The aisles were war zones.
Mikasa blocked a sword strike from Kenpachi using a box of half-priced cereal.
Yoruichi flash-stepped through the deodorant section, dodging discount grenades thrown by Killua.
Vahn watched it unfold like a cashier witnessing the collapse of capitalism itself.
And yet… in all the chaos… his eyes locked with Mikasa's across the store.
Time slowed.
She stood in the snack aisle, hair tied back, hand resting on a ramen pack like it was a grenade. Her gaze didn't say "hello." It said:
"I would burn twelve timelines for you, idiot. Don't make me say it out loud."
He exhaled. "Not now…"
Behind him, Yuno appeared again. "Not now what? You hiding something, Vahny?"
"Just a mistake I haven't made yet," he muttered.
She giggled.
Ding!
Another customer.
Vahn looked up and actually cursed under his breath.
Sukuna.
Smiling. Shirtless. Holding a coupon soaked in blood and bad intentions.
"Yo," he drawled. "How much for the Jujutsu section?"
Vahn stared. "Full price. Twice."
Sukuna cracked his neck. "Good. I like overpaying."