I hope so too. [mob answers, a little easier, just... so grateful for this little conversation. it's so normal, like things were before asagiri joined the school.

not that he remembers that well. it's all an odd blur but he's pretty sure-

sunny doesn't throw his bag in the toilet or try to take any of his things. mob eases just a little more.] It must be hard, moving so far.

[a careful glance through his wet bangs before he goes back to dabbing at them. then sunny says sorry and his throat feels tight.

it's so nice to hear. sometimes he wondered since no one seemed to listen, no one wanted to help, that maybe the real problem was him all along.

(he doesn't deserve this.)

he puts the towels down on the sink, grip shaky.] You shouldn't-

[a pause, teeth clicking shut. a false start then-] You shouldn't do that, what you did. It was nice, but she might pick on you.

She's- [horrible, hateful, terrible] - She's bad.