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❝Oi, why are you talking to yourself?❞

A question brought up with genuine curiosity, Kiryu pauses on his steps to take a good look at what one of his students could possibly be doing with their phone. Phones are meant for communication between two individuals who are tied with the unfortunate inconvenience of distance, or at least that’s what the criminology professor initially thought. 

Instead, he sees Silva facing his phone to himself and just seems to be talking to his own mirrored image on the screen.

As Kiryu takes another step closer, he also sees himself in the young man’s phone and he comes to realize that the front camera is on. A confused frown etches on his features and moves his gaze away from the phone and to his student.

Never mind the camera in the other person’s hands, what stuck out about him to Keiji was just the high energy practically radiating off his frame -- and the various little tricks in his steps. It wasn’t everyday that someone pretty much did a back flip over a bench and then move right into trying to jump a branch, all while chatting away into a front facing phone. It was honestly pretty impressive, Keiji had seen perpetrators way less spry trying to sprint away from scenes. Must have been one of those vlogging things again; not that he really cared all too much what the other was doing, but he could at least say that he gave the guy a warning or something. 

drunken confession.

❝Oh, that’s easy. Having to see my fuckwad of a dad.❞ Dabi answers just after he takes another gulp of his poison, wondering if he will be able to eventually feel the burning aftertaste that a lot of people talk about when indulging in the so-called elixir of life. He, unfortunately, knows the answer to that. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop the influence of alcohol from running in his system.

❝Sheesh, they really like you.❞ Hitoshi’s tone comes off more bitter than intended as he tries to re-focus the camera on Octavio who’s still in the midst of trying to break someone’s high score in the basketball game booth. The artist knows well enough that the high score belongs to a certain cute bubblegum-haired player of the basketball team and as far as he knows, someone has still yet to beat his score.

And it seems that’s Octavio’s goal for the day.

Hitoshi decides to divert his attention from the assortment of enthusiastic messages the streamer’s subscribers are leaving and looks at the guy over the phone. He could already feel his arms starting to ache from trying to keep Octavio in the shot for the past several minutes. 

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