#jito

Snow-jito !

Ingredients:

1 oz Bacardi Rum

1 oz Malibu Rum

6 Mint Leaves

0.5 oz simple syrup

1 oz Coconut Milk

Soda water to top

Mint Sprig for garnish

Coconut Flakes for garnish

Instructions:

In a highball or Collins glass, gently muddle the fresh mint leaves with simple syrup to release the mint’s aroma and oils. Avoid tearing the leaves to keep the flavor smooth.

Add the Bacardi rum, Malibu rum, and coconut milk to the glass. Stir well to ensure the ingredients are fully combined.

Fill the glass about three-quarters full with crushed ice to keep the drink chilled and refreshing.

Slowly pour soda water over the mixture to top off the glass, adding a fizzy, bubbly texture. Stir lightly to incorporate.

Garnish with a fresh mint sprig and a light sprinkle of coconut flakes for a snowy, festive touch.

Notes:

Use chilled soda water to keep the drink refreshingly cold.

For added flavor, toast the coconut flakes lightly before using them as a garnish.

Adjust the sweetness by adding more or less simple syrup to taste.

Courtesy: My Bartender

Jito had felt anger before, it was natural wasn't it?  To get mad at Monokumi, this situation, the murderers that had been caught, the one that got away.  Those were all natural, and he could process them relatively well.

But this anger was different, it felt like he had been betrayed by someone.  Or some people.  That he was envious at some people who had gotten low scores and didn't deserve it.  Or maybe they did, but he was all the same wishing he were along with them.  He was confused, distraught, filled with dread constantly asking himself...

Why did people vote for him so highly?

Painting much like before didn't seem to alleviate the anger.  He wanted to try something different, something where he could visualize his anger and defeat it... with lethal precision.

It was for this reason that he had found himself in the SHSL Fight Directors Lab, armed with a sword held out into the air.  For a moment he felt cool, like the samurai he always imagined in the movies.  But not the honorable kind, the wrath filled one looking for revenge.  Perhaps trying to avenge their fallen lord.  That was a way to channel his anger.

And so he wildly  just swung through the air.  Looking more like a madman than a trained Samurai, if Shu were here she'd probably have some words on how to better make these moves happen.  But nevertheless it just helped to let off some steam.  With each swing he grimaced,

Why was he so high up?

Did they even appreciate him?

What's so great about the others anyway!?

How the heck did Ryoma beat him out!?

It didn't seem that swinging made the envy or negativity go away more so than just compound the thoughts.  But it felt good, it felt like he could at least target his anger for once.  And every so often he'd let out a little yelp or battle cry as he swung.  And he swung, and swung, and swung, just continuing to slash the air and working up a sweat until he heard footsteps coming up to his location.

Here he was again, making the rounds.  Consoling, speaking, trying his best to keep everyone's spirits up.  Or at the very least simmer down anger to keep it from boiling over.

Was there a point to it?  The people he thought were friends sometimes resorted to murder, and other times they were the victims.  But now?  It was like the domino's were set up in the worst way possible.  One of his loved ones might be both a killer and a victim...

No he couldn't let those thoughts penetrate his mind.  For now, best to do what he does best.  Talk people out of maybe doing something bad!

As such he found himself trecking over to the SHSL Ramen Lab.  Mayumi probably had the head of her famed ramen boiling in her blood right now and while he was sure that she wouldn't do anything drastic he just had to be sure.  Plus he liked her, and he found it fun talking to hr anyway.

He knocked on the wall as he walked his way over into the lab. 

An hour spent in her dojo had done nothing to calm Shu's spirit. She felt just as terrible as she had when she left, minus the urge to cry, which she had mostly taken care of. She knows the only way to truly fix this feeling (not that she should be feeling any better) is to face things head on.

Not wanting to go straight to his room, the most likeliest place Jito would be, Shu wanders around Station Gray. It's a delaying tactic. She's borrowing time for herself before she admits what she's done.

Her stalling comes to the end once she enters the War Area. Shu steps onto the projected line that halves the room, and looks over at Jito with a serious expression at odds with the silliness of the space.

Jito was super happy that he packed swimming trunks despite being in the winter class.  After all, there was probably an indoor pool at Hopes Peak, or maybe once summer came around he'd be able to use them.  He even traded in his usual work boots for some sandals as he flip flopped to the Surfer Research Lab.

Who knew, he might meet Kai there.  He did promise that he'd teach him how to surf.  Until then though, he was just going to do what he usually did when he went to the beach.

Digging a hole in a sand.

Yes, for some reason, despite having a big fun beach with a casino ship in the waters, Jito found a spot on the beach where the same was just wet enough that it was easy to dig.  And did he did, clawing up sand to widen up the hole until it started to collapse in on itself.  Then he'd start again, trying to carefully make the hole as big as possible without it collapsing.

Eventually he seemed to be making some headway, making a wide hole that he could stand inside, eventually water began to pool in from underneath and make a sort of pool inside and he promptly sat in it, leaning against the edge of the hole like he were in some kind of makeshift hot tub.

"Ah yes... this is the life."

Not that Shu has much of a frame of reference, but are laboratories supposed to be this cold? She hugs her arms around her body as she walks through the Chemist Research Lab, shivering all the while. As far as she knew, her science classes had always been held at a normal room temperature.

The lab might as well be an icebox.

"This place is the worst!"

Maybe she can find a fur-lined lab coat somewhere. She needs it!

Time heals all wounds, or so they say.  To some extent the saying was true as Jito was able to force himself out of his room, wearing shorts and a T-shirt as the new locations opened up.  Maybe a more tropical location would mend his frozen heart right now.

The green station certainly was... warming.  Or maybe the simple change in scenery jolted something in him that made him want to explore.  And explore he did, going towards the SHSL Utaite Research Lab and by sheer luck wandered into the dressing room.

"Another one...?  Guess prince and princesses always need to look their best huh?"

He mused to himself as he began to look through some of the outfits.  Was this what was considered fashion way back whenever this stuff was made?  

Jito found himself sitting at the edge of the frozen lake in the SHSL Cheerleader lab.  He was playing around with the little ice shards that were on the table, trying to figure out how to piece it together.  He was humming to himself, for once able to enjoy a bit of piece and quiet to himself.  He was doing that a lot lately, trying o run and escape with only his thoughts for awhile.

Every so often he would look out at the mirror and simply gaze out for a few seconds in contemplative silence before going back to humming to himself and working on the frozen puzzle box.  

Though he stopped his puzzle playing as he could hear soft footsteps behind him.  Who could it be?  Arisa?  It was her lab?  But those weren't the typical clicks of her heels but regular soft footsteps.

"Ah... Hiroyuki-san.  I didn't think you'd ever come over to Ari-chan's lab."