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IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
WHY? Why would her best friend be sitting covered simply by a cloth in a morgue right now? Why did he purposely switch places with Sukuna knowing he would die? She knew the answer to that question, but didn't want to accept it. Hiyori wanted to be angry, no, furious, with Yuji — for breaking his promise.
But she couldn't find it in her.
The water that trickled from the shower head was a bitter cold against Hiyori's naked body. She didn't want the comfort of warmth right now, despite the fact she was near shivering. Her arms cradled her body, her red-colored locks of hair were sticking to her skin from the wetness. Hiyori's eyes were clouded with emotions, with a million and one things racing through her mind.
But despite everything she was feeling, her face held absolutely no amount of emotion. It was completely frozen with a disassociated glance, like an emotionless robot.
After what felt like a decade, her eyes shifted and traced the bathtub under her feet. Then, they stretched to check the water coming from the shower head. She didn't remember getting in the shower, had she been that out of it she hadn't noticed getting herself on the shower? Finally, her eyes drifted to her body.
With her hands outstretched in front of her body, her eyes widened with recognition. Her heartbeat sped up within a second, feeling as if it could bounce straight out of her chest. There on both of her palms, lingered some of Yuji's dried blood.
As Hiyori's breathing ran rapid, she quickly ducked under the shower water to rub her skin together harshly. Desperate to get it the hell off her. She couldn't stand it, stand the idea of all that remained of her best friend was stained on her skin.
"No, no," Hiyori murmured under her breath repeatedly, practically clawing at her skin to get rid of the crimson-colored liquid. Tears were streaming down her cheeks at this point, clouding some of her vision.
The blood of Yuji Itadori was no longer lingering anywhere on Hiyori's body, she had scrubbed it all off. But she still felt it, felt like the blood was still staining her hands. She repeatedly kept scrubbing at her palms, scratched under her fingernails, as a desperate attempt to feeling clean.
And she wasn't stopping.
( '～｀ヾ)
For one of the first times in his life — Satoru Gojo was left speechless.
He had no words, he wasn't sure what he could say. But he knew Hiyori needed someone, leaving the grieving girl by herself would do no good. She's probably going insane in that pretty little skull of hers at this very moment, Gojo thought to himself.
