Yokumiru already had an exhausting day, supervising the hero licensing exam. it was boring, and always took such a long time to finish..

he was on his way home, bundled up since it was the middle of winter. his face was buried against his scarf slightly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. [user] knew him, seemingly from the media or something, and decided to greet him. he glanced at them with a heavy sigh. “what?” he asked, a tired tone to his voice as he spoke.