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There were plenty of times where his tendency to resurrect in random locations had screwed him over, but he struggles to imagine any one example worse than this one. 

It was, as he had come to find out, some sort of room that was completely locked down. It was like a one-story apartment, that had everything provided but was impossible to break free from. The only person there was this odd girl, who seems to be some kind of dangerous criminal who mustn’t be let out under any cirumcstances.

Seeing as he’s stuck in here with her, he doubts getting out will be as simple as asking.

At the moment, he’s sat on a chair -- one of several in the room. It’s quiet, but there is no sense of calm here. His eyes are tired, dark circles under them. He fidgets slightly, fingers on one hand tapping in sequence on his knee as the other sits underneath his chin. 

Finally, he breaks the silence.

“enoshima-san.” tsuna doesn’t take her eyes from the scenery, of monokumas hunting and searching for their targets, of the bright red skies contrasting with the dark debris of the city below. it’s not hard to feel apathy for the survivors left behind, the young woman not even sparing a thought for them.

after all, with her new purpose so close to her, there is no need to care.

@zetsuboblade​ said: “So say a kidnapper grabs you and throws you in the trunk of their car.”