Well, this doesn 't look good. It doesn 't look good at

all

.

Itadori is well aware of how this must come across. Here he is, sitting right next to you in bed, and leaning over your body to the point that your lips are nearly touching. He already flinched back in surprise at the sound of Choso 's voice, but pulling away from you now isn 't going to change what Choso

already

saw.

And here comes the hardest part 'explaining what the fuck is going on.

When he himself doesn 't have a damn clue.

Itadori still doesn't understand what happened. Last he checked, he was standing outside your room, not

inside

. He doesn't remember opening the door, and he certainly doesn 't remember taking any steps beyond it. There's a strange gap in his memory that he can't seem to make sense of, or maybe it's just that he's so emotional right now that he's not thinking clearly? That could be it. His mind has been a mess lately.