The sky brightened rapidly at a pace that could only be called dawdling. Summer nights are short to begin with, and by the time the two of them walked into the cafeteria one after the other, it was already broad daylight.
Fushiguro was already sitting at the dining table, having his breakfast.
Fushiguro: Don't ask. To ask is to fear Itadori's hurricane-like eating speed, so I have to eat first.
Chapter 29