Unnatural. This atmosphere is overwhelmingly unnatural.

Misaki.

He can handle Misaki. The short stack is predictable as Hell, and the only time he engages in critical thinking was when playing a video game or…

Nope, that's it.

HOMRA.

He can't tolerate this bunch. They're ridiculous, noisy, unmotivated – why did they stay together? What point did they have other than to cause chronic chaos in Shizume?

There is no point to them.

Fushimi doesn't understand the appeal. Hell, there isn't any appeal to begin with. Misaki is just as impulsive as a dog in heat.

Aside from the fact that Misaki is virginity in the flesh.

Thanks to Misaki, Fushimi has to loosely tolerate being called "Saru-ku" by the guy with a guitar and a 24/7 at everything that breathes. Consequences be damned, Fushimi isn't wasting oxygen on correcting the brunette. There's also the porcelain doll looking girl. At the very least, Fushimi appreciates her lack of a presence and verbal engagement.

Yet it's people like this – and then some – that Misaki's willing to dedicate his life to…

Essentially, Misaki is Fushimi's best (read: only) friend.

But HOMRA is an eyesore.

Misaki's his friend.

HOMRA's not Fushimi's style.

Misaki wants both himself and Fushimi to be in HOMRA.

Fushimi would rather be around people other than those with a collective IQ of 53.

Misaki has a place here.

But Fushimi doesn't.

Misaki's part of HOMRA.

Fushimi's fed up with HOMRA.

It's nothing personal, Misaki.

Well, maybe a little personal, jaded adolescence as a factor and all.

After the longest of times since he's set foot into HOMRA, Fushimi manages to smile.