Catharsis
By: Aviantei
-2a
Have you ever admired someone so much that they were all you could think about?
They were so special you couldn't even consider being anything like them. All you could do was watch from a distance. Relish in their achievements. Stay blind to their faults. The only things that existed were you, them, and that untarnishable feeling. It doesn't matter if the feeling was love or not. In some cases, admiration can even outclass love.
Have you ever admired someone so much that it hurt?
That you couldn't stand to be apart from them.
That you couldn't stand to be near them.
That every little thing they did was enough to build you up or break you down—to say nothing of the large acts they took, the ones that could shake your whole goddamn world down to its foundations.
Have you ever admired someone so much that you'd do anything for them?
Even if they didn't ask.
Even if they didn't even know you existed, until—
Until that very first moment when you crossed each other's paths.
b
Evaluating the efforts of our Tuesday Literary Club meeting, I had to say I was actually impressed.
The club of three that I'd found myself corralled into almost a month beforehand when they were scrambling to figure out how to handle their special fiftieth edition club anthology was almost through the entire base reading phase. The entire whiteboard was filled with checkmarks and X's, indicating the number of previous anthologies read. In fact, if it weren't for the new anthologies cycled into the rotation so that everyone could look at the candidates for the next round of reading, the piles of books we'd had waiting at the ready would have been almost to the tables.
I uncapped the dry erase marker and went about marking off the anthologies I'd managed to finish in the last club sitting, my line stretching far past Kuriyama-chan's and Hiroomi's above and below me. For the most part, we'd kept the tally neat, but Kanbara's marks were rather haphazard as a result of him making a big show of crossing off a book whenever he finished one. Since he was at the top, his extended checkmarks didn't make too much of a mess, so there wouldn't be any point in fixing them, especially when we were so close to the end.
We're almost done with this mess. Just a few more weeks.
"Sheesh, you made it through that many while we were just reading here?" Kanbara's voice sounded partway muffled, seeing as he'd taken to resting his chin on his folded arms across the table. The board was just far enough away that he had to squint up at my writing. "I know girls with glasses are usually the literary type, but how do you even process the words that quickly? I have to rest my eyes every couple of minutes."
"Have you considered the possibility that you're just lazy?" Nase asked in a monotone, tucking a bookmark in her current anthology volume. Out of everyone else, she was in the lead. It seemed that club president title wasn't entirely for show. She stretched out her arms above her head and cracked her neck. I was pretty impressed, considering she tended to bolt once club came to a close. "We have a chance to finish this project on time, you know. Don't go slacking now."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kanbara rolled his head to the side (at an angle that just so happened to give him a view of Kuriyama-chan). "I'm right on track to finish up on time, just like everyone else. We've definitely got this."
Hiroomi nodded, though his hands were busy packing away his anthology and notes into his bag. "I agree with Akkey. We're doing well enough that it shouldn't be any trouble to finish things up. Though if push comes to shove, I'd take on any amount of work for you, Mitsuki."
"Say that when you don't abandon club meetings for a month, Aniki."
Looking as if his soul was about to slip right out of him, Nase Hiroomi took fatal damage and joined Kanbara in the Head Meets Table Crew.
"I'm just sorry that I go so slow," Kuriyama said, fidgeting with her fingers. "I have trouble making it through even one book in a meeting. I feel like I'm spending so much time on it but not getting anywhere…"
Kanbara shot up in an instant, reaching out to grasp Kuriyama by the shoulders. "Don't say things like that, Kuriyama-san! Your mere presence as a girl with glasses means that you automatically increase my power output by twenty percent whenever you're in the room!" What was she, some sort of stat boosting equip in a video game?
"It's unpleasant whenever you say things like that, Senpai!"
"Oh, Kanbara," I said, putting on a far-too-sweet smile. "If that's the case, that means I should boost you by a further twenty percent, yes? If that's the case, why do you need all these breaks again?"
"Oh, Sugiyama-senpai, that's because if I went all out like that and used the full extent of power granted by two girls with glasses, I'd self-destruct, you see. You wouldn't want me to burn out and not be able to do any work for the club, right? So I gotta pace myself."
"Is that so?" I tucked a hand into my skirt pocket, and by chance I happened to find a cleaning cloth that was still there. My lenses were spot free, but I made a big show of slipping off my glasses to clean them, just to remind Kanbara what was possible. In reality, I knew breaks were essential and important, but that didn't mean I couldn't at least inspire some concentration. "If it's like that, then we shouldn't risk unleashing such a devastating technique. I'll be sure to come in contacts from now on."
Kanbara prostrated himself on the table so hard I was worried the thing just might break. "Please, gods, no, I beg you! I'll control myself, I promise. And I'll work hard. For the glory of glasses!"
Yeah, that wasn't even worth encouraging any further, so I exorcised Kanbara from the conversation. "But you don't need to worry so much, Kuriyama-chan." I flashed my kouhai a smile and used the marker to tap at the white board behind me. "You're doing your share of work just perfectly. Besides, this is a group effort. You should approach things your way and bring your unique perspective into it, alright?"
"Okay, Senpai! I'll try my best." With Kuriyama all pumped up, the room seemed to grow brighter—even though the day was only getting later.
Nase seemed to recognize that she was lingering around longer than usual and went about packing up the rest of her things. "I'm heading out. I don't want to catch whatever Sugiyama's coming down with."
Oho? "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, tracking Nase as she worked on crossing the room towards the exit. Kanbara, as if sensing danger, halted his prostration and scooted his chair back towards the wall behind him.
"What I'm saying is that you're acting weird," Nase said. Normally, I would've had no trouble taking that as an insult, but the lack of bite in Nase's tone made it hard to do so. Her smooth raven black hair caught the light as she looked over her shoulder towards me. "Considering the way you talked before, you have to be sick if you're being enthusiastic about this thing."
"If that's a complaint, I can stop."
"I said nothing of the sort." I didn't get to see her face for long before Nase turned back towards the door, but she sounded way too poised for me to feel like I'd gained any advantage. "You're the one who proposed this path. If you're actually getting into it, I plan to use that for all it's worth." She pulled open the door but paused for the slightest of moments. And then:
"You're not doing bad work at all."
Nase shut the door, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. "Did Mitsuki actually just compliment someone?" Kanbara asked, sounding just as skeptical as I felt.
"She's the one who's sick," I said, still certain that my ears had malfunctioned somehow. But the others had heard it, too, if their reactions were any indication—from mine and Kanbara's shared disbelief, to Kuriyama's slightly wide eyes and Hiroomi's ever-growing smile.
"Did you see that, Sugiyama-san?" he asked, turning towards me as if to prove a point. "I told you that Mitsuki has her own charm, didn't I? Well there's your proof. Really, I'm telling you that little sisters are truly the perfect blessing on this world."
I held up a hand, ensuring that I could keep him at arm's length. "Do you ever stop to think about what's actually coming out of your mouth?" With how he and Kanbara tended to spend all their time getting unnecessarily worked up, we needed a pervert corner for them to go sit in. Too bad we were pressed on our deadlines, otherwise we could just kick them out. "Oh, Kuriyama-chan," I said, noticing that she was about to head for the door, most likely to escape the chaos that was erupting. "About that thing we talked about last week. How's tomorrow sound?"
"You mean it, Senpai?" Though she was questioning my intentions, you wouldn't have guessed based on the sheer excitement sparkling in her eyes. I nodded. "Okay, that sounds perfect! We can meet up after classes let out."
"Hold on just a second," Kanbara said, sounding way too deadly serious. "You mean to tell me that two bespectacled beauties are going to come together for some outing or whatever and I wasn't informed? This is a campaign against glasses-lovers!" More like a campaign against perverts.
Hiroomi seemed to have recovered enough from his initial ramblings about Mitsuki's better points (though I doubted it would be the last time I'd be on the receiving end of one of those rants). "I'm a bit impressed that you two are doing something extra," he said. Me, with all my antisocial tendencies, I could get, but Kuriyama, too?
Kanbara crossed his arms and nodded sagely. "Yeah, it's pretty fishy if you ask me. Just what are you doing with Kuriyama-san, Sugiyama-senpai?"
"You really wanna know, Kanbara?" I asked, starting to smirk. I spun around and hopped towards Kuriyama-chan, dropping an arm around her shoulder and whispering instructions to her. Kuriyama looked skeptical, but she nodded anyways.
In unison, we both turned back around and each held one finger up to our lips. I had to hunch over a bit to be on the same rough level as Kuriyama, but I was pretty sure Kanbara didn't notice as Kuriyama winked and stammered out with me, "It's a secret."
Based on the shout that followed, I was pretty sure we'd just about murdered Kanbara. I patted Kuriyama on the shoulder for her hard work, before letting her head out for whatever sale she was hunting down. It was an easy enough matter to snatch up my next set of anthologies for reading, and I looked over the spines as I slipped them into my bag. We're getting closer and closer to the present, huh?
At the rate I was going, I'd be done plenty in advance. It wouldn't hurt our timeline in the slightest if I slowed down a bit.
-2c
"Oh, hey there. I haven't seen you before. Did you wanna join our club?"
"Ah, y-yes I did."
"No need to be shy, you can come on in. Our room's a little small, but there's plenty of room for whoever's interested. So, what made you want to join up in the first place?"
"Well, that's…I like to do this sort of stuff. And…"
"And?"
"I wanted to meet Kamiya-senpai."
d
"Whoa, those cookies look so good! Are you sure it's okay to eat them?"
"That's what they're there for. Eat as many as you like."
"I-I couldn't possibly…"
"Is that why you already have two of them in your hands?"
Kuriyama-chan yelped at my point, looking incredibly guilty at my observation—not that it stopped her from munching on the cookies in quick succession. I'd picked up a box while stopping by the store for groceries the night before, and it now sat in the middle of the Literary Clubroom's table, for once free of multiple copies of our anthologies. Apparently previous club membership had left behind a tea set in one of the cabinets, which Kuriyama had used to make her promised tea contribution. I couldn't say if our randomly chosen snack combination actually went together or not, but it was good enough for my unrefined palate.
"Thanks again, Sugiyama-senpai." Still eyeing the box of cookies after offing the ones she'd been holding, Kuriyama tried to keep her hands to herself. "I'm glad that we get the chance to do something like this. We usually have the others around, and, well…"
"The pervert duo can be unpleasant?" Kuriyama nodded. I picked up a cookie of my own and spoke between bites. "To tell the truth, it could be worse. But I agree that it's nice to have some social time that isn't in a giant group." Maybe Nase was right; I must've been feeling ill if I was talking like human interaction wasn't the plague. What the hell was going on? "Besides, it probably gets lonely coming up here by yourself just to tend to the bonsai. I don't mind keeping you company."
"I'm really glad to hear it, Senpai." Ugh, Kuriyama sincerely was an angel. Maybe I'd have to snatch Hiroomi's scarf and put it on her instead, just to see the results. Since I had contacts as a countermeasure, it wasn't like Kanbara could complain. "I was worried I'd be bothering you if I asked, but I'm glad I did!"
Yeah, I would've thought it would bother me, too, but here we are. Maybe it was because Kuriyama was so much younger than we were, plus she also came from out of town, that I felt okay being in close quarters like this. "Well if it helps, I'm glad you asked, too. I don't know if you guessed, but I'm not the best at meeting new people." It wasn't a skill you built much whenever you made it your personal mission to avoid others like your life depended on it.
"It's okay. I…used to be like that, too." Kuriyama's voice tended to be soft on a regular basis, but she went quieter than usual as she stared down at the teacup in her hands. "To be honest, I still think I'm awkward at it, but I wanted to try, especially since you've been around with the club and everything. I know Senpai kind of dragged you into this, but I really am glad you joined us."
I breathed out a laugh, brushing cookie crumbs off my uniform. "Funnily enough, I'm glad, too." I never would have guessed that I'd feel so relaxed in this sort of situation, but I did anyways. Even without sharing all the details, I got the feeling that Kuriyama understood in a way that most other people didn't. "Oh, but Kuriyama-chan, I had something I wanted to ask you. About Kanbara."
"A-about Senpai?" Kuriyama jumped, sending her glasses sliding down her nose. She was so busy looking away that she didn't bother to fix them. "What c-could you possibly want to know about Senpai?"
She probably thought that I was trying to poke into why she'd ended up in the Literary Club in the first place. While I was still curious about that, I had a more pressing concern for the moment. "Well it's less about Kanbara himself and more about you two as a unit. Is there something going on between you?"
Kuriyama did reach for her glasses—only to start aggressively cleaning off the lenses with a cloth from her uniform pocket. "The only thing that's going on is that he's my Senpai and we go to the same club together. L-like I said, he helped me when I first moved here, so that's how we met. But that's all there is to it!"
Yeah, sure, but the color of your face so says otherwise. I hadn't even known it was possible for human beings to go that red. "It's okay, Kuriyama-chan, you can talk to me about it. If you want me to, I promise that I'll keep it a secret, no need to worry."
"This is unpleasant!" Kuriyama had her glasses back on her face, but that just made her blush stand out all the more. "I-I mean, who would like someone who's always going on about how he likes nothing but glasses? It just doesn't make sense."
"I mean, I totally feel you there but still. What, are you worried that he doesn't like you or something?" I had to wonder if Kanbara would bother to feel flustered if I brought up the subject to him, or if he'd unabashedly go on another glasses rant. That potential bombshell could wait, though, seeing as I hadn't gotten Kuriyama to cough up anything substantial. "At least you know you stand a chance since you do wear glasses."
Kuriyama flailed her arms about, even though I was nowhere within her reach. "Please stop talking, Sugiyama-senpai!" Ah, damn, had I gone too far? Well, she didn't sound seriously angry, though that might have just been her politeness kicking in. "B-besides, what about you and Hiroomi-senpai? Y-you two have been spending time with each other after club a lot, haven't you?"
"Whoa there, it hasn't been that much." We'd only really gone out a few times on our own because of his fortune telling stuff; it wasn't like it was my idea. Same with him hanging around while I did my after school work. "Besides, he's a worse pervert than Kanbara is." Seriously, why'd it have to be a sister complex? Couldn't he have a fetish for something rational?
"Still!" Kuriyama had recovered enough from her embarrassment to go about eating her next cookie. "You still went and hung out with him anyways. Plus you two took a long time talking about anthologies at the last meeting, so…" She looked at me, as if trying to see if I was hiding anything; I was way too thrown off by her logic to even think about controlling my expression.
"Yeah, because he's got some weird fortune telling thing going on where he thinks I'm gonna die or whatever if he doesn't check up on me." Realizing that I'd drained my teacup without even paying attention, I went about pouring a fresh cup and adding in the necessary sugar. "And even if I were interested in him, it's not like I'm little sister material or anything."
Kuriyama continued to pout at me, not backing down in the slightest. Sheesh, this was what I got for trying to pry into Kuriyama's crush (that she totally wasn't fooling anyone with her denial). "Is that what you really think, Senpai?"
I sighed. "What makes you think otherwise, Kuriyama-chan?"
"Because sometimes you end up watching him, even when nothing's going on. I've seen you do it when we're working on reading for club." Kuriyama nodded once and clenched her tiny fists to her chest as if in a sign of victory. "Don't deny it, Sugiyama-senpai."
I didn't want to think about the implications if Kuriyama-chan had noticed, seeing as that meant someone else must've caught on. I put down my teacup and rested my arms on the table before leaning forward. "Kuriyama-chan, you have to promise to keep this a secret."
She nodded in earnest. "Okay!"
"I'll admit that Nase-kun is attractive, but that personality of his gets in the way." In plenty of ways. "But even so, personality has nothing to do with love."
"L-love?!"
I nodded. "I know you may not get this fully, but when you love something so much everything else ceases to be a factor…and that's how it is with scarves. As far as I'm concerned, they're the ultimate accessory, okay? They can even make a drab look seem amazing, plus you can wear them in all sorts of styles—not to mention lighter fabrics make it possible to wear them during the summer, too. It's a little out of the way to have full-out winter gear when the weather's heating up like this, but I'm not about to complain when I have something so perfect right in front of me almost every day, do you get what I'm saying, Kuriyama-chan?"
"M-maybe?" Kuriyama tilted her head, trying to process everything I'd said. In her defense, it sure was a lot. "Are you saying that you like Hiroomi-senpai because he wears a scarf?" It sounded like she wasn't sure how to put it in words, either. I'd have to correct that.
"Actually, I'm saying that I just like his scarf collection. Nase-kun has nothing to do with it whatsoever." I halfway considered saying that I felt the way about scarves that Kanbara felt about glasses, but that didn't seem quite accurate, either. I mean, I didn't go around shouting my love from the rooftops; I much preferred enjoying myself in silence. "So, naturally, if I get the chance to see someone in a scarf whenever it's not the season for that, spending some time with even a pervert like Nase-kun is no big deal at all. I mean, what else are you supposed to do?"
"Um, Senpai," Kuriyama said, fidgeting in her seat a bit, "don't take this personally, but…"
"Oh, no, go right ahead; I deserve it." It wasn't that hard to guess what she was about to say.
"You're being unpleasant."
-2e
"Oh, so this is the kouhai I've heard so much about?"
"Yes, President, that's her."
"I've heard that you've been causing quite the stir."
"A-ah, well, that's…"
"Relax, you're not in trouble. I just want to apologize for being out sick whenever the new school year was starting."
"It's okay, I'm just glad that I get to meet you now."
"It's a pleasure. Though I believe that you know my name, but I haven't heard yours yet."
"I'm sorry, I totally forgot!"
"No worries, we can start fresh here. I'm Kamiya Noriaki, and I'm club president around these parts."
"It's an honor to meet you! I'm…I'm Sugiyama Kazue!"
f
"Good morning, Sugiyama-san."
Stifling a fresh yawn, I glanced up from my desk. "Mornin', Nase-kun." There was still some time until classes started, but the room was already abuzz with students talking amongst themselves. There seemed to be a general relief among everyone, since June first had finally hit and we were free to change into our summer uniforms. I was more than pleased to discover that Hiroomi did, in fact, still wear a scarf even with the change in clothes, though it was a different style, the kind with tassels hanging from all ends. What an excellent way to start the morning. "You're seriously not going to overheat like that?"
"Hm?" Catching my meaning, Hiroomi toyed with one of the scarf's tassels. Since this one seemed to be shorter than his previous choices, it would be trickier to use it as a weapon against him, but I was too absorbed by the sheer novelty to worry about something like that. "I wasn't joking about what I said about getting cold too easily. If it weren't for the dress code, I'd probably bundle up more."
"Is that so?" The idea of sticking to my uniform jacket with how sticky the air was turning was enough to make me want to sweat already, but I also wouldn't argue with some sort of sweater combo. Thankfully, my growing friendship with Kuriyama gave me the perfect excuse to stick around and see what the rest of the year had in store for our Literature Club—and by extension Hiroomi's wardrobe choices. "Whatever makes you happy, I guess." Except the sister complex thing. You could probably serve to tone that one down a bit.
"Well, that's one way to put it." Since there was still time left until the first bell, Hiroomi didn't head towards his seat, instead taking up sentry by my desk. "I feel like your mood is improving every time I see you. Did you have a good time with Kuriyama-san yesterday?"
I leaned back in my seat to get a better look at him without needing to strain my neck. "If Kanbara sent you here for details, I'm afraid you'll have to report back emptyhanded."
By now, I was all too familiar with the sound of Hiroomi's lighthearted chuckle. "Considering that you and Kuriyama-san were involved, I'm sure you can guess how much he wanted to know what was going on. I, on the other hand, am just curious." I was a bit surprised at how much he accepted my suspicion when it came to small talk.
"It was nice. We just spent some time together and chatted." Like friends. The conversation topics that we'd delved into aside, the whole endeavor had been pleasant. I didn't even bother to stop myself from smiling. In contrast, I could see the slightest furrow in Hiroomi's brow. "What, don't tell me that hanging out with Kuriyama-chan is another weird death flag or something."
"No, it's nothing like that. I was just wondering if Mitsuki happened to be with you two yesterday." I raised an eyebrow. I doubted Nase would complain about getting free snacks, but, even with the compliment she'd passed onto me a few days ago, I didn't see her intentionally seeking out my company. "I'll take that to mean a 'no.'"
"Sorry, I haven't seen your sister since she left club. Did something happen?" Bossy or no, I didn't want to think about what would happen to the anthology project if Nase really did end up with a cold.
Hiroomi crossed his arms, his school bag in his hand bouncing against his side in the process. "I didn't see her at all at home last night. It's not unusual since there's so much space, but when I asked the help, they said she didn't come home until close to curfew. I thought she might have joined you and Kuriyama-san. She even left before me, so I didn't get the chance to ask." I could just sense the impending siscon freak out, but Hiroomi seemed to keep himself together enough. Probably for the best since we were in the middle of our classroom.
"Then just ask her when we go to club." From my perspective, Nase seemed to be avoiding her brother, and it would be far too easy for her to evade him during lunch. Club was a guaranteed encounter. "If you worry too much about this stuff, you'll get super distracted during our quiz today. Besides, if you're keeping tabs on my future, then I'm sure you're also keeping an eye on your sister, too, right?"
"Naturally," Hiroomi said without missing a beat. Go figure. "I checked both last night and this morning, and everything with Mitsuki seems fine." Well, whatever reassured him—not that it seemed to be doing much good. "Oh, but that actually wasn't what I wanted to talk about."
He certainly could've fooled me. I snuck a glance at the clock, confirming that class would start before the topic could turn into anything too stupid. I grinned a bit. "Is today the day of my predicted death, then?"
"I never said that's what's waiting for you in the future." Good to know that wasn't a concern, then. Though it begged the question of what he had been so worried about on Sunday. Hiroomi's expression had smoothed back into that pleasant smile. "Akkey and I were talking about eating lunch on the roof, and I wanted to know if you were interested in joining us."
On reflex, my mouth opened to deliver a swift denial—until I realized that wasn't what I actually wanted. Sure, hanging out with Kuriyama had been a bit out of my usual routine, but she was so peaceful it wasn't exhausting at all. I could probably handle lunch with the guys on top of heading to club afterwards, so long as I didn't push myself too much. It didn't sound too bad at all, really.
So, naturally, I gave Hiroomi my best deadpan stare and said, "Is this some sort of trap from the insatiable pervert duo?" It's not like I have much room to talk, though. We'd probably make an unstoppable trio if I let myself go.
Unlike my own concerns, Hiroomi didn't seem the slightest bit worried that I'd just called him a pervert in the middle of our classroom. I couldn't help but glance around, but no one seemed to be paying attention to us, either, all caught up in their own conversations and morning routines, be it organizing their desk or rushing to finish up some forgotten homework.
"What this is, Sugiyama-san," Hiroomi said, turning my focus back onto him, "is an invitation so you know you're always welcome if you want to come." The different style in scarf really accentuated his smile, too. What a time to be alive… "Unless you already had plans?"
"No, I didn't have plans." I never made plans for lunch. Or plans for anything, really. That's why I'd kept to myself the past two years; because getting into anything else was dangerous, it didn't matter who it was with. There was always that risk.
"Does that mean you'll come then?" Seeming to realize he sounded a bit too eager, Hiroomi cleared his throat before continuing. "If you're not sure, you can let me know later. Or you don't have to let me know at all. You can just show up or do what you normally do. It's your choice."
I sighed. "You've been saying that too much lately."
Hiroomi blinked. "Is that a problem?"
"No, but I don't need you telling me something so obvious. I certainly don't plan on letting you make any decisions for me." The bell rang, sending everyone else starting to move back into their seats. Hiroomi moved out of the way of the person in the seat ahead of mine, but he glanced between me and his own desk a few rows over. "You sure know how to be a hassle, huh? I'll eat lunch with you guys. Now stop looking like I kicked your puppy and sit down."
"Right." Hiroomi dipped his head before half-scrambling back to his desk just before our homeroom teacher walked into the room, calling everyone to attention. Despite my best efforts to look forward, I happened to catch the moment where Hiroomi glanced over his shoulder at me, looking way too pleased with himself. Whatever, he could get excited over whatever he wanted. Better than him sulking over his sister's rebellious phase or whatnot.
Catharsis
TENTH
It was stupid, but I knew he would like it.
[Author's Notes]
Alright, folks! I promised chapter ten this weekend, and I've come here to deliver! As much fun as I have with dealing with the ship, I also wanted to build up some other friendships, so here's some Mirai and Sugiyama bonding content (along with some hints at other things)!
Thanks to Miki (Guest), Valen Goncalvez, and Kpooper for your lovely reviews! I really appreciate all the lovely support you guys give me, and I feel honored. Here's to a good 2020 together as I keep working on this fic!
Can you believe we've made it to chapter ten? For some reason, I can't help but think of that as this big huge milestone every time. Especially since this fic has larger chapters than my usual fare, so there's a lot of work that goes into each update. Considering my projected chapter estimate for this project, we still have a lot to go...so I'll be working on the next updates with gusto!
Oh, no, Sugiyama, you're actually starting to make friends are you sure you can survive eating lunch with people? Find out next time in chapter eleven! Please look forward to it!
-Avi
[01.04.2020]