[ he was a popular upperclassman -- he dealt with more than a few loopy underclassmen, each worse than the last. he had to give one particular freshman the puberty talk. he can handle a little bit of tachibana-style irrationality.

rin listens to the odd lilt of makoto's voice, the deception that he can't hide, and he doesn't understand.

but he's hiding behind a building with smoke in his lungs and a newly-healed wound in his shoulder, and he understands that even less. this isn't the time for pettiness; he's bigger than this. ]

I get it, alright? We're all stressed. This megalomaniac just finished ranting about puny humans like he popped straight out of this week's issue of Jump.

[ an audible sigh; rin hunkers down, back to the concrete wall. this deserves his full attention -- makoto is his only real connection to home, after all. ]

Maybe you told me about him, you know, the last time I was here, but this time around I have no idea who Haru is. Text me his last name and - like I said - I'll make sure he's okay.