Please... | IshiMondo

Mondo didn't like being disturbed when he's busy doing something. People knew this, so they would never reach out to him if it was not absolutely necessary.

This is why he was particularly annoyed when his phone rang while he was in the gym with Chihiro. They had been training together to work up their strength. Huffing, he put down the weights he was holding and grabbed the device.

Unknown Number. Great.

Despite his annoyance he still accepted the call.

"Who are ya and what the fuck do ya want?"

"Ah, Owada-san." A woman's voice called out from the other side of the line. "I wasn't sure you would pick up. My name is Mahiru Koizumi, from class 77. I was calling you concerning a classmate of yours."

"For that kinda stuff ya gotta be with Taka. He handles that shit." He was the class representative for a reason.

"Ah, well, I would, but it concerns Ishimaru-san." Those words do get his attention. "He- Well, I believe it would be better for you to come see it yourself. I don't think he feels well..."