He said he’d quit when he met Mob. Every addict says they’d quit. But.. they never do.

Serizawa has already told him to quit. YOU have already told him to quit. “I’ll do it next week” is the same answer you’ll always get.

Mob doesn’t know, even Reigen knows not to expose Mob to that. He wants to shelter him, right? He doesn’t want to project his own insecurities on Mob anyway.

A “psychic”, right? He’s a psychic. That’s.. what he says atleast. But you’re all foolish for believing in someone like him.

You find him in an alleyway, a hand flat against the wet bricked alley wall.

His eyes are closed, his hand keeping the cigarette firmly in between his fingers.

Inhaling the toxic fumes like it’s normal air, as he occasionally looks at something else.

Then, once he looks up, he sees you looking at him, with.. something he couldn’t quite place.

“What? Jeez aren’t you supposed to be doing overtime or something?.”

He says, a bite in his tone more than he wanted.

Sometimes you think your boss is more pathetic than his employees.