You'll Never Walk Alone

18

A week has passed since the incident occured. You and Yuji hadn't spoken a word from that day onwards. You didn't want to text or say anything first because Yuji got mad at you for speaking the truth.

Throwing on your school uniform, you dashed out from your room. Today was the sister goodwill event, and you were going to be in the monitor room with the staff. There was no way in hell you were going to participate. It would be unfair for all the students who want to get promoted if you stepped in the ring.

"It's going to be a long day...!" You sighed, wondering if food was going to be served or not. There's no way you're going to stay at the school on an empty stomach. They better serve some type of food because you didn't ask to be there in the first place. "Ijichi should be coming soon," since you don't live on campus, Ijichi is your uber driver from school and back home.

You folded your arms above your head as you did side stretches, pulling your side muscles for the long day coming. "Now, it's time to slip on my shoes,"

After putting on your shoes, you opened the front door to see a red envelope in front of you. You tilted your head to the side, wondering how it got here. You didn't have neighbors; your house was secluded from others.

"What's inside?" Picking up the envelope, you examined it as you flipped it back and forth. "There's no sender on it... Was it really meant for me?" Your brows knitted and you decided to open it anyways. Curiosity convinced you.

Your pointer finger hooked under the sealed tab and carefully ripped it open. Once the tab was unsealed, you pulled out a letter which said: I know who killed your parents. It wasn't just a curse user behind it

Immediately, you dropped the paper as it fell to the floor and stared at it in horror. Your body shivered from the eeriness, and your heart raced a mile away as this seemed so bizarre and terrifying. Blinking a couple of times as you regained your senses, you poked your head through your door to see if the perpetrator was hiding, but you saw no one. The street was empty like usual.

"What...? Who could've sent me this? Is this just a prank?" For some reason you believed it could've been Gojo, but he would never cross the line and bring your parents into this. He can be an idiot but he's not that heartless. "But," you bent over and picked up the paper. "Maybe this is real? Who else would've known a curse user was behind this? This information about a curse user causing it is confidential till this day. It's written as an accident on the report, and my existence was known to the world after their death too."

It made you contemplate really hard because it felt too true to be real. Nobody would be able to know unless they're the higher ups or clan members.

I know I should be scared and turn to Satoru for help, but if it's true that this sender knows the mastermind of my parents' death, I need to know too. Their life ended too short and put me into misery. It's also a coincidence that it's sent to me after I made contact with Kameko. It feels like this is meant to be! I want to contact them, but I'm not too sure yet. I can't let my hasty feelings get in the way. I need to think about this...

Biting your lips, you threw the paper in a nearby drawer so you can think about it later. It wasn't the time when Ijichi would be arriving soon.

After being picked up and dropped off at the school, you decided to waltz to the monitor room instead of gathering at the meeting grounds. You remembered Gojo telling you that he's gonna present the revived Yuji to everyone. It would've been great to see everyone's expression, but since you guys didn't make up, you didn't want to go. You can't pretend that it didn't happen when he literally got mad at you.

Meanwhile with the Tokyo and Kyoto students...

Once Yuji witnessed his friends' displeased expression of his return, he was extremely bummed. He really thought they would be crying since he's been 'dead' for a whole month, and he died saving them too so their reactions should've been better.