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“I think we all know the answer…” /Cough/

                    “N-Nejire...”

Sometimes, Tamaki really wondered what made him put up with certain things. Right now, in the middle of a dark cave with only a flashlight and Mimikyu on his shoulder to keep him company, was one of those times.

Honestly, he should’ve expected something like this to happen. The moment Gengar saw the entry of what definitely was a terrifying place, he didn’t hesitate to go in, leaving Tamaki with the task of finding him. Really, the last thing he wanted now was having to play hide and seek in the probably haunted cave.

Hesitantly calling for his pokemon, silently hoping that maybe for once he would come back on his own, Tamaki kept walking, sure that by now they both were lost.

       just ask her, she thinks to herself.  there’s no shame in asking how she studies, right?  just... asking for study tips.  but even asking such a harmless question feels like an invasion of privacy to the secretive wakako.

What the hell happened here? The area was shredded, several people, likely villains, scattered throughout the rubble. Explained the noises she’d heard, at least. Blue eyes fall onto a costumed figure on the ground, clearly an injured hero... wait, she’d heard of this one. One of Japan’s top hero candidates, the Big Three, right...?

“Oi, don’t be stupid, m’not gonna kill ya!”

Threads stream outwards from the pro’s fingertips, wrapping around Nejire’s arm to form into a makeshift cast- should help for now, till she saw a medic. Ryuko crouches, carefully taking the student’s good arm and helping her up.

LOOK. I DON’T NEED YOU OF ALL PEOPLE JUDGING ME.

“I knew you peeked under skirts Togata-!”

“Any evil version of you, I think. It’s been weird.”