level as men.

hope to see you soon!

signed by useful miwa'.

himari nearly combusted into tears, as she saw the last part of the letter.

"she didn't call herself useless. I'm so happy", the woman pointed, showing tōji like a mother that's proud of her child.

"hey himari-chan, do you have more of that ice cream that you made?", gojō asked, suddenly wanting to ingest something sweet.

     "no", the woman swiftly replied, making the white-haired daimyo sag a little.

     "I miss it though..."

"and I miss scrolling through instagram and wattpad at four a.m. in the morning while listening to the jujutsu kaisen opening, BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING, DO YOU?"

"huh?? what's instagram and wattpad?", rumi asked, to which himari had grinned.

     "instagram is this app where you can post pictures, yeah pictures, remember when we were attacked by tōji and I told you what they were? yeah, so people can like them and comment. it's very cool, but wattpad! oh my gege, it's where you can read a LOT of smu—g characters...and their stories, yeah..."

itadori raised a brow.

"lady himari, to be honest, sometimes you sound very insane to me", itadori bluntly said.

     "I'M the one that's insane?! SIR, WHAT ABOUT THE DILF SITTING RIGHT BEHIND ME?! OR THIS DEMON BUNNY THAT I'M HOLDING?! OR THOSE TWO OP MEN THAT CAN LITERALLY BLAST OUR ASSES INTO OUTER SPACE?!"

     "why do you keep referring to me as dilf?", tōji asked, having to have scooted the worm-like demon over so that it'd be easier for himari to lay on his chest if desired.

"u-umm..."

"and what does op mean?", getō chimed in.

"ooohhh!! I know this one! overpowered!", itadori answered, to which himari had given the boy a thumbs up.

"but that doesn't make you any less crazy. I mean...you talk to yourself all the time, and you say you simp for hot men with traumatic issu—"

     "I know you ain't talking, mr. I-like-tall-girls-with-a-big-ass!"

     itadori scratched the back of his head.

     "that's not my type though".

     himari nearly fell off marengo as she squinted her eyes, leaning her body sideways — towards itadori — as the boy didn't look like he was joking in the slightest.

     "excuse me?"

"yeah! I like...WAIT! WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?! it's my own personal preference", itadori huffed, making himari raise a brow.

     "yeah yeah! stop being so shallow, himari-chan~"

himari offendedly gasped.

"I know you ain't talking, gojō satoru!"

     "what do you mean? I like nice girls, and quite frankly, you don't fit the category", the white-haired daimyo sassed.

     "and you wonder why you're a motherfucking side piece. but no worries, you ain't my type either", himari huffed, snapping her head the other way as sukuna started snickering.

     getō sighed as the groups decided to camp in the forest for the night, as with another day of traveling, they should be able to reach the yamadaku village.

"lady himari, are you okay? you seem very...uhhh...pressed today?", itadori unsurely questioned.

     "ugh, my baby's so smart!", himari proudly sniffled, patting itadori's head, meanwhile tōji had dropped the gathered sticks, with sukuna — back to his original form — lighting it up in flames with a flick of his fingers.

     "but yeah, I'm just on like the last two days of my period", himari casually answered, making everyone freeze.

"what?", the woman asked, to which rumi had hastily rushed over to himari's side.

"h-himari, you can't just say that out loud", rumi embarrassingly whispered.

     "huh? why not? who doesn't know that women of all ages bleed from their v—"

     "himari!!"

     the woman rolled her eyes as she sighed.

     "okay, sorry for making you all grossed out I guess", himari dramatically huffed, falling back onto her thin camping mattress as she curled up into a ball and hid entirely under her blanket.

     rumi then slightly frowned as she felt a bit guilty, however, it wasn't normal for girls to mention their feminine problems in front of others.

     the brown-haired girl then scooted away as she saw getō kneel down beside the lump of blanket: himari.

     "himari, how're you feeling right now?", getō softly asked, patting the blanket as himari refused to show her face.

     "fine", the woman spat, making getō hum.

     "are you sure?"

"mhm".

getō quietly sighed as he glanced up at gojō, who snorted as he harshly peeled away himari's blanket.

"HEY! WHAT—"

"quit sulking! no one gives a shit! we see blood everyday. those two are literally killers", gojō stated, pointing at tōji and sukuna, who both nodded and shrugged in agreement.

"I'm not sulking...", himari slightly pouted, shuffling away from gojō, who had raised a brow.

     "now now, himari, satoru's just trying to help make you feel better", getō smiled, ruffling himari's head.

     "if you're really trying to make me feel better, then give me a nine month prescription of no periods", himari muttered, making gojō and getō confused.

     "huh?"

     himari clicked her tongue in annoyance, as no one got her joke.

     "never mind", the woman sighed, looking over at getō as she asked whether she should get bangs or not.

     it wasn't until after dinner when himari and rumi had went to a nearby river to go shower that the comment had suddenly clicked in gojō's brain, making the man cover the lower half of his face.

     "satoru, are you okay?", getō asked, to which the white-haired daimyo had promptly cleared his throat, turning away.

     "yeah".