You still doing prompts? You still into assaination classroom? Might I request some cryptid class E.
“What’re you losers doing here?”
Terasaka took a long swig of green tea before answering. He looked at the Big Five the way a normal person would a gross insect. “What’s it look like? We’re eatin’.”
“This is the cafeteria.” Koyama’s greasy nose wrinkled “It’s not for Class E.”
Itona worked a decent amount of ramen noodles on his chopsticks. “Why not? We pay the fee to be here just as much as anyone else. And our library pass is still valid through lunch.”
“You pay to cling to our coattails,” rebuffed Seo. “The least you parasites can do is give us our lunch table.”
“Your lunch table?” Hayami snorted. “Go eat on the roof like the bullshit shonen anime protagonists you think you are. One day won’t kill you.”
“Now listen here-” Seo growled, only to stop with a truly embarrassing squeak as something touched him gentle in the center of his spine.
“You really shouldn’t try to pick fights you won’t win,” Nagisa hummed, calmly freehandling his government-issued knife.
Asano had watched quietly as all of this went on, but his eyes sharpened on the blade. “Is that a weapon? On school grounds?”
“You wish,” Terasaka snapped. “We’re not that dumb. Show ‘em, Nagisa.”
The blue-haired boy bent it under his fingers. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve brought a rock.”
“If you wanted to kill him, he’d be dead,” Ryunosuke answered from beside Hayami.
Terasaka tilted his tea in agreement. “You wouldn’t believe the muscles we get, hiking up and down that bigass mountain. You couldn’t get to us if you tried.”
“And you tried,” Nagisa added. “We’ve seen you climbing up. To prank us, probably. But just know that when you come into our mountain, we know. We always know.”
Seo was shaking from head to his feet. No one really knew if it was the knife, the words, or the glint in Nagisa’s eye, but there was no doubting he was telling the truth.
“Rooftop lunch?” he said finally.
Ren nodded. “Rooftop lunch.”
