printer paper (togakure)

1. nightshifts

byakuya walked along the concrete, holding his coat together. he hated nightshifts and winter. he hated the cold weather. nightshifts? he really didn't like them. 

he usually goes to sleep very early and sleeps for 14 hours. yeah, it's a lot. he could sleep for more if he felt like it. heck, he could sleep for an entire day.

at least he wasn't working with total assholes. what he wanted to know was who would be there when he stepped inside of future foundation's building? kyoko? aoi? 

he arrived in front of future foundation's building. he walked up to the door and pushed it.

it wasn't opening.

he then pushed it and it opened. what a fool.

"why are all the lights off?..." he muttered to himself. 

"oh! hey togami!" a bubbly voice called out in the darkness.

"greetings asahina. why are all the-" he began to ask.

"no time to talk going out hagakure's there if u need help okay bye!" aoi walked right past him and walked out the door.

"hagakure?..." he blinked, it's 11 at night. why would he be here?

he thought nothing of it and pressed the button to the escalator. 

he waited, rolling back on fourth on his heels. 

ding!

the escalator's doors opened up as he stepped inside, stepped over the crack. he pressed the button labelled "5".

he leaned against the back of the escalator. his eyes focused on the ceiling lights. he never noticed how strange they were. their in the shape of triangles.

"why are they in the shape of triangles?" he whispered to himself. he was brought back to reality by the ding of the escalator, alerting him that he was at his destination.

he pushed himself off of the wall and walked out of the doors, closing behind him.

he reached his hand in his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. the light shining onto his face. he squinted his eyes at this, adjusting his brightness.

he entered in the digits 102938, unlocking his phone. it wasn't really a creative password and had really no meaning. 

he went into messages and was about to text yasuhiro when he heard banging in the distance. he decided to follow the source of the noise. 

it took him a while, but eventually he got to the point where the noise was just around the corner.

around the corner, he saw...

"hagakure? what are you doing?" there, byakuya saw yasuhiro, sitting cross legged with a screwdriver in his hand.

yasuhiro turned his head.

"hey! togami, dude do you think you could help me out here? the printer isn't working.." the brunette scratched his cheek, getting ink all over his face. not like it wasn't inky before, it was, it's just... way more inky now.

"okay, first of all." byakuya walked over to yasuhiro, bending over. byakuya grabbed his hands.

"your hands are all inky. how did you manage that?" yasuhiro looked away in embarrassment.

"eheh... i don't know." byakuya groaned at his response.

"you have it all over your face too." byakuya pointed out. yasuhiro brought his inky hand up to his inky face, only smearing the ink more.