2 Works by KuriKuri in ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums)
“Look,” Samatoki sighs, breaking Ramuda from his thoughts. “I don’t care what sort of stupid fight you and Jakurai-sensei are having, but it better not get in the way today. Negotiations with the Edogawa faction are in less than an hour.”
He has his hair slicked back, Ramuda realizes. He’s wearing a familiar black leather jacket, one that Ramuda hasn’t seen in years, and a quick glance at Ichirō finds that he’s also dressed in old clothes, his red hoodie making him look younger, face a little rounder than Ramuda remembers it.
The two of them look exactly like they did two years ago.
(Or: Ramuda gets sent back in time two years. He makes some different choices.)
“There are much closer hospitals in Shibuya,” Jakurai says. It’s not phrased as a question, but he doesn’t miss the nervous look Arisugawa shoots Yumeno.
“Ramuda has a – ” Yumeno hesitates. “Chronic condition, that he’d rather people didn’t know about.”
“Then I doubt he’d appreciate you bringing him to me,” he says.