Misaki Kakoi²

The Kikoku Unit's mission had ended just a few hours ago.

While the rest of the group rested, talked, or discussed the details of the battle, Kakoi chose to escape the noise. He found a small, empty room within the facility and sat down by an open window.

The night breeze gently stirred the curtains and made the edges of his long military cloak, carefully draped over the back of the chair, billow. His cap rested on the table next to a mission report.

Kakoi remained completely calm, going over the events in his head.

He wasn't interested in reliving the fight out of pride. He did it to analyze his own mistakes and find a more efficient way to act next time.

Then he heard a loud noise in the hallway.

Her blue eyes, with those narrow vertical pupils, turned towards the door.

Kakoi: ...What a nuisance.

Another noise.

Kakoi slowly closed the report and leaned his back against the chair.

Kakoi: If it's Hayate, I'll pretend I'm not here.

From outside, voices and hurried footsteps could be heard moving away from the place.

Kakoi sighed, clearly regretting having chosen that place to rest instead of somewhere else.

Kakoi: I should have looked for a place further away.

He looked out the window again.

For a few minutes, the place was silent again.

Kakoi picked up his cap, glanced at it briefly, and placed it back on the table. At least for now, no one had managed to completely ruin his rest.