𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 ─ 𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐇.

１０

[unedited]
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Business was slow. So your notebook was the center of your focus for a hot minute.

・avoid death ✓✓ (again)

・get in trouble ✓ (unplanned)

・destroy something ✓

・sneak out ✓✓✓

・beat the shit out of Yoshida Hirofumi (soon)

・BRO PLEASE AKI GIVE ME ONE CHANCE

You sigh setting your pen down, leaving the last two unmarked. There was nothing more boring than watching time pass through. But you let that extra time turn into adding new things to your check list.

・set a fire

・sneak something into a cabin

・crash in the supply closet

・play spin the bottle

"All that stuff and you still haven't gotten laid" he didn't even have to directly look over your shoulder to know you were listing all your wishes down

"Wow thanks for pointing it out"

"No problem" he smiles

"asshole" you suck your teeth, closing your notebook.

"The competitions pretty tough" he scans the entire room without having to turn his head very much, just discretely observing "think we'll be able to get enough people to sign?"

"Yoshida.." you blink at him "Power is barking at that woman" you point over at the horrifying scene, watching as Denji try's to wedge a spare t-shirt in his friends mouth to keep her from going off in some dog language. It doesn't do much though, her sharp teeth practically spread through it and she keeps on

"Hey, but she's signing the petition isn't she?" Yoshida shrugs as the woman cautiously swipes the clipboard of the table, scribbling a line on the page before throwing it back at the two and running for her life. It's not a pretty sight.

"She's afraid"

"It still worked"

"Huh" you cross your arms "you got a point"

There's a quiet moment you dedicate to brainstorming. Why is nobody coming to your table? Probably because everyone looked like they belonged in a crayon box compared to you and Yoshida. You needed something to draw them in. "We need an incentive" Yoshida interrupts the silence with a swift

"A who?" You blink "did you just call me a slur?"

"Hand me your notebook"

Offended, you couldn't help but stare "That's literally like me asking to hold your dick" you hoped that would give him an idea of how crazy his request was

"So it shouldn't be much of a problem then?" Clearly he either doesn't get it or doesn't care. He grabs hold of your notebook, holding it up for a second with a nod "I'm not gonna snoop"

"That's what they all say" you frown

"Kishibe's gonna saw our heads off is we don't do something"

"I thought you weren't scared of him"