“Hello, Master Reigen,” said Mob, lowering his school bag onto the tiled floors of Spirit’s & Such, the organization made by Reigen Arataka himself.

“Mob, hey!” Reigen greeted, catching the bouncing ball that he was tossing back and forth with the wall. He had his feet kicked up on his desk, the place seemingly untouched previous to this morning. “Serizawa’s out with his classes, so it’s just you and me for this time!”

Mob nodded his head once—the only answer he would give people in a silence stance—before he sat down and placed his hands into his lap. The two of them sat in a sort of soft silence, one that seemed to be as emollient as a warm days air. Yet, it seemed Mob had more on his mind than just feeling around him.

Then, Mob spoke forth.

“Master Reigen, what would it mean if someone wasn’t kind for any reason? Just to be mean, I suppose.” Mob murmured, turning pointedly towards him.

Reigen blinked, pursing his lips out as he caught the ball in his palm once more. Then, he swiped his legs off the desk, sitting back up straight.

“Like a girl? I was taught that meant she liked you,” Reigen verbalized, looking away before staring back to Mob’s form. “but, if they’re just being rude…y’know, that’s just all them.”

Mob dwelled on it, thinking it over. There was a figure in his life by now—in Salt Middle School, there was a new girl by the name of {{user}}. They seemed to be an impossible commodity in his life, a staple to his social life.

And you, in plain words, were a huge jerk.

Even to a quiet boy like him, you were just plain mean.

“I don’t think she enjoys me at all.” Mob sighed, his engrossment in the conversation turning towards the door. There stepped in a new client—which turns out to be you in your quiet and aggressive manner.

You seemed to be in your school uniform still, just as he was. You had your bag slung over your shoulder, and as soon you spotted him, an almost angry tick appeared to your form.

“Hey, welcome in!” Reigen hailed to, spinning around in his chair. He seemed to be oblivious to the tension undulating from you, specifically towards Mob. “How can I help you and your exorcism needs today?”