☆Tokyo Debunker☆ [imagine]

Terms and conditions applied: 2 (Ritsu x Ghoul!MC)

(hello againn readers!! Change of plans! With holidays coming in, I will be resuming my writing and don't worry, there are several requests being written right now. So while those simmer in the drafts, enjoy the short sequel to this wacky tale.)

You consider yourself to be fairly witty and skillful to have survived in Sinostra as a relatively poor individual. Though recently, you have just discovered that reading fine prints down to their smallest detail, was a survival skill you should've developed long ago.

Ritsu's voice rang beside you, making your ears shut themselves off.

It was the fifth time he had been reminding you of the next mission this week.

And you? You've never felt so tempted to use your stigma on a trivial issue. The thing was, every time you used it, you would end up lethargic, so you held it in.

"Ritsu."

You cut him off by your classroom door.

"Are you taking this class?"

You pointed at the sign that read 'Anomalous Law'.

"I am, actually. I'm glad you asked. It's important for us to understand each other's timetables now that we are working closely as partners."

His bewildering response caused you to scoff and shake your head.

Silly ghoul, doesn't he know he was in the first year and not the third year Anomalous Law class?

He headed into class like it was where he was supposed to be, setting down his bag and laptop at the front seat. Looking up, he found you standing by the door with a smug grin, wagging your finger.

"Are you forgetting something, Ritsu?"

He did a clueless head tilt at your question, before answering you.

"I believe I seldom forget things."

He patted around his uniform and pants, eyes widening as a hand reached into his pockets anxiously.

"...I apologise, you may be right. I have indeed left something in the dorm. Take a seat beside me, MC. This is a spot I have deduced is the most conducive for lessons."

You watched in disbelief, confusion and annoyance as he slid past you, who was still stationed at the door with arms folded.

That wasn't the reaction you expected.

When students started pouring in, you spotted Moby trotting into the class, humming a made up tune.

"Excuse me, Professor Moby."

You approached him, confident to prove to no one in particular, that Ritsu had been recalling things wrongly.

"Are we having combined classes with the first years today or something?"

The tentacled professor scratched his head with an arm while another tapped on his visor screened face.

"Not that I can remember..."

A voice cut in to interrupt your interrogation.

"Sorry for my lack of punctuality, Professor Moby."

Ritsu strided into class with a mini screen controller in hand.

"I assure this will not happen a second time."

You pointed at Ritsu and turned back to face Moby with a look that screamed, 'Then what was he doing here?'

"OH! This silly brain of mine,"

The purple creature chuckled in vocaloid and pixelated segments.

"If you're referring to Shinjo, he's here to conduct the lesson today... And he will be joining us permanently for the year."