“Ooh, that looks like it hurt... Are you okay?”

“Nice plan.”

The Summer was never the neurologist’s favourite season as it was too hot and it also bought bitter memories on a certain event that happened back when he was younger. To make things worse, as the academy will be closed, that would mean the lab would be as well which meant returning to his empty home. He does has a few things to clean up but apart from that he had nothing else to do.

“Hey.” He started, “Mind if I tag along?”

“togami-kun... i’m having some trouble with these numbers.”

for the past ten minutes, she’d been poring over a number of files. it wasn’t often that the thirteenth and fourteenth branches interacted, but work on the new world program required them to be in the same room sometimes. their latest meeting had concluded, so now chiaki was doing some “homework”, actually attending to her duties as a thirteenth branch member.

and something wasn’t adding up. the report filed by the last person to take on this job didn’t match the previous report. a little discrepancy wasn’t odd, but being off by this much... well, her math was probably just wrong.

{ 真実 } “...So. How long have you been...like that, Togami-kun?” This was not the kind of conversation Naegi wanted to have, but since his (vampire?) friend just had to enter his room as the angel arrived back from a mission (that’s his fault anyway, he left the door unlocked), it was better now or never. Hence why they were sitting by the coffee table with refreshments.

“So they’ll always have the secret ingredient for their Hi-C recipe around when they need it.”

//Been kinda... eeeeh today (fireworks and general noise stresses me out) so I drew birbs as stress relief--

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! His phone. Where’s his phone?! Was it stolen? Did he leave it somewhere? He knows it isn’t in his dorm, he was playing a through a few songs during class and he remembers putting it in his pocket -- Was there an Ultimate Thief in this hellhole of a school?! Nobuo emptied his bag, turned his pockets inside out and was just overall freaking out; he’s essentially lost his voice.

He needs to ask for help but he doesn’t trust any of these weirdos... Okay maybe he’s being a bit harsh but he really needs his phone. He approached a student that seemed to be pretty normal and hoped to god they could help him find it or at least stop him from crapping himself about this.