slam dunks this before endgame fck || Katsumi || ATTN: Shun
He was truly skeptical of the situation that they were all in, the fact that they’ve been transported into some place that they had little to no knowledge on. It was some place that linked the two classes- even the deceased could kick back into gear to greet the living! Although…what was going to happen? Were they going to have some kind of dramatic separation where they all go on their own ways, never to see each other?
(Wonderful.)
Katsumi nervously fiddled around with his fingers, his eyes looking among the crowd for someone, that certain someone that would make him feel safe from all this. He could feel himself slowly grow more and more nervous as his thoughts raced in his head, making him more fidgety than normal. Not him, not him, certainly not him— oh, there he was.
With the series of events going on, he almost thought that they’ve been separated! Not that it would make too much sense, but he just couldn’t help but to feel somewhat anxious over that. He didn’t know many people, nor did he made any attempts to go ahead and make more friends- so everyone made him on edge, nervous, even more sour than he was before. At least the mastermind seemed to be more better than some individuals in this place- not to say that their actions were completely excused. Of course not.
Quietly walking over in the direction of where Shun was, he extends a hand to grab and give a light tug on the fabric of Shun’s shirt to get his attention. Okay, maybe there could have been other better methods, but he didn’t really think yelling across the room would have been fun.
(As if that was the only thing he could have done. Ah, well, he never really thought too much outside of the box.)
"…Shun."
Okay. What topic was there he could say. Well Fuck!
"………..H…Hi. Hey. Hello. Are you feeling okay? S…Since we were sorta…transported. And stuff! Yeah."
What the fuck.









