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Usami, despite himself, brushed a tear away from the young man's face. His body was black and blue despite Ieiri-san's RCT.
He wasn't sure if he felt any pity.
It wasn't anger either- despite the mess that was made. Usami wished the younger man would have followed the rules- kept his head low or as low as Getou could as a special grade. Perhaps that was Gojo's fault. Got too close.
Rules were made to be followed- Usami had made an entire career out of it. Perhaps that's why the higher ups had given Getou to him instead of Gojo.