Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

It only took three short days to investigate and successfully eliminate the special-grade cursed spirit Mahito, but it felt like it had been much longer.

During this incident, Hayashizaki discovered a way to kill Ryoumen Sukuna at any time, anywhere.

Sukuna had been able to act with confidence because even if he died within Itadori Yuji's body, his soul remained in the sixteen remaining fingers, so he would never truly die.

But now, it was different.

Hayashizaki only needed to spend 50,000 points to exchange for a "Non-action Transformation," which would allow him to enter Sukuna's mental domain through Itadori Yuji at any time and kill his soul. He wouldn't have to worry about the battle affecting anyone else, and Itadori Yuji's life wouldn't be in danger. 

It could even be done in stages, with zero risk and high reward, making it incredibly user-friendly—Ryoumen Sukuna would be cursing nonstop if he heard this.

Though Yukinoshita Yukino had directly taken a week off from school with a request from Hiratsuka Shizuka, she still planned to return to school after the four-day vacation. Hayashizaki, with his time temporarily free, returned to his usual relaxed routine.

"Good morning, Hayashizaki-kun."

Yukinoshita Yukino, now in her school uniform, walked out of her room and greeted Hayashizaki, who was lounging in a rocking chair on the balcony, basking in the sunlight.

"You didn't start drinking early today."

It seemed like the morning balcony had become Hayashizaki's regular spot. Every morning, he was either drinking or simply enjoying the sunlight.

"Good morning."

Hayashizaki lazily responded, and the rocking chair gently swayed with his movements. "What's for breakfast today?"

"Rice, fried fish, and miso soup."

Yukinoshita Yukino's voice came from the kitchen.

He smacked his lips and shouted into the house, "I want some buns."

"No buns."

"There will be."

Hayashizaki told her not to worry about making breakfast and to focus on preparing her lunch box instead. He then took out his phone, opened the map, and searched for the nearest Chinese breakfast shop.

Two minutes later, Hayashizaki returned from the balcony, carrying soup dumplings and two cups of soy milk.

"Come eat."

He called out.

"I still have to make the lunch box."

Yukinoshita Yukino showed him the knife in her hand, waving it threateningly.

Hayashizaki quickly stuffed two soup dumplings into his mouth, then stood up and walked over to her. "Just move aside."

"Can you cook?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously.

"No."

Hayashizaki answered honestly.

"But I've seen you cook at least eight times, so I can just copy what you do."

His tone was full of confidence—his learning ability was good enough that learning to cook should be a piece of cake.

Yukinoshita Yukino thought for a moment before choosing to step aside.

After taking off her apron, the girl instinctively reached to tie the apron around Hayashizaki, then realized it might be a bit strange. But her hands were already outstretched, so with a small blush on her face, she tied the apron for him.

"Okay, go eat."

Hayashizaki waved her out of the kitchen.

"Well, I'll just wait and see, Hayashizaki-kun's cooking."

Yukinoshita Yukino raised an eyebrow and left the kitchen without staying any longer.

Back at the table, she picked up a soup dumpling with her chopsticks and was about to take a small bite, savoring it slowly, but the black-haired young man, who had just started working in the kitchen, quickly stopped her. The soup dumpling paused at her slightly parted lips.

"Soup dumplings aren't eaten like that."

He advised in time.

"I already tried it, and the flavor's great. You should eat one whole, bite through the thin skin, and let the soup and pork flavor burst on your tongue. If you nibble like that, you'll just splatter yourself with soup."

"Oh."

The girl responded, a bit dazed, and widened her mouth slightly to put the whole soup dumpling in.

For Yukinoshita Yukino, her usual breakfast menu didn't often include greasy foods. The soup and fresh pork burst open in her mouth, and the more she chewed, the more the flavor spread. This was a new experience for her.

Even her lips had a little bit of oil on them, glistening slightly, like jelly, making them look so smooth and tempting, one couldn't help but want to taste them.

She ate the breakfast Hayashizaki had brought while occasionally glancing at the young man busy in the open kitchen.

By the time she had finished eating, Hayashizaki had also finished preparing her lunch box, packaging it carefully to prevent Yukinoshita Yukino from sneaking a taste ahead of time.

It seemed like she'd have to wait until lunch to see Hayashizaki-kun's cooking skills.

What if it tastes bad though...

Yukinoshita Yukino thought with some concern.

But by noon, she realized she had overthought it.

The morning classes passed quickly. Though Yukinoshita Yukino had been frequently absent recently and hadn't focused much on her studies, for someone who had long held the top rank in her grade, understanding what the teacher was saying was no challenge.

After all, she had already studied it in advance.

Maybe the grades will drop a bit, but the ranking will definitely stay the same.

After picking up the key from Hiratsuka Shizuka's office, Yukinoshita Yukino arrived at the Service Club door. When she opened it, she found that she wasn't the first to arrive.

A young man with black hair was sitting in a chair, one hand resting on his cheek while the other held a magazine. A gentle breeze blew in through the window, lightly ruffling his layered black hair. From this angle, she could see his sharp jawline, his facial features outlined by the sunlight, and his long, thick eyelashes. His half-open eyes were filled with a flicker of light in his red pupils.

Yukinoshita Yukino froze for a moment, and it took her a while to snap out of it.

"What are you doing here?"

A look of surprise appeared on her face.

"I'm bored."

Hayashizaki was sitting in the client's seat, casually flipping through a magazine. "I won a bit of money from betting on horses, so I decided to drop by and see you."

The girl looked a bit speechless, but since she couldn't interfere with Hayashizaki's personal activities, she just sat down at her spot with her lunchbox, right across from him.

"Anyway, good afternoon, Hayashizaki-kun."

She opened the lunchbox, but when she saw the lunch Hayashizaki made, she froze for a moment.

The choice of dishes, the arrangement, and the portion size were all exactly the same as hers.

If she hadn't seen him make the lunch this morning, she would have thought it was her own.

So you really did copy it?

After taking a bite, Yukinoshita Yukino's small hope vanished completely—this was totally her cooking, with no personal touch from Hayashizaki at all, except that he was the one who made it.

Her feelings became a bit complicated.

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