He can’t deny the surprise he feels when he sees her standing within the Ninth, as if maybe he’s in some sort of dream. That wouldn’t be entirely out of the question, would it? On particularly sleepless days he sometimes moved through the division in a haze. Shuuhei very nearly pinches himself to see if that is the case but no, this was really happening. The back of his neck feels a little hot and he does his best to ignore it, the files he’d gone and retrieved held fast beneath his arm. Don’t make a fool out of yourself! he quietly reprimands, chest puffed out a moment later as he gathers himself to go up and greet her properly.
“Junko-san.” The only name he had to go by, hopefully she didn’t find it too rude that he couldn’t remember her last... if she had even given it to him at all. Some of the details like that were a little foggy at best. “It’s... been a minute.” / @soulescence
