[Hifumi hasn't noticed any calendar, or anything strange going on, or even the apparent schedule that Jakurai keeps. Even now, his presence is an accident. He holds a super duper dead phone in his hands as he slumps against the front door of the clinic. His shoulder presses against it even as his hand continues to weakly knock.
There's champagne still buzzing through his veins, making it hard for him to think of quick alternatives, and for now even if it's possible that Jakurai might not even be here, Hifumi whines.]
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[Hifumi hasn't noticed any calendar, or anything strange going on, or even the apparent schedule that Jakurai keeps. Even now, his presence is an accident. He holds a super duper dead phone in his hands as he slumps against the front door of the clinic. His shoulder presses against it even as his hand continues to weakly knock.
There's champagne still buzzing through his veins, making it hard for him to think of quick alternatives, and for now even if it's possible that Jakurai might not even be here, Hifumi whines.]
I need your help...!
[It's not that important.
Sorry sensei.]