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There would normally be quite a bit of invisible pressure when being near the fellow sorcerer, but in this place, Megumi could feel the change in the air, the suppression of their abilities. The thought alone spiked his anxiety, but there didn't seem to be any immediate threats he uncovered yet.

So his approach is casual, hands tucked into his pockets while meeting the gaze of his upper classmate.

His confirmation is given with a thumbs up towards his friend, delighted to see Yuuta was not only safe but nearby as well. A bit of tension released along the shorter's muscles, giving a sigh before lowering the zipper on his jacket.

"Yuuta."

"Hello there! You're Mr. Okkotsu, aren't you?" though in the midst of tidying up the club's equipment, Himmel paused for a moment to greet the boy; placing the foil's back into their proper spots. He offered the other his free hand to shake, if he so pleased. "Good to see you! I'd hoped you might stop by-- that application you submitted was quite impressive! Are you still interested in joining our fencing club, or perhaps your other activities are taking up too much of your time..?"

The students had a knack for running him off any time he had attempted to meet with Gojo at the other's home. Unfortunately for him, they all lived down the hall.

It also didn't help that he had a healthy fear of the teen who had, essentially, ended his life. Even if Gojo was the one to finish him off there in the alley he had snuck off to die in. He would have died from the injuries he had sustained from fighting Okkotsu eventually.

Geto had spoken with Gojo about what to do to approach the young sorcerer again. His thought process was that getting on better terms with each of the students was paramount to continuing to repair his relationship with Satoru. As of right now, the teens were making it pretty difficult.

With the advice in tow, he approached.

Better Left Unsaid // Accepting

Yuuta was THE person she never had any trouble speaking her mind with. Not for the 2 years she'd known him which was a feat in an of itself for most people.

Even so.

There are things she doesn't tell him that burn a small hole in her stomach. That make her look away from time to time because she feels sour for still holding these thoughts...but Okkotsu was incredibly stubborn, and she wouldn't be her if she wasn't twice as much as him.

I'm glad you didn't stay stuck in that Idiot's body. I think about that last fight a lot in my down time and I hate that if you had stayed in his body..if you couldn't come back to me us, I would have told you I wish you had died in that battle instead. It would have been preferred.

You're always so hung up on how everyone views those you care about, that you never care about what you look like yourself. You'd have probably spent an entire lifetime stuck in a body not yours with responsibilities not yours-- just so he'd rest easier.

You're selfish but never for yourself. Only others.

"Hey! You!" Haru stomped closer and closer. Then he paused and glanced around erratically before turning his attention back to the teen. "Have you seen a rat anywhere? ...Kind of bony, missing a tail....and a eye? Grey fur?!"