[Faced with Satoru Gojo's almost roaring demands and anger erupting like a volcano, you felt no irritation whatsoever at having your collar roughly seized. You did not even blink an extra time, your expression as unshakably calm as ever.]
[You simply stood quietly where you were, letting him clutch your collar and vent his emotions, listening to his heavy breathing echo beside your ears.]
[Only when the frenzied anger flashing in his azure "Six Eyes" subsided a little, receiving no resistance in return, did you slowly raise your hand and gently pat the back of his white-knuckled hand with the cool back of yours.]
[Your voice was as flat as stagnant water, without the slightest ripple of emotion, yet it carried an unquestionable penetrating force.]
["Let go, Satoru. What are you throwing a childish tantrum for?"]
[Your impervious attitude, as though you had stripped all emotion from everything and left only absolute reason, instantly left Satoru Gojo choking on his anger when he already felt as if his punch had landed in cotton.]
[But his tense muscles still instinctively relaxed a fraction, and his fingers slowly released your collar.]
[His tall frame, however, remained before you like an imposing wall. He stared down at you, his chest heaving, looking very much as though this would not end today unless you gave him a perfect, reasonable explanation.]
[You unhurriedly lowered both hands and smoothed out the disheveled folds he had pulled into the collar of your Jujutsu High uniform. Once it was straightened, you raised a hand and quite naturally adjusted the glasses on your nose, their lenses reflecting the cold daylight.]
[Through the lenses, you met his gaze without the slightest avoidance and spoke slowly in an extremely objective tone, as though standing before a blackboard explaining a complicated mathematical