[ Yuji turns away. It's not easy to look at him, using Gojo's face, wearing his skin as if it fits him properly. He can remember how Yuta-as-Gojo helped in the fight, but he still wishes that it hadn't happened, that he hadn't shown up at all. It might be a cruel thing, a harsh thing, something nasty and violent inside of him, but... It's hard to quash the sensation, quash the feeling as he smothers all the strange bitterness inside of him.
It's impossible not to be so upset, so deep in his own emotions, but he stops himself from giving into the urge as he blinks back his tears. ]
Did anyone even think of telling me about it?
[ Gojo-sensei didn't mention it in their last conversation, Yuta didn't mention it, Maki didn't... No one thought he was good enough, or could handle it.
It explains why they were all so stressed as Gojo fought - more than expected, anyway. ]
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[ Yuji turns away. It's not easy to look at him, using Gojo's face, wearing his skin as if it fits him properly. He can remember how Yuta-as-Gojo helped in the fight, but he still wishes that it hadn't happened, that he hadn't shown up at all. It might be a cruel thing, a harsh thing, something nasty and violent inside of him, but... It's hard to quash the sensation, quash the feeling as he smothers all the strange bitterness inside of him.
It's impossible not to be so upset, so deep in his own emotions, but he stops himself from giving into the urge as he blinks back his tears. ]
Did anyone even think of telling me about it?
[ Gojo-sensei didn't mention it in their last conversation, Yuta didn't mention it, Maki didn't... No one thought he was good enough, or could handle it.
It explains why they were all so stressed as Gojo fought - more than expected, anyway. ]
No, it's... Whatever. Was Rika-san okay?