"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."
He nods and puts it down then goes back to his phone. He'd rather not... think about it. Right now.
“You know I sort of implied I was going to stab him, right? Ijichi-san, I mean. Grabbed him by the collar and everything.”
Akiho snorts.
“Thanks, mom.” She fidgets with her new phone for a few seconds, then says, “Love you.”
"No?" She (carefully) props up her head on her good arm. Well, the arm that isn't broken, anyway. "You know she'll probably make polite excuses to be elsewhere if you need space to have feelings. Or you can wait, she'll leave to go make sure my dad eats something soon enough."
"Or you can have time to figure it out, because feelings are complicated! My point is just that you're. Allowed to feel things. Okay?"
"No, I changed topics to why you should acknowledge your feelings instead of speaking only in hums. I nominally accepted your answer about how scary my mother is because if you don't know now you soon will."
Aaahhh she's doing it again no he'll just nope out of this for now yep this is a very engrossing phone he is not blushing you're blushing shut up.
Hayashi giggles, and then goes to fiddling with her own phone, because yay! She has a phone again!