August-I: Dealing with shadows.
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It's funny. He always had this idea of how the roofs of schools in Japan are restricted to students in the face of high suicide rates, but when he went up here, every access door was open. It allows anyone to admire the view, even for the last time. He had already tried so many times to put to the test that divine luck would save his life in this situation. If it happened from a bridge in the process of collapse and in deep water, falling from the top of one of the school buildings would be child's play.
Upon opening the last door, Yuki Maeda was greeted by a warm breeze over his face, moving his freshly painted hair to cover the growing white parts, a detail he would already have in mind to review in the future for being very abnormal. Everything was quiet, just a couple of pipes and air conditioning machines running at maximum capacity for being in the middle of summer. Is she not here yet? Nah, indeed, she will be hiding somewhere. He approached the fence to see the sunset, large enough to prevent anyone from jumping. Even for something the net was just starting to the sky, whoever wanted to do it would have to be very determined.
With his eyes open, Yuki allowed himself to remember those few moments in the simulation where they forgot to be in the killing game, mainly when he saw the sky with Sora and Shinji, the latter after performing successful training. In a non-ironic way, he could still be a piece of meat full of cables living in a utopia where Sora is his girlfriend and Shinji his eternal mentor, the rest as great friends. Unfortunately, it would be a pathetic illusory happiness while, in reality, the world suffered. Satisfaction is delimited by numbers and not by his second chance, by his second effort.
A Sora's vision appeared faintly on the horizon, turning her back to him as her hair moved in the wind.
"Sora."
"I should have assumed it would still be Sora."
The image disappeared shortly after Yuki lost concentration, turning his head to see who was speaking. Little Iroha covered her mouth with both hands, realizing her mistake.
"Opps, it came out. I hate it when someone does the same thing to me. It's tough when you have so many worries in your head."
"Were you going to stay quiet to draw me instead of speaking as you asked me to"?" Yuki asked with a bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Somehow, I had to kill time while remembering Sora," Iroha replied, raising her left hand to play with the pencil. "Besides, we are not in a hurry, the world is stable, and we can talk whenever we want."
Yuki took the notebook out of Iroha's hands with no other choice, preventing her from finishing the drawing. He placed one hand on her forehead while moving the notebook as far away as possible with the other, enduring the tapping of a crying child while complaining.
"My notebook! My notebook! Don't see my private art without permission! Fool Yuki! Die! Dummy!"
"This is more of the Iroha I remember, crying so no one sees her private art, which are Yaoi scenes, instead of being a fucking terrorist fan of Monocrow and, more importantly. How did you end up on the same timeline as me?!"
Iroha barely stopped hitting him to lower her arms and stay quiet. And then smile nervously at Yuki. "It sure is divine luck tied to you."
"What?"
"Don't know, okay?! I just woke up in a very ugly cave, everything was a mess, and the foundation glasses girl was dead on the floor in front of a weird machine. I touched a button out of curiosity, and boom, blinding light to wake up in Nijiue Mansion in this reality."
"Rei is death?"
"In our timeline, yes, but since that never happened here, then no, but technically that question of time continues—Ah, my head! Don't know!"
Yuki leaned against the fence. This doesn't make any sense. It is assumed Iroha's state was very critical to ever wake up. In addition to using the portal, anyone is required to be a possessor of divine luck... Of course, Iroha still had her powers. In the twisted situation, if her fate is tied to his, it may be an explanation. Still, that doesn't explain why Rei should be dead.
"Now that you are here, I have no choice but to believe you." Commented Yuki while scratching his head. "Although that doesn't explain why you became rebellious in these months, you could simply ask me to talk to me."
Iroha turned her back on him with a slightly depressive aura. "You know I'm not well since Syobai's death, I tend to take things to the extreme, plus I can rarely find you alone, but if I stand by what I said in crazy eye mode." Iroha looked at Yuki nervously but also judged him. "You are not here to fix your life. The world will be in chaos. Whether you want it or not, thousands of people will die."
"So you suggest fighting chaos with more chaos?"
"Don't judge the method Syobai made me adapt to all these years."
"Syobai, Syobai. Why don't you look for him and hug him now that you can do it"!"
Iroha slapped Yuki hard, sending him to the ground. It had passed, considering how despite time and abuse, the girl owed her life to Syobai, whom she could not convince not to give his life when facing Kinjo. The painter wiped the few tears from her eyes, revealing a slight reddish hue in her right eye, as when she fought with the mask of Monocrow.
"I'm sorry Sora is not in this reality, but you know better than anyone how that idiot doesn't trust even his own shadow; it's impossible now. Look, we both want the same thing, but we'll do it in different ways. If you hate me for what I did to your friends to get you to react and move your lazy body against Mikado or the others is up to you. Each one on their way, like when you disappeared Void, the only family I had."
"Iroha, wait."
The painting snatched his notebook with relative ease, taking advantage of his distraction to knock him down as Yuki tried to get up again, to move away a little and start drawing something in a hurry.
"One more thing, consider it a gift for saving me from the foundation years ago. The thugs who helped me with the mall thing are associated with some students from Hope's peak's reserve course. Some are already completely corrupted by desperation; you can define them as agents. I know they plan something against the main students, very soft compared to the day of the tragedy, but something bad."
"Agents of despair before the tragedy?" Yuki whispers, unable to believe it. Iroha tore the sheet of her notebook and threw it into the air, letting the wind carry it towards him.
"Nothing entertains the queen of despair for long. I know better than anyone that having that role requires many followers to keep you energized with despair. Also, remember that if something moves underneath, they will act in their own interest. You will have to get on their radars as soon as possible."
The drawing slowly slid on the floor in front of Yuki's legs. It is not at all a work of art that he expected from the hand of an artist like Iroha. In fact, she summed up the whole situation with such childish and primary drawings. People with sticks with evil looks are separated by a line from others with an aura called talent. It was like looking at the explanatory pictures of the trials of...
"Try to copy her childish style. After all, it's technically a special day to remember her."
A small smile contradicted the slight crimson glow in one of her eyes. The world had definitely changed Iroha Nijiue as if something had slipped away. She raises her hand in dismissal mode to take a giant leap and disappear behind the fence. In the slightest, Yuki feared for her safety. With those abilities and luck, she would be fine. However, as he had in mind, this was far from a successful meeting. Not being alone takes a tremendous emotional burden off his shoulders. He could talk to another person about his experiences. Tragically Iroha is unstable since she lost Syobai and acquired the same power as the Kinjo of the foundation to handle despair at will, not to mention the mystery of Rei's death in his timeline.
His cell phone sounded an alarm, alerting Yuki that he was late for a meeting. If he was right about anything, he had to start moving. Whether his mind was ready for it or not, he only hoped his friends in the class would understand.
With much in mind, Yuki returned to his next destination, the infirmary. Unsurprisingly, the infiltration of a terrorist inside the bubble caused even more chaos than necessary among the academy committee, especially considering the brief confrontation with regular students. Little did they care about the wounds. Yamato, Kinjo, and himself were quickly taken to the interrogation room to extract every last drop of information, already drawing a better-destined profile, skills, and the mask. Yuki kept the detail of the eye because he would be labeled crazy.
If Iroha got out of control again, it could bring trouble. She was already traumatized enough that from being a useless crybaby, she became a function of the Kinjo, the foundation, and Syobai. Even with all the problems it always brings, he wants to protect her at all costs.
"Land to Yuki." A light tap with a thumb on his nose made Yuki leave autopilot mode. Mikako smiled strangely at him, holding a small basket with her arm. "This is becoming your habit, to lose you so much that we must get you out of your mind."
Yuki laughs, embarrassed. "Are those for the boys?"
"Yes, according to the doctor, they no longer needed to return to therapy. I brought them some fruit and pancakes to take away that weird jelly flavor they fed them as part of their medicine. Want some?" His mouth was going to refuse, but his stomach took the initiative to accept earlier. Getting a laugh from the joyful exorcist.
After giving him a pancake, Mikako knocked on the door to announce her arrival" "Yamato-nii, Kinjo. I'm going in with Yuki."
Yamato turned his back to them as he finished putting on his cap, looking out the window. "It's rare to see you have manners before entering. Sure, it's because this Kinjo is present. Otherwise, you would have come in to hug me as your favorite plushy."
Mikako doesn't take this as a joke, grabbing Yamato by the cheeks to suppress him. "Can you repeat it? I didn't hear you from so far away, Yamato-nii."
"Ah, as sensitive as—Ouch! I'm really sorry! Beautiful and smart, Mikako!"
There was little Yuki could do but smile uncomfortably at another fight between the Kisaragi siblings. He chooses to talk to Kinjo, leaning against the wall, seeing that destroyed belongings are of great value to him, indirectly giving him a third chance. Sasaki saved him again even though he had been dead for years.
"Kinjo... Surely you don't want to restore it? A higher grader offered to get by for you at no cost."
"Leave it, Maeda." Coldly cut Kinjo. "It has already proved that I can protect not even a memory of Sasaki. On the contrary, a dead man still needs to protect me. What am I doing wrong?"
"Doing wrong?"
"Someone with my talent should be able to catch such criminals as soon as possible, yet the same scum has escaped me twice in front of my nose, leaving me useless. It is normal to know of my father's disappointment. I am letting my weakness do, let evil corrupt my surroundings. The lack of justice makes me sick."
"We better not talk about it." Mikako interrupted, having Yamato on the ground from the blows he gave her. "Eat something, a positive mind—"
"I don't need to eat!"
Kinjo hit Mikako's hand, offering him a glass of fruit, causing him to let go of the basket and drop part of the food to the ground. Yamato reacted after dropping a piece of bread on his face to sit up.
"Tsurugi? What's wrong with you?"
After a few seconds, the young policeman realized how he had let himself be carried away by his emotions, taking a deep breath to calm down and regain his composure. "I'm sorry, Mikako. I've been under much stress these weeks trying to get stronger, looking for clues to find the terrorist and Tokyo serial killer. You can hit me if it makes you feel better."
"I'm not going to hit you when you're like this. I'll let it slide this time." Yamato tapped his sister's shoulder to push her away, showing a serious face to confront his best friend.
"Tsurugi, look at me," spoke the ultimate inventor. Kinjo looks him in the eye. "You are not the only one under horrible stress. The situation of the Kisaragi Foundation is chaos with my father's condition and corrupt people trying to use our technology for evildoing. They attacked my friends, and I was also useless. They swept the floor with me even though I had my invention. If it wasn't for Akane, Yuki might not be here, which makes me very angry."
"Yamato..." Yuki whispered, looking a little guiltily at both boys.
"We are both stubborn, and while our philosophies of life are different, we have in common to protect our friends even if we give our lives in return. I also thought that acting alone would be the best, that my intelligence would be enough to help them all, but they had to give me a reality check to see it. I will do whatever it takes to protect them, going all the way to the last consequences if necessary, defying whoever has to."
Kinjo narrowed his eyes in the last part, reading what he was trying to say between the lines. "Why would you? It would be a very idiotic action on your part."
Yamato smiled lightly, looking at Mikako discreetly. "We both sacrifice everything for the welfare of the world. I would give my whole self, my intelligence, to those who helped me get out of my bubble long ago. Between the rules of the world and them, always them."
"I don't know..."
Kinjo saw that image Yamato had as utopian, in addition to giving everything even when he may be against his beloved justice, which he seeks to change in his own way from within. Kinjo hesitated to sacrifice everything for someone close when he became a scum of society. He felt that his ideal was still not understood by anyone and needed to become stronger.
Yamato, for his part, sought to keep Kinjo on the sidelines to prevent him from becoming too rebellious with his extremist ideology of solitary justice. He is not Sasaki and never will be at the level he was. However, he will be there to help and teach him how the most important thing to fight against these imposing threats is to have someone to hold hands with to get up.
"Okay, okay." Mikako clapped her hands to break the tension. "Let's avoid going back to their typical debate of who has the best philosophy of life when both are wrong. No one gains anything by being alone and mighty or throwing their life lightly. Just like that, the important thing is to have the Hope to get ahead all together. See it as your chess game. Each piece is essential, forming one only to win.
"She's right." Yuki chimed in. "If the terrorist returns for any reason, we will be prepared. Now we will have better help to stop her. They don't have to leave us out."
"Sure, considering you're the target of interest, it would be good to keep a close eye on you."
"I'm also not asking for an invasion of my privacy, Kinjo."
"I'll take care of inventing something for that inconvenience. I promise to censor the parts where you go to the bathroom, Yuki."
"Don't smile while you are saying that!"
The moment was so funny to Mikako; she immortalized it with a selfie to post with others in the class chat. Putting as a title: The Yukimania continues to rise in intensity.
The next day at noon, Yuki returned to the academy through one of the secondary entrances, still maintaining the prohibition for students to leave without authorization from inside. With divine luck, he could come and go as if nothing using very little of his abilities. It required confirming certain people outside the academy knew each other if the luckster wanted to start moving. With a couple of simple arrangements, he made the center of these meetings happen in Tokyo Hospital, where Ryutaro Maki met Midori Yamaguchi when he visited a classmate on his high school soccer team. Dr. Hikaru Ando would magically have time in his busy schedule to see patients like Minako Tomori and Keisuke Satsuki regularly. Yuki needed them nearby in case he needed them, even if he had to do it through his friends.
Although the most crucial person in the hospital was a leap of faith due to the lack of information and memory of that time. Thank goodness she was alive, in terrible condition because of that incident, but alive.
If Yuki had to cross paths with that monster sooner or later, he would attack where it least expected.
Yuki arrived at an area with several trees, mainly used to decorate the environment and hide the ugly border between the main and reserve courses. He still remembers the issue well. Discrimination was seen daily, as those students would be the cornerstone of the beginning of chaos with that stored hatred towards the talented. The Kamakura project with Hajime Hinata, whom he saw eating on some occasions with someone from the main course, with a destiny that could not move without altering things too much.
Was there a way to bring harmony between the two courses? It seems impossible with the idealization of talent in world society. It is a clear example of that feeling.
So complex and simple at the same time. As talented, the reserve course would give everything to be expected and vice versa. In the end, each person thinks differently, which makes us human.
"Damn it!" Out of frustration, Yuki hits a log with all his strength, leaving a significant mark and causing a small wound on his knuckle.
I will be able to have the stamina back thanks to Ayame, but my body is still physically weak. I don't have the abilities of Akane's body like before.
"Whoa, that was a good blow."
It was just thinking about brute force, and he appeared.
"Hajime, what are you doing in this isolated area?"
"Well, it's where I can practice with the best logs for my punches. The punching bags in the gym can barely withstand my blows at half power, but to cause that punch Yuki, I'm impressed."
"Nah, for sure, it was my luck," Yuki asked tiredly.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to take away the merit."
Hajime looked away at a couple of small trees on his left side. "At least the fertilizer of the ultimate botany makes the plants grow accelerated. I don't have to worry about throwing the trees anymore."
"Does the school make you repair the damage?"
"Tree by tree. My coach agreed with the excuse that I did well training in the old school. They let everything pass to use my fake talent."
Yuki kept quiet, looking at the mark he made in the trunk, remembering yesterday's chat with Iroha. If there was one member of Void with whom he could expect a truthful and honest answer from everyone, it would be Hajime. "Hajime, would you give your life for me?"
"Yes." It was an almost instantaneous response. "Is something wrong?"
"Let's say I talk deeply to a former Void member, and I'm left thinking. While I don't regret disintegrating the group for you to make your lives, I never saw that dependence that had me, well, my luck.
The boxer kept his gaze on Yuki, then took off his glasses. "It would be hypocritical if I told you that I'm not grateful for your luck, you saved my life from terminal cancer, and I can live my dream of caring for my body. I have issues like in my eyes and skin, but I can still use this body to pay you."
He put on his sunglasses again and folded his arms. "But you were also the first person to reach out to me when no one gave anything for me, to make an attempt when they only kept me lived for medical ethics. I was done, but I felt a kind heart who gave me a second chance."
Pity or compassion? Utsuro.
"I remember." Yuki lied. "I never measured my actions on those days with anyone from Void. That loneliness later transformed into an eternal gratitude for my power, indirectly bringing them together in a group."
Hajime pointed it out, annoyed. "No lies, Emma's jokes had me fed up, Iroha is too crybaby, Nikei is a disgusting narcissist, and both Akane and Mikado are too crazy about you... But, I had fun in a healthy way, not towards disasters like in my days of delinquency; I felt like a big brother figure."
Could that be Void without Mikado? A couple of teenagers are looking for their savior to be with him all eternity and be a family, with ups and downs. It would be bold to say so because of the variety of personalities within the group, but he felt it that way.
In that case, it was time to make up for lost time.
Yuki lunged at Hajime, who dodged his blow to the jaw.
"Yuki?! What the hell was that?!"
"Let's fight a little bit. I want to work on my strength now that I have the stamina, and I understand that boxers talk about their emotions through their fists. Let's go."
It took Hajime a few seconds to process, but he smiled broadly. He cared little about divine luck; a true fighter never refused a fight where the heart spoke, more with his savior.
The fight lasted for several minutes. The difference was quickly noticed despite how luck helped keep Yuki standing; Hajime was infinitely stronger; it mattered little, and they enjoyed it. Then they would restore the trees they threw in the middle of the fighting; the important thing is what happened in between, although it must have seemed like a wild fight from an outside point of view. On the cusp of the encounter, someone stopped the fists of both in their tracks, a tremendous person with red hair wearing a fireman's uniform.
"Big bro..." Carried away by the feeling, those words came from Yuki's lips.
"Hey, Shinji, what do you do? We were in the middle of a fight between men!" Hajime asked, annoyed.
"Silence! You were late for our jogging session, and I see it is to fight with someone smaller than you. Aren't you embarrassed?!"
"Don't underestimate him because of his size. Yuki has my respect and great manhood and health. You can see some scratches in my body as proof."
Shinji turned to look at Yuki, who didn't know how to react. Months ago, when they first met, she could barely control himself from going to hug him and asking for forgiveness a million times. Now that I had it much closer, I didn't know if—
"Good to see you again, Yuki Maeda."
"Y-yes."
"Speak louder! Don't leave Hajime in a bad spot! Show that you are a man!"
"Yes."
"Stronger!"
"Yes!"
In the background, a couple of girls from another class watched the scene, whispering to each other a couple of comments about the embarrassment of the scene and admiring Hajime's abs. Little by little, Shinji's expression faded until he became a red ball from the embarrassment of being seen this way by girls.
Seeing this, Yuki just let out a laugh. It brought him great happiness to know this facet again.
"Hey, it's not mannerly to tease another man's embarrassment. Yuki."
"I'm sorry... I am sorry... I can only say that I needed it."
"Still, I could hear you refer to me as Big Bro. We barely crossed a couple of words, you know?"
"It's something that stuck around because of how Kanata told me about you and what you did for her by saving her life in that accident."
Yuki had already foreseen a slip of this style, so he would take advantage of Kanata's history with Shinji as an excuse, if possible, in a line where the age difference is minimal and makes sense.
Fortunately, Shinji believed him, although the firefighter missed him, that Kanata referred to him that way because she is so formal with everyone. They opted to move to the school gym for a little more privacy because the scandal of the little sparring between Hajime and Yuki had caught the attention of more students besides the girls. There, Yuki wanted to take the opportunity to ask for an extra favor.
"Now, you want to train with us?"
"Yes, Hajime. I wanted to start focusing on my stamina by training with Ayame, but now she is recovering from her surgery. So now I want to focus on increasing my strength a little bit in case I need it one day, also to be healthy."
Hajime smiled. "I see, I see. I have no problem; the more people, the better. You did well back there, but we can improve several things to not depend on luck. Along with working my body to withstand the blows, I held back a lot to not hurt you."
For his part, Shinji raised his fists excitedly. "Excellent! This training will not be easy, so be prepared, Yuki!" Suddenly, Shinji changed his expression to a more timid one. "Also, give our best wishes to Ayame in her recovery. I know how hard that stage is in the flesh."
"Yeah, also from me. Tell Ayame if she needs anything from me, like a nutritional guide for recovery in the legs' muscular area, to give me a call."
"Sure, I know I'll say it."
This felt very nostalgic; although Hajime lasted almost nothing in their training group, Yuki felt that feeling of being back on the beaches of the simulator, scared of bursting from so much exercise.
They started with five laps throughout the academy, half an hour of the gym, and a boxing session with Hajime. Shinji will continue to be his guide in general and motivating training as it was easy for Yuki to earn the right to call him Big Bro again, removing a lump in his throat that burned him. Calling Shinji by name for some reason hurt him.
After finishing and taking a well-deserved bath, they were received at the exit by Akane, who waited patiently and in a solitary way for the entrance of his master. Yuki was the last to leave, as he went to buy something important according to him.
"I hope the training was fun, Yuki." Akane smiled, then looked at Hajime and Shinji. "Good afternoon, Hajime, Kasai-san."
"Hi, Akane."
"H-hello... P-Please call Shinji... I'm sorry..."
Akane was slightly surprised by Shinji's nervousness, but Yuki whispered that it was because of his shyness to talk to girls. There she understood the situation.
"I understand, Shinji. You can feel comfortable talking to me. A friend of Yuki's is a friend of mine."
"T-thank you..." The poor fireman tried to hide his blush behind his big arms.
"I'll take Akane to buy a quick lunch. Here we separated. See you tomorrow at the agreed time."
"Even with Void disbanded, both of you still come out very close together. I envy your relationship."
"Enough, Hajime." Akane let out a little chuckle, seeing how embarrassed Yuki got at hinting at a date. Which made Shinji more uncomfortable. He had to be dragged by his training friend to his rooms.
"If you get this nervous, I don't know how you'll get a girlfriend..." Could hear Hajime's comment as they were leaving.
Lost from sight, Yuki turned to see Akane and started walking. Not a word was said until they reached one of the small cleaning warehouses inside the academy, where they could whisper once the peaceful walk between them was over.
Only a couple of best friends were going out to eat something seen from the outside, but everything fell once the lock of that door was put on.
"You know, I like it better when you have loose hair. It comes naturally to you."
"Really? I've gotten used to having it picked up, but if Yuki-sama wants, I can have it loose from now on."
"Don't take it so literally. Let's leave it as something between us. Isn't Ayame taking up much of your time?"
"Not at all. I calculated when Ayame needed me for emotional support and her therapies. While the operation led by Kanata's stepfather was a success, Ayame-chan hates being motionless for so long."
"I see, and you managed to arrange the draw as we were."
"Yes, Yuki-sama. You will switch classes with Kokoro Mitsume starting tomorrow as part of the integration dynamic between classes promoted by the academy committee. All for you to personally get information from the ultimate magician, Mikado Sannonji."
"Good job. I trust you will maintain the harmony of our class while I am gone."
"I'll do what I can. Yuki-sama, about that girl with the mask. How was the contact?"
"Neither good nor bad, she is not a threat, but she can get out of control if cornered. Even so, I consider her an ally that I don't want you to attack under any circumstances. I will take care of her. I want your attention somewhere else."
"I understand, although I insist that it would be helpful for her to tell me who she is to keep an eye on her, although I can give me an idea of who she is."
"It won't take you long to deduce it, but stay out of it. I want you to inquire about the reserve course for suspicious students. She confirmed to me that the first agents of despair are growing there. They have something much bigger planned than just throwing stones at the talented ones when they enter the academy."
"Consider it a fact. I understand that Nikei is also investigating the situation of the booking course. Shall we let it?"
"Yes, in the end, it can be an alternative source if we use it well, although, with Void dead, I need to learn how to share it so easily. I want to start moving now... Just another thing, lend me your cell phone."
Akane, without hesitation, gave her cell phone to Yuki, who returned it with some coordinates after a few seconds. The place surprised Akane.
"This place..."
"Go there when you can and bring me anything that looks out of place with the scene. Don't hesitate. Just do it. It is for something important that I will have to solve at some other time."
Akane seemed content with the history of that place, but she complied with orders. Yuki walked over to pat her head lightly with a tired smile.
"I know it's not the same as Utsuro doing it but take care of yourself. If necessary, I will help you."
"Yes, you do it to protect our friends. That makes me happy, helping more people."
Akane pressed her forehead against Yuki's chest, smiling broadly. "Always by your side, I will be. I promise."
Yuki hugged her lightly, feeling a little inner guilt for remembering someone else's warmth and image. Sora's, it was difficult to separate them, it really is. "I know. You never fail in your word. It's your philosophy of life, after all."
He separated a little from her, taking out of his pocket the reason why he was late for the exit. Fortunately, the tiny box kept the chocolate muffin in perfect condition in as small a space as his pocket. He put a candle on top of the dessert and lit it to offer it to Akane.
Akane put her hands to her face as she realized what was happening.
Yuki only had a couple of words to say. "Happy birthday, Akane. Make a wish."
Happy Birthday, Sora, you're the best!
After several seconds, Akane Taira's wish was requested as the candle flame was extinguished.
Everything went as planned the next day, under the established rules of exchanging companions and with what class it would be carried out. There was opposition from the Kisaragi brothers at first to such an idea. Still, they accepted that whoever was drawn should compensate for the time lost with the others with extra activities in the afternoon. It would mean a lot more work for our poor protagonist to carry two classes while investigating the threats revealed by Iroha. Still, it would be worth it in the end.
Although there was a twist at the end that Yuki didn't expect.
Someone else was pulling the strings.
The person from the other class who would come would not be Kokoro, which would save him from his awkward questions and psychological deduction skills, but Mikado Sannonji, the masked silent wizard. Things wouldn't be so easy in the end. Who said his luck is perfect?