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“Hello again,” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled as he entered the Cryo chamber again, going to speak to his Senpai. “Sorry for being late! London was a bit rougher than we originally thought and...well…” he sighed. “I really wished that any of you were there with me….just as an extra pair of hands. It would have gone so much better.”
They were silent within their mechanic coffins.
“I...I really hope that we will be able to meet one another soon,” Ritsuka sighed, sitting down as if he were speaking to a great elder. “I..I would really like that…”
Ritsuka merely revealed in the calmness and silence that was the room he was in. Even if the reason behind the eerie silence was horrid, he took solace in the fact that they were alive and on the road to salvation.
Heh, he was spending way too much time with Amakusa.
Shaking his head he went back to speaking to them about his home life, hoping that the normal conversation would take him away from the fear that was always surrounding him…
Why did he do such things to himself?
“Well I can’t stay long,” he chuckled, flinching at the spike of pain that went through him in that moment. “I need to have a thorough check by the Doctor...but I’ll be back soon!”
That soon turned into a week later.
“Hello,” he smiled, coming in once more after he had fully rested. “Sorry that it’s so late,” he giggled. “Doctor Roman has been bugging me on walking around too much after what happened in London and...well since I am still coming off the adrenaline from London…”
He shook his head and moved to unwrap his lunch.
“I mean I know he means well,” he choked a bit before swallowing the food. “But sometimes he can be a bit overbearing,” he giggled, grabbing his water. “I mean...it’s nice in a way...but I’m not used to it.”
He didn’t notice one heartbeat spike.
“My mom was really distant, cause I have an older sister and well...she was a traditionalist and was upset that her oldest wasn’t a male. I was saved from most of her anger as it was always my sister,” he sighed, looking down. “My father really didn’t care...he considered me a monster cause I think I accidentally activated my minuscule circuits.”
Wodime’s spiked for a moment, but it wasn’t registered by the monitor.
“Then there was the problem with my sexuality...probably why I love it here so much,” he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning against Pepe’s coffin. “I like cute things, frilly outfits and I like to dress up all cutesy...what’s wrong with that?”
He went silent clenching his hands tight as he looked at them all.
“At times like this I am...kinda glad that your like this,” he sniffed, feeling the repressed emotions from his youth come up...hell he just turned fucking 17. He still was a kid. “I...I like guys, I sometimes find dressing as a girl to be liberating and a way of expression….I’m a freak to my parents eyes. My sister had her own crap to deal with,” he cut off, tears flowing down in full force.
He didn’t notice the shift in Pepe’s coffin.
“I...I know that my parents will never understand and that they were happy….” he choked, the memories of his mother and father so eagerly agreeing to sign the consent form to send him to Chaldea.
A chance to get rid of their broken child.
“I just want them to understand me...to get with the times and accept me for who I am,” he brought his knees to his chest and hugged them. “But I know it won’t happen...I am just glad that Gudako, my older sister, doesn’t hate me...I can’t imagine having my whole family against me…”
It, Ritsuka thought, would really have been a nightmare.
“Sorry,” he jolted out of his revere after a moment. “I was ranting...and I even was thankful about your situation,” he gasped, he felt so ashamed. “It was wrong of me to say...But thanks for listening…” he groaned.
God, he was so cheesy.
Ritsuka would receive the shock of his life in this particular visit.
As he settled down by the one named Kadoc Zemlupus, he had alternated between sitting next to one of the seven every time he visited, he heard one of the heart monitors spike.
Looking up he felt his heart drop as the heart monitor on Ophelia began to spike, the sweat on her forehead glistening and the heart spike going higher and higher, she shifted in her tube. Her mouth opened and she let out a shocked gasp or choke, like she was trying to breath.
Jumping up he went over and looked over her body for a moment, there was nothing wrong outwardly before he caught sight of her clenching hands. Swallowing he nodded to himself before rushing to the door.
Ritsuka moved to leave before more warning alarms began to ring for the other 6, each of them looking like they were in immense pain and began shifting within their pods.
The boy hastily got up and rushed out of the Cryo room, he needed to get them help.
Rushing down the halls he yelled apologies to the other staff members who yelled as he pushed past them, each looking at the boy in shock as he rushed down the halls.
“Doctor! Doctor,” he yelled, the older man shrieking as he jumped about a foot in the air, his plate of cake soaring through the air.
“Fujimaru,” he yelped, turning to the panting boy. His cheerful demeanor turned serious as he got up and rushed to the boy. “What happened? Are you alright? Is it Mash? Or-”
“The...the A Team,” he gasped, the other stilling above him. “I..I was having lunch with the Senpai’s when Ophelia’s heart began to spike and she looked to be in pain! The others are all like that!”
‘What were you doing in the Cryo unit,” he demanded.
‘No time,” Ritsuka coughed, grabbing the other hand. “We need to go help them!”
‘Right,” he nodded, the two of them rushing back down the hall where Ritsuka came from, this time Da Vinci meeting them outside the Cryo Chamber with a worried and confused expression across her beautiful face.
“I saw on my remote handheld that their heart rates spiked, Ritsuka,” she turned to the fearful teen.
“I...I was just having lunch-”
“It’s…” the new voice made them freeze. “Not...his fault,” the door opened and the three rushed in to see a man with purple hair shakily sit up, looking confused for a moment before he began to clench his hands together. “I...I’m up…”
“Scandinavia,” Romani gasped, rushing over as Da Vinci opened the other pods and the sound of groaning filled the air.
“He was merely...he was only in here when we began to awaken,” the blonde stated.
“Ritsuka, get the other medical staff prepped and have them send gurney’s,” Romani ordered, the other nodding as he rushed out.
Romani gave Wodime a strange look as the other shakily reached out for the boy, mouth opening like he wanted to stop him from leaving before shaking his head and going to speak to Pepe who was looking at the open door.
“Okay,” Romani stated, the other turning to him. “Let’s get you all seated up.”
A FEW DAYS LATER
“Where is Ritsuka,” Opehlia found herself asking after they had been cleared to eat normal food. “We’ve been up for a few days…”
“Ah,” Romani sighed, moving from his desk to turn to face them all. “He’s been reprimanded.”
“Wha-?! Why,” Kadoc choked, Wodime tensing as he looked up to the doctor.
“He was strictly told not to go to the Cryo Chamber and who knows what could have happened,” Romani protested, crossing his arms. “He leaned up against sensitive equipment and it could have killed you instead of waking you up!”
“Still, we woke up though,” Peperoncino protested, pouting as he ate his pudding cup and stabbing Beryl’s hand who was trying to grab it. “A bit harsh no?”
“You think I liked telling him that he was not to leave a designated area for the rest of the week,” Romani shot back, eyes narrowed as he stared at Beryl before moving along. “He understands which is a plus, and he had reports to catch up on anyways.”
“That’s right,” Wodime spoke up. “He’s the one whose took our place in preventing the incineration.”
“Yeah,” Romani nodded, gasping when he saw that Daybit managed to grab Ritsuka’s medical file and was going through it. He ripped it out of the others grip before he got to the truly...dicey stuff.
“Those are some serious injuries,” he commented, leaning back and grabbing his pudding cup. “You sure he’s fine to keep going?”
“He has to be,” Romani stated sharply, the others tensed at his tone.
Only Beryl had ever faced a tone like that and even he admitted he’d like to never be facing such a tone again.
“But where up now-”
“Yes, but you’ll only be Rayshift compatible for the time being,” he grunted. “Your bodies sustained damage yes, but not enough to hurt your circuits. It’s the brain damage and the stress of a servant bond it could place on your mental health.”
“Yes,” Wodime sighed. “We’ll be out of commission as masters for a few months as our mental states are under observation.”
“So he’ll still be forced to take on the singularities alone,” Hinako sighed, placing her closed book down. “We will at least be able to guide him along the way.”
“Indeed,” Ophelia smiled.
“Well, at least we're alive.”
“You're going to subject him to more of what the King of Mages is going to offer,” Daybit asked and Romani cursed.
He got too far.
“What,” Wodime demanded.
“The most recent injuries from London were caused by the singularity and a fight with Solomon, the one whose ended humanity,” Daybit spoke, Romani glaring at the other. “He only let Ritsuka live because the other was too weak to do anything in his eyes...but the damage the other sustained-”
“You looked through that file without authorization,” Romani snapped, eyes narrowing to the other. “You shut your mouth.”
“The kid is going to die at this rate.”
“I am the director of Chaldea,” Romani ground out, hands clenched at his side. “I make the decisions.”
“I am Marisbury’s protege-”
“I respect that Wodime,” Romani sighed. “But please, I want you all healthy and I don’t want any setbacks.”
“Can I request you take off the reprimand,” Wodime sighed. “He did nothing wrong.”
“I-”
“Give the other some space,” Pepercino spoke up.
“Please,” Opehlia asked, bowing her head.
“Come on, it’s not fair,” Kadoc sighed, leaning forward.
“Just do it,” Hinako stated, grabbing her book.
“Fine,” Romani sighed, running his hand through his hair. “But since you,” he growled to Daybit. “Looked through Ritsuka’s file, I am to be there when you ask him questions about his injuries.”
“He’s old enough to be alone without parental supervision,” Wodime reminded. “Lest you forget that I left the age restriction for masters and master candidates for 19 and older. He’s an adult in most of the world.”
Daybit, being the only one who saw the file understood and kept silent.
He was not going to break that barrier.
“Just...we’ll have a meeting once you're all in good form,” Romani grunted, moving to leave their room. “Oh, yeah,” he snapped his fingers. Going to his desk he grabbed out a few thick packets and dropped them all on each of their beds. Each member of the A team received 5 of them, along with one title 'Miscellaneous’.
Wodime opened the first one and choked.
“R...re-accounts of his rayshifts,” he gasped, the others grabbing their as quick as possible.
“He made those during his isolation,” Romani chuckled. “Said it was only fair.”
“So sweet,” Pepe giggled, eagerly opening up the first packet.
“Yeah,” Romani sighed. “Rest up and I’ll check on you all in a few hours,” he smiled, heading out with a warning glance at both Beryl and Daybit.
“Woah, really,” Pepe gasped as he continued to read the events of Orleans. “He and Sasaki Kojiro had an arm wrestling contest?”
“What,” was the general consensus.
They began to read the accounts.
“The hell,” Kadoc yelped. “King David thought he was a girl and hit on him for a solid week before he realized?”
“Elizabeth Barthory wants to be an idol,” Wodime murmured, looking through the file. “She has concerts! We have to get to one!”
“Hmm, King Arthur Alter,” Beryl hummed, Daybit grunting as he looked through the files and thought back to Ritsuka’s medical file.
Damn...
A FEW HOURS LATER
“Ano, Doctor,” they heard him.
Really heard him.
A few scrambled from their beds to go to the window, one way, to see Ritsuka Fujimaru speaking with the doctor.
They had vague memories of Cryo, the most clear was his voice.
It first pulled them out of the haze of pain and confusion, then it made their minds clearer and clearer until they could awaken. He had spoken so softly to them, but never once did he mention the incident in his favor, he even regretted not being in their position.
“Well would you look at that,” Pepe scoffed, leaning on Wodime’s shoulder. “Those Japanese have good genes! He looks like a baby!”
“Nice eyes,” Opehlia commented, the boy’s blue eyes flicking nervously around as he sheepishly spoke to Romani. “Such inky hair…”
“Just...don’t do it again,” Romani sighed, running a hand through his hair. “And have you been resting at all?”
“Yes,” the boy puffed out his cheeks. “I have!”
“Mmhn,” Romani grunted. “Nightmares?”
They all became silent.
“Nothing I haven’t had before,” he grunted, looking away. “What’s so different now-”
“You're defensive.”
Ritsuka seemingly clamped up at that.
“Do not go all silent on me,” Romani warned. “Ritsuka I know it’s hard accepting that people want to help you, but I need you to understand that sleep is important and working yourself to death is not a way to live.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, Wodime clenching his hand as he vaguely remembered the boy crying about his home life. “How are the members of the A team?”
“They're healing up nicely. We're going to have a meeting in a few days,``Romani ruffled the others' hair.
“Alright,” he smiled, nodding lightly before turning to leave. “Ah, Doctor. Are they going to be summoning Heroic Spirits?”
“They will in the future,” he told the other, they all cocked a brow as the other shifted.
“Then the extra reserves of magic will go to them until they are back to optimal form,” he sheepishly asked.
“No,” Romani shook his head. “They will wait until they are good in both mind and body...why?”
“Ahah...umm well they stated that there was a more…’hands on’ approach to mana transfer,” he coughed, blushing brightly and Pepe choked on a laugh as Wodime groaned along with the girls.
“Bold,” Daybit commented.
“No, your not going to be having sex or sexual intercourse with any servant,” Romani stated firmly.
“Okay,” he sighed in relief.
“Get some rest,” the doctor told the other.
“Right! See you,” he waved, rushing off to head to bed, they assumed.
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
Ritsuka gave a small smile as he looked over the A Team or Crypters as was their other name, each of them seated around the table as they waited for Romani, Mashu and Da Vinci.
By some miracle, they had woken up and it seemed like they would be good to go for the next singularity….where ever it was, they still needed to look. They simply needed to catch them up on what’s been going on and then they’d be able to get them prepared for the next rayshift.
“Thank you,” Wodime suddenly spoke up, Ritsuka jumping before turning to the long haired blonde. “I...wish to thank you.”
“E...excuse me,” he asked, pushing his black hair back. “W..what are you talking about?”
“Thank you...for coming into our chambers….for speaking to us,” he sighed, closing his eyes. The other Crypters around him tensed before turning to the black haired boy. He had visited them within their cryo coffins and spoken to them as if they were truly well and alive. He treated them as equals and superiors.
And not someone who was broken. Or someone in need of help like a toddler.
As a human and Adult.
“I was conscious for so long...but I could not tell time,” he murmured, the other stiffly nodding. “I was admittedly afraid that time was passing by me so fast and I would be frozen until things changed.”
“Oh…”
“But when you came and began to speak to us...even if I couldn’t understand...I knew your intent and I thank you. You helped push me back to this state,” he inclined his head, the others murmuring their shared sentiments.
“I also would like to thank you,” Ophelia spoke up, smiling lightly. “You did well under the circumstances and your information about the ongoings, even if they were complaints, were valuable.”
“Though that story about you breaking your arm after falling off a swing is not the best thing,” Beryl giggled, the boy blushing before he yelped as Opehlia smacked him upside the head.
“Don’t bully him,” she warned.
“Oh…” he blushed, looking away. “I...just wanted to speak to the Senpai’s I would never know...or so I thought,” he giggled lightly, getting small smiles from the others. “It’s nice to have more people my age here…even if you're all kinda older.”
“Come one, being 19 ain’t too bad,” Scandinavia smiled. “You're in the prime of youth that brings forth all the good fun,” he winked, him and Beryl getting a laugh out of it.
Daybit and Wodime scoffed at the two idiots while Kadoc smirked as he realized he was NOT the baby of the group anymore. Ophelia shook her head and Hinako merely grunted at their antics before looking at the Master. She raised a brow at his uncomfortable face and fidgeting body before shaking her head again and going back to her book.
Though, she looked at Daybit who was looking at Ritsuka more intensely than the others. He did see the boy’s medical file.
So why the look?
“Oh,” Romani said as he and Da Vinci came in with Mashu following behind. “Ha...do you want to?”
“Ah...I think you should,” he said, blushing before looking down into his lap. Romani smiled before nodding and turning to the crypters
“He just turned 17,” Romani stated, eyeing the crypters as they pretty much froze in their seats.
“What,” Wodime finally asked, a pleasant smile on his face pulled tight at the info.
His eyes were cold, and flashed with anger.
“I turned 17 about a week ago,” Ritsuka sighed, looking up shyly as the silence stretched further.
That broke the already fragile dam.
“WHAT,” Wodime yelled as he shot up, Ritsuka yelping as he flailed about and his chair tipped back.
“AHHA,” he yelped, Romani catching him at the last minute before sighing. “Thanks!” He gasped, smiling at the doctor who patted him gently on the cheek before righint him up.
“Why is he even a master candidate! That age limit was 19 at the least,” Wodime demanded, his face flushed with anger. “I told those idiots at the Clock Tower that the limit should be 19!”
“Trust me,” Romani assured him. “None of us are happy about it, but considering the circumstances, it was the best course of action.”
“Damn,” Wodime cursed, before looking at the shaken boy. “I...i’m not angry at you,” he assured him. “I...Rayshifting is dangerous for anyone under 19, as you go through hormonal changes at such a rapid pace, being older means-”
“That the body is more stable than when you were younger and still within its teenage years,” he finished, surprising the others. “Though you can’t be too old and Rayshit needs time to acclimate to the body so 19 is the most optimal to strat, 24 being the oldest to be accepted.”
“Indeed,” Wodime nodded, smiling lightly at the boy. “I see someone has been reading...that’s good.”
“Oh,” he nodded, looking down before fidgeting with his hands. “I...I know that it is a big shame on mages for someone like me to-”
“They can piss off,” Ophelia sighed, rubbing her face. “Matter is that there is no world for them to complain about the circumstances. All we can do is support you,” she smiled, Ritsuka nodding before looking around.
“So,” Kadoc spoke up. “Who's your servant? Class I mean?”
“Hmm?” Ritsuka cocked his head to the side which got Da Vinci cooing and the others laughing.
“Your servant?”
“Umm..,” he turned to Romani who gave him a reassuring smile before turning to the Crypters. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“That is a complicated question,” he sighed, the Crypters raising a brow. “What has happened is a phenomena that has never happened before.”
Hinako’s eyes widened and she dropped her book as she caught on.
“Every servant, enemy, alley, those from sub singularities...those not meant to exist….there here,” she yelled, Ritsuka blushing as she screeched it out.
“Hai.”
Chaos erupted.
After a while they had cooled down and Romani continued with a detailed explanation of what happened.
To which the Crypters merely gaped in awe.
“Ah,” Ritsuka jumped when he heard a voice. “Sorry, Mordred is bothering Emiya again. I need to go and break them up.”
“Alright, be careful,” Romani called as he rushed out. “And tell them to stop fighting in the kitchen!”
“Why doesn’t he use a command seal,” Beryl hummed, Mashu glaring at him.
“That is his reason, and you don’t need to know.”
“Ano,” Ritsuka said as he popped his head in. “Can I get some help,” he asked, Mashu getting up. “Thanks!”
“He’s sweet,” Ophelia commented as Kadoc hummed.
“How is he supporting the Servants,” Wodime demanded. “We cannot have him collapsing...not until we summon our own.”
“You're still thinking about summoning servants,” Romani gaped. “But-”
“After we help with the next singularity,” Daybit started. “We need to gauge his ability firsthand and then we’ll go on from there.”
“I say he’s done well enough,” Wodime sighed, before shaking his head. “But I do agree with at least seeing him in the field and how he deals with magical drain.”
“Well,” Romani hummed, Da Vinci speaking up.
“Chaldea is handling the backpower,” Da Vinci assured them. “And we try to limit the amount of times a servant uses their noble phantasm in battle, but sometimes it can’t be helped.”
“I see,” Wodime sighed. “At least you have a plan of how to deal with it right?”
“Yup,” Da Vinci smiled.
“Ritsuka has survived four singularities thus far and any other hiccups we’ve had along the way,’ Romani smiled as he overlooked the seven. “He’s a fine boy.”
“I can only hope we will be able to alleviate his burden for the time being,” Hinako sighed, gently closing her book. “Matter of the fact is that he will be our leader in this excursion,” she began, Wodime nodding. “Our bodies while servants, rayshift and battle ready...were shooting in the dark. Besides, with the way things are described, we would have compromised the situation.”
“I hate to admit but she is correct,” Wodime began. “Our bodies have gone through a great shock not once but twice, the explosion and now suddenly waking up. We may have the capabilities to summon servants and then go on rayshifts...but there is no way we will be able to finish off a singularity.”
‘Ritsuka wants to take advantage of this situation,” Da Vinci spoke up, the others raising a brow. “While he is being targeted, you 7 are to finish things off.”
“We should continue things the way they are,” Ophelia sighed. “I have observed some reports and while I disagree with how actions were done,” she shook her head. “In retrospect, that was the only way to approach things.”
“So...you are all okay with Ritsuka being your...leader, per say,” Romani asked. “You’ll go along with the plan that he wants to take without too much fuss?”
“Things are either going to get more complicated or easier...no inbetween,” Daybit sighed. “We can’t afford infighting, not now.”
“And who is going to argue with me,” Wodime smirked. “I am the prodigy of Marisbury after all. And well...they can all piss off.”
“Indeed.”
“Now, can we get more info about what happened after the explosion,” Scandinavia asked, leaning back with a serious look. “I don’t remember much after the alarms started to flare.”
‘Well...it begins with Lev and Solomon,” Romani began with a tired sigh.
LATER THAT NIGHT
“Ah! Hello,” Ritsuka smiled to the 7 within the shared common room the masters had. “Sorry, I didn’t notice when you came in,” he looked sheepish as he tried to fix up all the reports around him.
“Since you are technically the only master on staff why aren’t you in the master’s office,” Opehlia asked, sitting beside him. She hummed at the amount of schedules there where, along with singularity reports.
“Oh,” he gaped. “I...I was told that place was off limits to me when I first got here and...kinda never went in,” he shrugged. “Besides, from what I could tell those offices belonged to you all and I didn’t want to intrude.”
‘We were in cryo,” Kadoc stated, plopping down on a plush chair. “Not like we could do shit about it.”
“Still,” Ritsuka looked uncomfortable. “It’s your office with your plaque on the wall next to the door.”
‘Now isn’t that sweet,” Scandinavia cooed, going to pinch his cheeks before a knock sounded.
‘Master,” the voice of no doubt a servant spoke. “Are they all here as well?”
“Oh, yes,” he nodded, the door opening to about three servants, each carrying trays. “Hello Marie! Chevalier! Sanson!”
“Hello,” she smiled, the other two following her as they set up tea and snacks. “Emiya told me this was to go to you and I came to check up on you.” She smiled before humming and placing a hand on his forehead. “You look a bit pale.”
“I’m fine,” he assured her with a pout and blush. He pushed the hand away before yelping as Sanson drew close.
“Sleep deprivation...again,” he commented dryly, the boy sticking his tongue out to the executioner who gave him an equally dry look. “I am not above drugging you.”
“Again,” he shot back, the other smiling as that was a triumphant-YES. “Tch...is the tea drugged,” he demanded, the other humming as he walked away.
“Hmm,” she gave him a look as she looked at the reports surrounding him. “Do not forget to rest, lest you end up sleeping in the common rooms again,” she warned, the other two laughing.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, ignoring the peck he got and the pats on the back. “I’m not a kid!”
“Says the one who went 5 days without sleep...three of them without food,” Sanson stated as they left fully.
“Jerk,” Ritsuka grunted.
“Who...who were they,” Wodime asked, Ritsuka jumping before turning to the blonde.
“Oh! Sorry, you usually call them by their class...Um...Rider Marie Antionette, Saber Chevalier D’eon and Assassin Charles Henri Sanson,” he nodded.
“Wha-what,” they gasped.
“Um...d...did I say something wrong…” he swallowed, eyes wide as he looked at them.
“N...no,” Ophelia assured him. “I...it’s just it’s going to take a while to get over and get used to,” she told him, the other nodding as he got up and went to make tea.
“It’s amazing that you get along with them,” Daybit sniffed, the master turning to him.
“Huh,” he asked.
“Most heroic spirits often keep a distance away from their master,” Scandinavia explained to the boy. “They do it so as not to be hurt.”
“Well…” Ritsuka sighed, looking at the pot of tea. “It’s been a few months and we’ve risked tooth and nail to get this far,” he smiled lightly. “And it’s going to be a long year before we can fully….end this.”
“I guess so,” Wodime commented, looking down at his hand which twitched slightly as his body was still getting used to...being used again.
Tch...shameful.
“How do you take your tea?” he asked, smiling at them all. His mood shifted to being bright and cheery once more and they knew...deep down, that he was only doing so to get away from those fearful thoughts.
“I can make it-”
“Ahah! Senpai, at least let me make tea,” he smiled, the others sighing as they realized he had already deemed them his senpai.
So they would roll with it for the time being.
“So,” Beryl asked, leaning back. “What happened with Solomon?”
“Oh…”
Beryl received a few good slaps on the head for that.
“So...that’s kinda how I dealt with the situation,” he sighed, placing his saucer down with a sniff. “I...I still have nightmares,” he admitted, Wodime reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.
The boy looked to him with wide eyes.
“You did good for the situation at hand,” he assured him. “I commend you for keeping cool.”
“I’d about shit myself,” Scandinavia giggled, the others giving him a dirty look...but Ritsuka giggled.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he smiled to the eccentric other.
“Who knows...I’m just glad you got out,” he winked the other laughing.
“Yeah,” he smiled, before looking at the stack and groaning. “I hate paperwork.”
“Now that is not a visage I ever thought I would hear,” Beryl hummed. “A teen complaining about adult things...or acting like a true adult in an office.”
“Ahah, well,” he shrugged, placing the stack into a folder. “Can’t be helped,” he placed it on the table beside him before looking at his watch. “Uggh.”
“Something wrong,” Beryl asked.
“Need to head to the command center to break up a spat between Da Vinci and another servant...god,” he grunted, heaving himself up before swaying a bit. “I’m fine,” he assured them with a smile. “You best rest up Senpai’s! I’ll see you in the morning!”
He ran out before anyone could stop him.
“He’s nice,” Daybit hummed, the other sniffing at the usually very...silent man.
“Yeah,” Beryl hummed.
Maybe things would be fine for them after all