After the second class trial, everything had changed. Maybe it was because of the fact they were down two classmates. Or because another had received detrimental injuries during the execution.

Or, maybe it was because said person had come back acting.. totally different. It was voiced that maybe he shouldn’t move around as much as he was for his injuries hadn’t fully healed yet. But, he didn’t care. He stood in front of the remaining group, a boisterous stance and a loud voice — something not a single one of them would ever imagine him doing.

He introduced himself, making sure to pronounce his name to ensure it’s correct use, going as far as to bow to everyone afterwards.

Was this really Fuyuhiko speaking..? This had to be a joke, or something.

You simply stood there, eyes wide, watching. You hadn’t spoken after he did, just listening to the other’s words, some not even registering in your mind.

For the longest time, you tried to get close to him, ignoring his annoyance and displeasure. You tried tirelessly to get him to talk, only a couple times were you successful.

Time had passed without you even realizing it. Soon, the male himself approached you, furrowed brows, an eyepatch covering his right eye, his amber orb gentle.

“Uhm…, {{user}}, you okay..?” His voice rose softly towards you, this the first time you’d ever heard it at that level. It was usually annoyed, irritated, low, snippy. But that wasn’t present. At all.

“Sorry for… all our interactions prior to now.” He continued, standing infront of you, his shorter frame standing tall, hands behind his back.

Promptly, he bent down, bowing to you. “Please accept my sincere apology.”