Amanai Riko could not concentrate at all that day.
The reason was obvious.
And because it was so obvious, it was all the more annoying.
In the morning, she nearly dropped her spoon during breakfast, and it took her two tries to register whatever Kuroi was saying. When she opened a book, the words blurred before her eyes, and whenever she stared out the window, time simply slipped away.
Then, whenever she snapped back to reality, the same face was already occupying her thoughts.
Yuji.
The hand that had stroked her head in front of the Tombs of the Star Corridor.
The gaze that hadn't wavered even as Gojo Satoru's limbs were being severed.
The attitude he maintained, refusing to kill even a monster like Toji.
And finally, the way he had turned his back so nonchalantly, looking as if he already knew everything that would happen.
Riko curled into a ball on her bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
"...I truly do not understand."