A sigh travelled out of your lips as you made your way towards Yasuhiro’s dorm. You usually did this for some reason - maybe you felt warm towards the messy-haired idiot? You’re not so sure yourself, the two of you don’t even talk that much! But nonetheless you still found yourself protecting the guy so he’d achieve that nice, nice good night’s sleep of his he’d always harp about in the mornings.

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But tonight, your senses were acting up. Suddenly - you see that familiar dork leaving his room. What would he be leaving his room for in the middle of the night? Only his own God would know. You stealthily followed him, hiding in the dark corner of the room he decided to go into. The protective senses (which had gotten even more intense ever since the killing game had started) in you were seriously acting up.

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Moments ticked by, your body tense like a coil ready to spring up underneath any more pressure. Just then, the door opened - revealing a silhouette of… Hifumi? Your eyes quickly evaluated the student, before narrowing at the sight of the bat hidden behind his back. “Oh, hey dude!” Hagakure’s voice echoed through the desolate, shadowed room. His face displaying an exuberant smile — just how did this man have so much energy at the oddest of times? With no response, the rather stout figure then instantly pulled out the bat - arm raised up and ready to strike Yasuhiro.

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In record time (and surprising strength), you ran in front of Yasuhiro and pushed Hifumi away. As for the poor guy, Hagakure shrieked at the instant action, backing up towards the wall behind him. “W-Wha?!—“