He remembered at the last possible second some old saying to recite to Ikusaba; the journey to your destination is always stranger than --..or was it, 'better' ? He's quite sure the adjective is, in fact, 'stranger' as it would explain why simply attempting to enter the library on time was akin to travelling through Dante's Inferno, except he was the dammed soul that was forced to venture through it.
Having to explain how in the world he managed to arrive well past their designated meeting time was simply out of the question, and is only grateful that she didn't seem annoyed or angry at him, but he had the sinking feeling this would be the last time he would be allowed to make plans. It wasn't that he wasn't a punctual person; he got up early in order to have plenty of time to eat breakfast and make it to his very first class. He tried to make sure he didn't spend too much time in between to get to the next. More often than not he arrived early to events; it was just today simply decided to bite him where the sun didn't shine shortly after he and his new study partner departed earlier.
Starting with the mysterious disappearance of not one, but all of his textbooks, along with his knapsack. Naegi Makoto managed to somehow leave his belongings somewhere in the school and spent the majority of what was supposed to be dinner and studying trying to locate it, practically searching the entire campus to do so. He swore, he probably saw more of Kibougamine than he had all year long; he accidentally walked in on a chess club meeting, of all things, during his search. This was also the first time he step foot into the pool area while there were real life people in it instead of random toys and the occasional notebook paper floating around the 3ft line.
By the time he reached the library on the second floor, he used the last bit of his strength to heave open the heavy, wooden doors and had to catch himself from simply dropping all of his materials to the ground--he was already aching and how embarrassing would it be to be out of breath from sprinting up the one flight of stairs to reach her. He tried his best to keep his composure (as ridiculous as it looked; his hair looked as if it was ran through a blow-dryer, and the textbooks in his arms seemed as if making the kid carry them all on his own was a form of cruel and unusual punishment.)
Somehow, he managed to give an apologetic smile as he finally, finally, sat his materials in front of the soldier and took a seat in front of her. Sweaty, disoriented still from the sudden landing, practically wheezing; but he was physically there.
He bit the inside of his lip before he cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck near where one of the shoulder straps sat.
"..heh.. super sorry about the wait, Ikusaba-san."
He figured then taking everything probably wasn't the smartest move now..there was no way they would cover everything in one sitting, and now they had much less available time to go over work that Mukuro intended on doing first. Sure, he needed the help, but this was mostly for her sake and to try and get her a head start while a real tutor wasn't there. Naegi made a note to ask her for her phone number later, if she had one. Next time, if something screwed him over he could warn her ahead of schedule.
The other stifled a short laugh afterwards, "I hope I didn't miss too much," he joked, "Did you decide on what you wanted to start first while you were waiting? If not, I have a couple ideas about..making a schedule in the meantime."
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