Mint Chocolate Cookies (World trigger)

Who Has The Answers Anyways?

Ninomiya exited the simulation room, and saw a Kunichika playing with a handheld console, not really giving a shit about what happened in her programmed room.

Tachikawa Exited after him stretching, and Ninomiya sighed as Kunichika snapped to attention to read off the scores.

"Oop! Uh, the final score was...." He hands flitted around her desk, and uncovered a screen which had been hiding under a small mountain of looseleaf paper.

"28-22 Tachikawa wins."

She sounded board, and spoke around what smelled of bubble gum, blowing a small little bubble that barely passes her lips, before making a sharp pop, before she turned her attention back to her little game.

Fifty rounds. Ninomiya thought the offer was ludicrous. Still did.

Tachikawa had eventually texted him, a week later, and seeing as though Inukai and Hatohara were about to make a floury mess of the squad room, Ninomiya decided that he might as well see what the notorious, boisterous A-rank 01 himself wanted.

Ninomiya thought it was childish and foolhardy, but that was Tachikawa's style of doing everything, so in hindsight, he shouldn't have been surprised when the man begged him for a fight or two.

Or fifty.

Tachikawa had dragged himself to the neighborhood to risk his neck to save his stupid, thoughtless and reckless, ungrateful teammate from death, and the only reward he wanted was more fighting?

That much fighting?

All in one go?

How simple minded could one person really be?

He slid out of his trion body, and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Oh, done already?" Izumi was asking, invested in a manga.

"Yup! Nino was a good fight!"

Ninomiya opened his mouth to say something snide in reply, but remembered that there was worse things Tachikawa could've made him do, and that Ninomiya still probably owed him more than he would've ever cared to.

"Something like that." He mumbled instead. "Do you to ever have a match?"

"What, with him?!" Izumi asked, like Ninomiya had just suggested he fall off a cliff. "Nah, I used to fight him 24/7 but now we know each other's moves so well, it's always a draw, and it takes to long. It's no fun."

"Yup..." Tachikawa huffed, also deactivating his trion body. "What he said."

Ninomiya would be the first to say it. The Tachikawa squad room was a fucking mess.

It was trashed with weird shit, everything from comics and mangas to unfinished homework, to a billion games and some degected, lonesome paperwork.

It was a wonder these people could find anything in the piles of nothing but disorganized crap.

Ninomiya would undoubtedly break down if he had to work in a place like this. Nothing was straightened, and it was such a tangle of everything, he was unsure how this could even qualify as a squad room.

"So, Nino, you going anywhere?"

"What?"

"Are you going anywhere? It's about time for lunch, I could treat you... unless you have somewhere to be, that is..."

"Uh, no, not really. Inukai's knee deep in a baking frenzy, so I don't think I'll want to head back there anytime soon."

"Is mochi alright?"