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As for tonight, Choe stalked around the teacher’s living quarters among the Oso Academy—not under the disguise as a student. He held a staff position as well to ensure Makishima’s cover remained in place, so it’s not an uncommon sight to see him strolling among these corridors at this hour in the evening.

Seemingly contrary to Choe’s busy nature, he stopped to gaze across the courtyard as the sun set off in the west, observing the flowers which were in bloom this late spring season. The academy had an exquisite collection—most notably, some foxglove blooms outside the building he stood closest to. He didn’t know any better, but it does seem as if some stalks of foxglove had gone missing…

The corners of his thin lips crease into a smile as he enters the building commons, strolling his way down the hallway to find a certain someone he’d been meaning to speak to. Another sort of person Makishima invested quite a bit of attention toward—which, naturally, meant this man presented himself as a danger as well. It didn’t take long for Choe to catch up to him after learning the other man’s routine. Perhaps his own footfalls were heard quickly approaching upon the hallway’s hardwood floor, as Choe reached over Touma’s shoulder to press his hand against a door the other man was approaching, preventing Touma from proceeding on.

“Mind if I have a few words with ‘ya?”

 
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