Masamichi Yaga was panicking, seriously panicking, absolutely, utterly panicking.
After all, anyone would panic if they were sleeping peacefully at home when a Dickhead Cat suddenly barged in, stood beside their bed, and started bowing and apologizing without another word, especially when those apologies were for the ridiculous things he had done back in his school days several years ago.
Masamichi Yaga was so shaken that his first thought was that something had happened at Jujutsu High, followed immediately by the thought that perhaps this Dickhead Cat had developed psychological problems just like Suguru Geto.
Just as Masamichi Yaga frantically tried to work out how he could combine his own resources with the Gojo Clan's to get the Dickhead Cat before him off the hook, the Dickhead Cat suddenly changed tack and began asking how he had survived being driven mad by him and Suguru Geto back then.
Wait, what? What was going on?
Utterly bewildered, Masamichi Yaga could only turn on the lights, take Satoru Gojo to the living room, and make them each a cup of tea before patiently listening to Satoru Gojo recount Sherlock's outrageous antics.
As he listened, the corners of Masamichi Yaga's mouth kept involuntarily trying to curl upward, but he fought desperately to keep them down.
As the saying went, fortunes changed, so never look down on a young man just because he was poor.
Masamichi Yaga had never expected Satoru Gojo's karma to come around so quickly. That kid from outside the police station was even more outrageous than he had seemed back then!
After listening to Satoru Gojo rant furiously about Sherlock, Masamichi Yaga finally understood why he had come running over in the middle of the night.
It was simple. He had cracked.
Masamichi Yaga frantically recalled the saddest moments of