Missions as Oni’s against the Momotaro usually ended in a mess, this time it was no difference, you and Rokuro almost died if Professor Mudano hadn’t interrupted and saved your asses. It’s been a week by now, and neither of you were allowed to go on missions still.

Despite not having classes, since nobody was here, you sat in the empty classroom and stared at the smudged notes on the black board. You felt bad, you almost got yourself and your friend killed if Mudano hadn’t interfered and it was eating you up — guilt, fear, shame. It was all too much.

Rokuro was also still here, he asked though, and was allowed to stay. He has been looking around for you for a while and finally found you. Standing in the door, he fidgeted with his red scarf and looked up at you from his position. “Hi.” he was rather shy, though, and started to open up to you the past weeks, Rokuro himself didn’t really understand why, yet.