A week had passed since then. I stood in front of his grave, with the others behind me. We were all dressed in black. His picture was there, but I couldn't bring myself to look at it. I'd been having nightmares ever since that day and could hardly sleep.

 We hadn't heard anything about Toji since then. Tears welled up in me, and I turned around and walked past Gojo. I felt his concerned looks, but I still went out.

 I heard Haibara call my name worriedly, "Miura!" 

I walked out, and the cool evening air greeted me. 

I whispered desperately, "I'm sorry, Megumi."

 Someone stepped out. He placed his hand on my shoulder, turned me around, and hugged me tightly. It was Gojo. I cried in his arms. It's crazy how just a few weeks ago, I wouldn't even let him touch me, and now he's holding me. My body didn't even resist it. 

He whispered reassuringly in my ear, "Everything will be okay." 

The others also stepped out. 

Riko placed a hand on my shoulder, "Miura, I support you." 

Geto smiled at me, "We'll find the culprit together!" 

Haibara said encouragingly, "No one will leave you here." 

Nanami agreed with Haibara, "Haibara's right, we're all here to support you 100%." 

Shoko, grinning with a cigarette in her mouth, "You know I always have your back!" 

I looked around in astonishment. More tears welled up in me.

 Gojo patted my head, "See?" 

I looked at him with a glimmer of hope. Yuji and Nobara also stepped out. 

They looked at me resolutely, "Miura-sensei, we'll support you too."

 I wiped away my tears, "Thank you, guys." 

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Gojo insisted on taking me home. We walked down the path together. It was warm outside. His hands were in his pockets.

 "We'll figure it out with Toji," he said.

 I looked at  the moon, "Toji's hatred and those wounded eyes can't be fixed, Gojo."

 There was a brief silence. 

He breathed in and out deeply, "The problem will be that this illusion sorcerer must have created illusions in front of him, making it look like you attacked him." 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I wonder who they were." 

"They call themselves the Revolution," he said.

 I looked at him surprised, "You've heard of them?."

 His expression turned serious, "Unfortunately, too often."

Again he knows about something.

 We arrived at my place. We stopped in front of the main entrance. He lifted my chin with his hands. 

He gave me a confident look, "Megumi died unfairly, but you need to stay strong so we can avenge him." 

I nodded, not so convincingly, and went inside. I noticed his gaze behind me. The garden was empty, much to my relief. I headed towards my room and saw that Kaya had already tidied it up.

 I threw myself onto the bed.

I pulled the blanket up to my face, gritting my teeth with anger and sorrow. How pathetic I was. I couldn't even protect my student.

 Tears rolled down onto the pillow, slowly making it damp. I closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But just before that could happen, the traumatic event appeared before my eyes again.

 My hand through Megumi's heart, his shocked eyes.

 I sat up abruptly, not realizing that I was sweating heavily from the memory. I breathed deeply and unevenly. Tears welled up, and I stood up, trembling, and went to the bathroom. 

I went to the sink. I wanted to wash my right hand, the hand I stabbed Megumi with. My brain conjured up the image of blood on my hands again, and I took a startled step back. Tears flowed down on their own, and I caught myself in the mirror. I looked so pale. 

I left the bathroom and went to the sliding door, opened it, and sat on the edge, staring out into the dark night.

 I was afraid to sleep. I was afraid to see Megumi in my dreams.

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I didn't notice how much time had passed until the sun rose. Kaya knocked on my door. 

She called out worriedly, "Miura, your father is calling for you." 

The sunrise was just too beautiful for me to react seriously. 

Her voice persisted, but this time, it sounded pleading, "Miura, please..."

 I sighed and went to the door, opening it. She startled and stared at me with wide eyes. I walked past her and down the hallway to his room. I knocked and didn't wait, just went in. I saw him with his back to me, hands behind his back, staring out the window. He turned to me. 

His voice was gentle, "Miura..."

 I felt lifeless. "Yes, Father?"

 He crossed his hands in front of him. 

"You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened." 

He walked over to me, and I was shocked. He was actually speaking kind, encouraging words.

The impossible was happening. 

HE HUGGED ME. 

Never really, never had my father hugged me before, but strangely, my body rejected him.

 Something inside me screamed in panic, "Miura, be careful around him."

was it my inner child?

 I listened to my instinct and didn't hug him back. He released the hug. I looked him in the eyes.

 "Is that all?" 

He nodded slowly, and I turned around and walked out. I walked completely out of the estate. I suddenly felt too suffocated. Gojo stood by the wall as if he had been waiting for me. I startled.

 "GOJO!"

 He shot me a gentle smile. He was wearing a T-shirt with a gray jacket and blue jeans, and his sunglasses. 

"There you are." 

"Were you waiting for me?" 

He nodded.

 I smiled. "Who would have thought I'd ever get along with you?"

 He grinned slightly.

 "I did." 

I scoffed, smiling.