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"So what Mori reported is true," Fukuzawa hums, watching as (Name) lays Atsushi on the couch tucked away in the corner. "Kamome's balance with the supernatural has been disrupted..."
"The Mokke will return to their former lives soon," (Name) reassures, sitting on Fukuzawa's armrest. "Honorable No. 7 seems to have employed the help of a first year student. One in Atsushi-kun's class."
"Most likely to handle these new unruly supernaturals," Fukuzawa sighs, shuffling through his papers. (Name) nods in response, leaning back to rest against Fukuzawa's arm. Fukuzawa glances over at them before asking, "You aren't usually this open. Did something happen?"
"Hm?" (Name) hums softly before shaking their head. They reach up to fiddle with the patch sticking against their cheek. "...No. Nothing's wrong."
"...I see," Fukuzawa nods, his head snapping over to the couch as Atsushi begins to stir. "Ah, it seems he's recovered."
"I'll watch over the room, as always," (Name) huffs, taking Fukuzawa's seat as he stands up. "Hurry up. Wouldn't want to miss your class, would you?"
"Of course not," Fukuzawa smiles softly before helping Atsushi to his feet, his voice disappearing as he closes the door behind him. (Name) purses their lips before digging through the desk drawers. Their hand brushes against a small keychain, prompting them to slowly scoop up the trinket into their hand. They stare at it for a moment before placing it back in the drawer, slamming it shut.
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"Oh?" Yosano coos, resting her chin on her interlocked fingers. "What's this? Atsushi's been asked to the roof by a girl?"
"I-It's not like that!" Atsushi argues, quickly shaking his head.
"How do you know? Us girls are complicated," Yosano points out, earning a quiet hum of approval from Naomi.
"Well... She asked me to bring along (Name)-san," Atsushi states, pointing at the ever-quiet spirit in the corner.
"Oh?" (Name) hums, tilting their head slightly.
"She didn't really say exactly but I think she wants to meet you," Atsushi explains, earning a brief nod from the spirit.
"It's better than staying cooped up in here all day," they sigh, waving to Fukuzawa as they follow after Atsushi. After a few minutes, they finally reached the top of Kamome Gakuen. Opening the door, they immediately spot Yashiro sitting on a polka-dot blanket, accompanied by the Seventh Mystery of Kamome.
"I wish a hot guy would fall out of the sky," the duo hear Yashiro coo as she looks down at a magazine.
"Yashiro," Hanako mutters, staring at the girl with furrowed brows.
