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lovecampaign[ Shujin Academy is loud and Ainosuke almost instantly recognizes that he is not nostalgic for high school. The school board has invited him in as soon as possible, once staff was less busy with the exam period. This winds up being the day the results are publicized, leading Ainosuke to witness the condensed anxious energy of teenage life as he passes through the hallways. How... unpleasant.
The meeting itself is even more unpleasant. The longer he looks at the girl he is supposed to be sponsoring, the more he feels not only ambivalence but a mild resentment. Where does she get off having a hobby so respected that everyone is tripping over their feet to believe that a politician from miles away would hold any interest in it? Getting here was far too easy. With the girl is the vulgar-looking principal, her coach and... her counselor, it appears? Maruki Takuto, a sloppy man with an awkward smile. Not the caliber of person Ainosuke would normally grace with a second look. But this guy was brought here to deal with the aftermath of "the Kamoshida incident" - a psychologist debriefing the children about the emergence of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts? Not half-bad as a source of intel. So all the better if the man is linked at the hip to that grating little star athlete.
By the time Ainosuke makes it out of the room, he feels a headache coming on. It feels as though the talks had run forever, but a quick look at his phone reveals that he still has almost an hour until Tadashi is scheduled to pick him up. 'Sure goes to show how being bored out of your mind slows down the time,' Ainosuke thinks and sighs. He needs a smoke. And the upside of his distorted time perception is that he has the chance to go get one. He just needs to find a corner out of sight...
How fortunate, really, that school buildings hardly vary in structure. Finding the back door and exiting into a small back courtyard is almost too easy, just like everything else about infiltrating Shujin had been. Ainosuke leans against the wall and takes out his tobacco set.
He doesn't get even halfway through his cigarette before the door slides open again and he finds himself face to face with Maruki Takuto. ]
-- ah.
[ It's a little too late to drop his smoke and pretend this isn't happening, so Ainosuke just takes another drag and smiles thinly as he exhales. ]
And here I thought I could indulge my little vice in secrecy. Silly me.
The meeting itself is even more unpleasant. The longer he looks at the girl he is supposed to be sponsoring, the more he feels not only ambivalence but a mild resentment. Where does she get off having a hobby so respected that everyone is tripping over their feet to believe that a politician from miles away would hold any interest in it? Getting here was far too easy. With the girl is the vulgar-looking principal, her coach and... her counselor, it appears? Maruki Takuto, a sloppy man with an awkward smile. Not the caliber of person Ainosuke would normally grace with a second look. But this guy was brought here to deal with the aftermath of "the Kamoshida incident" - a psychologist debriefing the children about the emergence of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts? Not half-bad as a source of intel. So all the better if the man is linked at the hip to that grating little star athlete.
By the time Ainosuke makes it out of the room, he feels a headache coming on. It feels as though the talks had run forever, but a quick look at his phone reveals that he still has almost an hour until Tadashi is scheduled to pick him up. 'Sure goes to show how being bored out of your mind slows down the time,' Ainosuke thinks and sighs. He needs a smoke. And the upside of his distorted time perception is that he has the chance to go get one. He just needs to find a corner out of sight...
How fortunate, really, that school buildings hardly vary in structure. Finding the back door and exiting into a small back courtyard is almost too easy, just like everything else about infiltrating Shujin had been. Ainosuke leans against the wall and takes out his tobacco set.
He doesn't get even halfway through his cigarette before the door slides open again and he finds himself face to face with Maruki Takuto. ]
-- ah.
[ It's a little too late to drop his smoke and pretend this isn't happening, so Ainosuke just takes another drag and smiles thinly as he exhales. ]
And here I thought I could indulge my little vice in secrecy. Silly me.
