"R-run away or die," says Ijichi, looking down at Gojō's shoes—he can't quite meet the man's blindfolded eyes, yet, not so soon, not at the morgue with the body of his student right there. "I warned them that fighting was absolutely not an option."
What the heck this is ridiculously nice no one told him it was so nice. What??? He's not sure what's happening here. He's not even picking up his phone because he doesn't need to and he can just. Hold her?????? Just like that????? Since when is that allowed what the heck.
Yep! He can just hold her! She even adjusts herself to nestle closer and lean more of her weight on him and everything!
“I really, really like you, too!” she replies, beaming up at him. “… Oh, uh. Do we want to be dating? Officially, I mean.”
“… I don’t know. … Not? Doing that? We’d get to call each other girlfriend and boyfriend. I um, am mostly just asking if I can call you my boyfriend.”
“Okay! I’m glad. And I can be your girlfriend.”
She nestles a little further into him. It is excellent to be held by her boyfriend, she has a boyfriend.
Inori is, again, terrified for a moment but then nothing bad happens. In fact it continues to be good.
He's sure they must be breaking some kind of rule.
If they are breaking some kind of rule, no one shows up to tell them so! Akiho seems very comfy, and not at all inclined to move for a while.
A man who is far, far too old even for anime, waits (not so) patiently in a meeting room. "Is Yaga here yet?" he rasps to his assistant by the door. "The time of an old man close to death doesn't come cheap."
"No. I'm sorry, gakuchou-sensei," says the aforementioned assistant by the door, the very picture of refined loyalty.
(Okay, so, she thought that accompanying the principal on his trip to meet the other principal would be interesting??? But mostly she's just standing at the door and occasionally fetching tea. No wonder nobody else wanted to do this. But she will do it! She will do her best! Even if she has to stand here, counting the number of repeats in the pattern on the wall.)
And then the door slides open.
"Heeeey~!" singsongs someone who is definitely not the principal, and also probably not someone Gakuganji particularly wants to be sharing a room with.
"I'm very sorry," he says, not sounding the least bit sorry. "But Principal Yaga won't be here for a while yet."
Gojo goes and sprawls in the couch across from him, smiling faintly.
"Well you see, an unfortunate mishap happened with his schedule. Someone seems to have switched it out for one that says this meeting is going to be held an hour from now. It is a mystery who that someone could have been. But, since you're already here, I thought it'd be a good time to have a nice chat."
(Oh gosh, is that Gojo Satoru??? IT IS. It is Gojo Satoru!! She's sharing a room with Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer in probably-the-world! Aaa! He has such pretty hair!! She hopes she can get a picture with him later!)
At the door, Miwa Kasumi frowns with outward disapproval.
Gojo lets out a little laugh.
"Oh, relax, relax. I'm sure we have nothing to talk about, do we. It's not like you put my students in danger, or anything. We're on the same side, here, we just want the next generation of sorcerers to have the best chance they can!"
"Sure I do! I was just talking about how both of our priorities are the safety and education of the next generation. I wasn't talking about how, say..."
"I think you're a wrinkled piece of human garbage and that I'd happily smear the entrails of all over the walls the minute any of my students are sent into another situation like the detention center while I'm away."
This is probably something the principal's attendant should protest on principle, right, okay, she will do her best.
"That was uncalled for! Gakuchou-sensei has devoted his life to education!"
(Aaaaaa he spoke to her he spoke to her this is the greatest day of her life aaaaaaaaa he's so cool!)