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“--Cat got your tongue?” You let mischevious smirk form over painted lips towards the company across the table, finger tracing over the rim of the glass on the table. She seemed to be a bundle of nerves--a stuttering flustered mess that happened to come right back to you. The scene before you playing out identical to your previous encounter with her. How cute.

It was late, too late at night. And while the inhabitants of that very dorm were no strangers to the concept, the last stroke of midnight had passed by a while now; while she would have chosen to spend the few hours separating her from daybreak in her bed after a restoring shower, exams were getting closer. The weekend would have allowed her to rest some other time; there were some texts in the command room, on the highest floor of the dorm, she needed to consult. Saying it was a mere thirst of academic knowledge, though, would be wrong: the matters discussed in those books could touch the most various topics.

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They had been in Tartarus for a while, exploring separately. However, Karin seemed to be keen on going with Yukari this time, even when they took separate paths, they eventually found that the paths would loop on their own. This visit to Tartarus was very chill, so at the very least, Yukari had no intention to fight with Shadows this time. Not by herself.

“Again, Karin?” Yukari blinked at the girl again. She guessed that last room had more than one exit, and it lead to her. “Let’s just go back to the stairs. I think someone else found them by now.” Yukari had to admit, the girl was very fast on her feet. Either that, or she had a lot of luck finding her way around.

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It wasn’t really that late. Chagall Café never really had a day where it was extremely busy, which was good for Minako. As a part-timer, she earned very little money, but she managed and had enough time to goof for a moment... Of course, it was only on her break.

She took a sip of her Pheromone Coffee... Which totally wasn’t raising her actual charm, but Minako liked to think it was. Maybe that was the charm behind the coffee? Make-believe situation? “Ah...” She walked over to a table, sat down, and took another sip...

However, she realized she had been sitting in front of someone, already sitting down by herself... “Oh.”

Right in the carotid, too. 

He lay there, impossibly stunned, marveling at a gym ceiling full of stars; still tasting blood from a tooth-in-cheek cut from before. That was good, he thinks, utterly dazed. She did good. 

A good, clean take-down if he’d ever seen one. 

Her voice filters through the ringing in his ears at last. Akihiko had heard that worried tone before. 

He smiles a genuine-but-pained grin on the return from his muddled heap on the mat, and offers a single, shaky thumbs up.

       Shit–

      ❝Ahhh– uh, h– hey, Akihiko-senpai! Did– do you need something?❞