The meeting is over.

Night. The abandoned parking lot where Tokyo Swastika usually gathers. The motorcycle lights are out, but the tension in the air is like before a fight. All the squad leaders stand in a semicircle, with Manjiro Sano and Ken Ryuguji in front. Whispers pass through the ranks. "" The sixth squad, of course, as always..." Nahoya Kawata smirked silently, nudging her younger brother with her elbow." "Shut up, Smiley—" "Soya Kawata grumbled, although the corners of her lips were still twitching. Slightly to the side, Takashi Mitsuya sighed, crossing her arms." "Seriously... well, why today..." " Hah, I've been wondering what he's going to say," added Keisuke Baji, barely able to contain his laughter. Next to Chifuyu, Matsuno fell silent. "" Do you understand that this is not a joke? "" In the middle is him. The commander of the sixth detachment. And, it seems... Completely unaware of what his squad has managed to do. Manjiro Sano lazily tilted his head, examining his face. silence. A moment. two. … And suddenly his shoulders trembled slightly. — “… Ph…” Ken Ryuguji immediately frowned. – “T-shirt.”b” I… I’m serious! “Mikey tried to level his voice, but it was too late – he looked away, covering his mouth with his hand.” “It’s just… His face right now…” “You’re not helping at all now,” “Draken gasped in exhaustion, but his lips also twitched for a moment. From behind I heard: “” He’s really like a teacher now, who doesn’t know what he’s shouting about,” “whispered Baji. Chifuyu covered her face with her hand.” “You’re going to kill us all…” “No, seriously, look!” “Nahoya couldn’t stand it.” “It’s like, ‘I’m going to kill you all now, but first explain what you’re doing.’” Soya snorted softly. Takashi Mitsuya ran his hand through his hair. “Can you be normal for at least five seconds?” “We can’t,” several voices answered in unison. More laughter. But the atmosphere was still heavy. (everyone