The energy in the room didn't shift at first.
It just… stalled.
Like even the air needed a second to understand what had been said.
Gojo was still leaned back casually, arms behind his head, expression relaxed in that way that usually meant he was paying attention to everything at once.
Hakari was mid-laugh from something earlier.
Kirara was watching the room like a system manager trying to predict chaos.
Megumi was already quiet, sensing direction change before anyone else.
Yuji stood still.
Choso didn't move.
Then Takeru spoke again.
Same tone.
Same calm.
"…Oh yeah."
A pause.
"…Gojo."
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"…Yeah?"
Takeru didn't hesitate.
"…Nanami and Nobara are dead."
Silence.
It didn't explode.
It didn't collapse.
It just stopped.
Yuji's breath caught slightly.
"…Wait—"
Megumi's eyes narrowed immediately.
"…Takeru—"
Hakari's grin faded just a fraction.
"…That's not—"
Kirara went still.
Ryu's expression sharpened.
Uro didn't speak.
Yuta's gaze lowered slightly.
Choso's hand tightened at his side.
Hana froze.
Yorozu's attention shifted subtly, more focused now.
Kashimo stopped smiling.
And Gojo—
didn't move.
Not at first.
Then his hand slowly lowered from behind his head.
The air around him changed—but only barely.
Controlled.
Contained.
"…I see."
His voice was quieter than usual.
Not shaken.
Just… measured.
Takeru stayed where he was.
Watching.
Waiting.
Not softening it.
Not dressing it up.
Gojo exhaled slowly.
"…When?"
Takeru answered immediately.
"…Shibuya."
A pause.
Yuji looked down slightly.
Megumi closed his eyes for a moment.
Choso didn't speak.
Gojo stared forward for a few seconds longer.
Then nodded once.
"…Alright."
A beat.
Then, lighter—too controlled to be careless, but steady enough to keep the room from breaking.
"…Thanks for telling me straight."
Hakari exhaled quietly.
"…That was rough…"
Kirara nodded slightly.
"…No cushioning…"
Ryu muttered.
"…He doesn't sugarcoat anything."
Uro's gaze stayed fixed forward.
"…So that's how he operates…"
Yuta looked at Takeru briefly.
"…Direct communication… even with weight like that…"
Choso finally spoke, quietly.
"…I will remember their names…"
Hana didn't say anything—but her expression stayed soft, serious.
Yorozu looked away slightly, as if processing something internal.
Gojo finally spoke again, voice steady.
"…Alright."
A pause.
Then—
"…We keep moving."
Takeru nodded once.
"…Yeah."
And the room, slowly—
started moving again.
Not forgetting.
But continuing.