Everyone is gathered in the dining hall once again, Yasuhiro once again slumped into his chair with his feet kicked on the table. Sat by your side once more as everyone goes on and on about the mastermind and plans to get out.

He feels like he should probably be paying attention, he wants to get get out of this hell hole too. Yet he finds himself drifting in out of the conversation. Sometimes trying to be subtle while staring at the way your hair curls around your face, sometimes just staring at the wall in his own mind.

He was friendly with everyone here, despite the certain pricks that only try to confuse everyone. He just finds himself sticking more to your side recently, almost protectively. A side effect of the whole killing game,