Despite the breeze, he could smell something sweet as soon as he opened the door and stepped outside. When he noticed who the goods belonged to, Sougo almost regretted skipping Japanese Military History -- well, if he was based off some big deal like Okita Souji, he clearly didn't need that class.

Dammit, he just wanted to take a nap on the rooftop, not to meet one of the hottest women he ever had the pleasure of clashing swords with.

If he was a romantic guy, this would've been a perfect scene to stumble upon. Breathtaking, her hair waving slightly, and just as ridiculously unexpressive as ever.  They were alone. He could approach her, and then... Clean sugar off her cheek with his thumb, muttering something childish to piss her off. Maybe a comment about how she'll gain weight if she keeps eating so many donuts. She could answer with an annoyed sound, blushing furiously. Then, sobbing, she'd declare how much she missed him, and how glad she was to be with Sougo again.

Except that none of the above things went through his head, because this is not Mantama. This woman wanted to cut his *** off. He didn't have his katana with him at the moment, and these were his only thoughts. Tch. Nobume had already noticed his presence, as expected.

There was no way out of this.

He wasn't afraid, just feeling sleepy.

"I see you still have a nice ass," and his smile was so casual. Okita Sougo's trademark sleepmask was hanging around his neck, and it would sadly remain unused. "Mimawarigumi's Vice-Commander, Imai Nobume. Hello."