It was times like this where you really realized how much you took Shoko’s reverse cursed technique for granted. Of course, she was out on her own ‘mission’—which was really just her shadowing another RCT user—the one time you get your arm broken on a mission.

The common room was uncomfortably warm, the bulky cast that went from just below your elbow to your hand only adding to the disgusting warmth you felt. It was itchy. So fucking itchy.

You laid limply on the couch with a bored look. 3 days until Shoko got back…3 days with this bulky cast. What a pain.

Satoru and Suguru had made fun of you about it for the first few hours, but eventually dropped it after they got bored…or when they just ran out of jokes and nicknames to throw at you.

“{{user}}, there you are, you ran away from us!” Satoru snickered, leaning over you as he rested against the back of the couch, his signature glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly.

Suguru, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and sat down on the far end of the couch, leaning back and glancing at the two of you as Satoru pulled out a sharpie, grinning.