First, second and third year classrooms alike returned to the curriculum, the Persona users' peers and instructors oblivious to the realm outside the routine. While some brains crunched mathematics, others juggled strategy and advantage over foes that no history book had ever described. Time crawled ever slowly forward until, finally, the last and gratefully welcomed bell of the day rang its chime out and dismissed the students.
Eber was out the door before Akinari could so much as stand with his bag. Hikaru lingered for Shiori.
And Isoroku stood and hovered at the doorway for Rin, Koji, and the... questionable company of Kumiko. "Where the hell is stick-boy, anyway?"
Eber was out the door before Akinari could so much as stand with his bag. Hikaru lingered for Shiori.
And Isoroku stood and hovered at the doorway for Rin, Koji, and the... questionable company of Kumiko. "Where the hell is stick-boy, anyway?"