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“...and that’s the least sexy thing i’ve ever heard in my life,” hajime retorts with a grimace. why are we friends again? a question he finds himself pondering almost every day. his eyes dart down to the candy bar now worked firmly into his hand, though his fingers remain loose, refusing to get a grip on it. it’s a meaningless protest.

“you expect me to believe you’re out here in the middle of nowhere without any money,” he states flatly. “yeah... that actually sounds about right, with your track record.” bet he expects me to pay for gas, too. he sighs, turning to look at the cashier who seems impatient, watching them with icy eyes. souda’s hair seems to attract stares everywhere they go.

“you know what... i will buy it,” hajime decides. his fist closes around the candy bar. he digs some loose change out of his pocket, walks up to the girl at the register, and pays for the candy bar.

 But... Now they were going to have a chance again. A chance to make their own futures. A chance to rid themselves of Enoshima Junko. Through the rehab program they had developed, the Neo World Program. All Makoto had to do now was gain their consent to allow them to do this. He had managed to obtain everyone so far. Next on his list... The former Ultimate Mechanic, Kazuichi Souda. Makoto wasn’t there for his capture, so this was going to be their first time meeting face to face. Togami had made sure they were bodyguards for him, though Makoto said he could handle it himself. So, they stood on the other side of the door, just in case. If anything got too rough, they would step in on his command. But... Makoto knew everything would work out. 

He knocked three times on the door between him and Souda, not waiting for an answer to enter. He didn’t hold anything in his hands, both by his side as the door quietly clicked behind him. And now, the two were alone. Makoto was quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath and putting on his oh-so-famous greeting smile.

                          “It’s nice to see you again, Kazuichi-san.                        You... Probably don’t remember me, do you?”

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[ 🔎 ] MYSTERY SOLVER!

this is the main reason why nobody brings their PETS to school, ryouko.

❝ h-have you by any chance seen a white, furry cat around the academy? ❞ the girl nervously asked as she stole glances from her notebook from time to time.  ❝ according to my notebook, it was last seen in my office which is not so far from here..? ❞

                              regardless, when she finally gathers enough strength to approach her classmate, it’s clear that it’s serious-- for between outstretched palms resided her beloved handheld, wrecked in ways that she didn’t know it could be. nuts and bolts are held tight underneath to keep them safe, the screen all but shattered. (leave it to her to trip while not paying attention.) if she could cry right now, she would of, but she had to stay strong. no amount of crying can reverse the damage, so now came the important question: could he fix it? 

                            ❝ Souda-kun, do you have a minute? ❞ oh, the frown on her face is heartbreaking, but she simply can’t help it. ❝ Can you.. can you fix this? ❞ 

                 ❛  is this a new project , souda - san ?  ❜      quiet , tired voice from boy absent but a moment ago penetrates the gap of silence between the tinkering of metal and tools and he neglects to move forward , reluctant to do so without mechanic’s permission.  instead he stands near entryway , the smile he adorns something small , fake , more weary than warm  ---  he doesn’t want to be here and assumes souda must feel the same and he half - wonders if he should leave , allow boy to tend to whatever it is he’s working on now and simply bear his own issues by his lonesome rather than troubling one so busy  /  one so undeserving of his pathetic presence.  fingers , flesh  &  blood , curl tighter about metal appendage hidden ‘neath over - long sleeve ; he really is quite the nuisance isn’t he ?