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JUST as the strategy meeting began to settle, the light hashira began her way over towards the door, only to pause at the voice engaging the female into conversation with a request.
"[name], before you leave, make sure to exchange contacts with them." umemiya stopped the light hashira before leaving for her patrol.
she cranes her head over, halting at the sliding door.
"...with who?" she raised a slight brow at the bofurin leader, who nudges with a nod of his head behind towards the first year trio, the second year trio, and the heavenly kings discussing amongst themselves. she blinks, her eyes looking up at his gray eyes. "I'll add them later."
"ah, ah, nope, [name]. they're worried about you. especially my younger juniors. it'll be best if you exchange contacts with them." he urged, "and for us, leader and the third years—heavenly kings, we'd prefer to have you in touch too." he grinned, watching as the younger teen squinted her eyes in skepticism.
"I'm not going to use my phone until the day of, so I'm not sure why they'd need it."
her gaze follows his hand reaching out, landing onto her shoulder.
the older teen only pats her shoulder, watching as her expression shifted into deadpan at his next words. "my juniors love communicating, and like I said—they're worried about you. especially after hearing the third rule, they're going to look out for you more than before."
"..." her eyes shift towards her phone held in her grasp, a sigh leaving her lips. "fine." she reluctantly agreed. she wasn't the best at reading emotions of how others thought of her, nor did she have the capacity to care too much.
but she couldn't get anywhere if the leader kept nudging her to actually... socialize with his juniors more, those who visibly cared for her.
"good, good!" he hummed in glee and sastification, "go to tsubaki once you're done and he'll handle our contacts." her [e/c] eyes flicker towards the long-haired male talking amongst his advisors and grade captains under his care.
"oh and—"
the female twitches at his many requests flooding her ears. "yeah, whatever, I got it." she turns her back, walking towards the first year trio to exchange contacts. so tacky...
umemiya only grins in silence, watching her interactions between his juniors. for some odd reason he has the same effect headmaster kagaya has on her...
she reaches the first year trio, discussing amongst themselves to work harder—only to pause at the looming shadow.
"what's your phone number." the trio blinks their eyes owlishly at the sudden voice, gazes meeting the light hashira with her phone outstretched towards their faces.
