It had been a few weeks since the end of the decision game, and things were starting to return to (somewhat) normal for Junpei. He’d gone with Aoi to work at Crashkeys, and he was meeting fairly regularly with everyone else while looking for that terrorist (that Junpei still wasn’t 100% convinced actually existed). All in all, it was at least a much better life than he’d had the year before- however, there was one person he very much did not want to see again.
But, because life seemed to hate Junpei, of course he’d run into this asshole again.
His face instantly shifted into a glare, and his mouth twitched a bit with disgust as he stared at Delta. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he agreed with Carlos’s choice, but it hadn’t really been his place to do anything. Now, though? Well, at the very least, he might be able to get away with punching him in the face (well, maybe if there weren’t other people around). “What the hell do you want, you bastard?”