Yuusaku let out a sigh and closed his suitcase with a click. The sound carried a tone of finality as it echoed across the barren room.
"A transfer, huh?" he mused out loud to the plain white walls. It was with slight trepidation that he had accepted the offer. This team was supposedly the Agency's elite task force and surely working with them will get him closer to his goal.
But he has heard… things. Like how his new coworkers were responsible for one third of their entire agency's collateral damage. Or how every single one of their infiltration missions ended with explosions.
He sighed again, feeling a slight migraine impending. Hopefully, with such a… colourful assortment of characters, he could just fade into the background like he's used to. Surely such an elite and destructive team of battle-hardened agents wouldn't have the slightest interest in someone like him?
" Hey newbie."
A sudden burst of static and an overly cheerful voice almost made him wince as he stared at the door in consternation. For a moment, he debated not answering in an attempt to hold on to his increasingly fragile peace.
" You're in there, aren't you? Yuuma saw you on the security footage."
Yuusaku sighed and wandered over to release the lock. He immediately regretted his choice when the metallic door slid open to reveal five beaming little faces all clustered together like they were trying to be the first to catch a glimpse of him. He had to do a double take when he noticed that four of them looked completely identical and it said a few things about how his brain worked when his first thought was "clones" instead of "quadruplets".
He hadn't expected children in the base.
"... can I help you?" he asked carefully and took a healthy step back when their eyes lit up with poorly hidden excitement.
"So… so cool!" The shortest one, who thankfully didn't have the same face as the others, practically squealed with stars in his red eyes. "What's your name? What's your favourite colour? How did you get so tall?"
Yuusaku was understandably overwhelmed at the sudden barrage of questions but before he could gather himself to answer the rest of the boys swooped in to attack like little identical piranha.
"Why did you transfer?" "Can we show you around?" "What would you say is the most painful way to disable your opponent? Heehee..." "Do you like motorcycles?"
Yuusaku held up a hand and the onslaught came to a halt. He eyed the smirking purple one a little dubiously before he started to speak. "Fujiki Yuusaku. No preference. Classified. Maybe later. Classified."
He paused to take a slight breath, and happened to glimpse the last child's big, hopeful blue eyes. "...yes."
The grins that broke across their faces could outshine the sun.