Your tough exterior and the way it seems you push people away reminds me of a late friend. His name was Shinjiro Aragaki. He was good man, who passed away far too soon.

[Mitsuru felt a strange distance between her and the memories of her late friend, as if she doesn't care about him as much as she did before. It wasn't just with Shinjiro either, but even with Akihiko and Aigis. This was enough to make her glance to the side in thought]