there’s a n x i e t y in air; feet tapping syncopated beats against the flooring as thrumming fingers and hearts accompany them. sighs occupy the room: filling it up until there’s too much tension exhaled into the room. naegi wrings his hands as his eyes flit from the door to his desk ad infinitum, hands are shaking and hagakure’s tea has gone cold before him.
“makoto!” a voice, loud, fills the tense air and jostles everyone to reality.
he’s glad that he made it back in time for this. nakajima kanon sits at the end of the room with a heavy heart as she struggles to accept the loss of kuwata leon. others that have been rescued bustle around momentarily as future foundation staff members try to figure out where to filter them off. there are resounding footsteps and then in a blur of brown hair and streaking tears, naegi komaru has buried her face into the crook of her brother’s neck.
togami and kirigiri seem unfazed, but there is a softness within their features. even the iciness of togami has melted for the moment. asahina excitedly begins to cry, but her eyes are searching for someone that hagakure hasn’t brought back and apparently neither had komaru and--
fukawa.
he stands before he can stop himself; fukawa enters with a disgusted look on her face and her hair all in disarray. komaru excitement had got the best of her and therefore she had left fukawa somewhat behind. hagakure has to stop himself from rushing to her to pull her into his arms. he’s so happy that she’s safe. that’s enough for him.
walking on light, hagakure approaches her. “welcome, home.” and it isn’t, but they are all safe and that’s enough.
