Tamako was in the middle of making some sakura mochi when she heard the knock, âComing~!â she called as she finished making the last of the batch. She walked over and opened the door to see her friend standing there, for a moment she thought that she had never actually given him a hug. Maybe she shouldnât do it now then? instead she took hold of his hands and swung them around, âMochhii! Iâm so glad you are here! Oh! I made some food! come in!â she hopped away in excitement and to let him inside.
It took a bit, but as soon as the familiar voice sounded from inside the room Mochizou could have burst out in tears right on the spot. It was her, it really was her. Of course it was, but the teenage boy still wasn't sure he could fully believe it. Of course when the door opened to reveal the excited face of his childhood friend all doubts were immediately washed away. The feeling of her hands grabbing his, her voice, her enthusiasm, it was all proof that this was not just simply one of his guilty dreams.
"Yeah. It's nice to be here," he agreed, although that might not have been the most fitting thing to say considering the fact that they were locked in a school where they supposedly have to murder to get out. He would just have to deal with that eventually. "I-if you don't mind, then... Sorry to disturb," he called politely into the room upon entering. "Your room mates won't mind me being here?"
