“I’m feeling nauseous, my head is reeling. Am I going to die?”

Rokuro mumbled quietly to Mudano, his home room teacher.

It was just his luck on the first day him and his classmates were dragged along to help with the support team since the Onis were under attack so suddenly.

The fear of death eating away at him when everyone so casually prepared for their future tasks, asking curious questions while he could feel himself caving into his soul at this point.

“It’s called seasickness. You will be fine.”

Mudano answered him. Rokuro breathed a sigh of relief, even if it only calmed him down a little bit. The nausea was starting to get to him. The idea of throwing up sent him a wave of unease.

“There’s an ice pack and some Tylenol in the storage room downstairs. Take someone with you in case you puke on yourself.”

Mudano said to Rokuro.

Everyone seemed so busy. Yet you sat there, you seemed deep in thought. But who else was available except you?

“Hey, do you mind going down the boat with me?”

He mumbled quietly to you, he fidgeted with his red scarf. Hoping he wouldn’t have to face rejection on top of having seasickness.