His body felt like lead after going toe to toe with the creature for as long as he did. As a result, he was more grateful than concerned or skeptical when a fancy light-show completely obliterated the Berserker that had been giving them such hell. The two figures were welcome sights in his best estimation.

That was until Hattori's grimace told him that they weren't. He had yet to see his partner give a disdainful look like that, as though something truly disgusting had crawled up and died in his favorite pair of headphones. The hand-sign used by one of the men looked familiar, but it wasn't until Hattori flinched at the word brother that all the pieces finally fell into place. Well, almost all of them. Sibling rivalry didn't explain where Shima and Kazuya had come from. More importantly, would unrequested outside assistance count against the victory?

"I don't want to sound ungrateful, so let me be the first to say thanks," Yunosuke started, slowly rising after he had put his hands to his knees in an attempt to catch his breath, "But did somebody send you guys to fetch our asses from the fire?" He chose his question carefully to hide his overwhelming ignorance on the matter. Taking a few steps forwards towards the Academy that they had just been unceremoniously dumped in front of, he glanced between Shima and Hattori. The last thing he wanted was for the yokai to start going at each other. He would be put in an awkward spot, should that happen. It wasn't completely clear if Hattori would expect or welcome assistance, if this was a "blood bros before bickering bros" type scenario, or if he was going to end up right in the middle of it. Worst of all, he didn't like the looks of Katsuya. Even though there weren't any discernable features under the mask, he still gave off the aura that he potentially ate kittens for breakfast just for kicks.

He was glad to hear Shima mention Chosokabe, no matter how much shit-eating sarcasm was barely contained in his tone. It left him thinking there might yet be a means to escape the tense reunion.

"You know what? Good plan. I'll run ahead to tell the old man we're alive and kicking. If you need a couple of minutes, Hattori, that's cool. You know the way to the office probably better than I do," the human inched away as he spoke, but in his mind, it seemed more like he was dashing off in an outright sprint. He passed a few quasi-familiar faces of classmates whose names he ought to know by now, and successfully slipped into three building.

"How's Hattori?" came the voice of Teijo from atop the staircase that led to the headmaster's office. The yokai peered down at Yunosuke, leaning against the railing and smiling with as much good-will as he could muster.

Yunosuke struggled to match the pleasantries, "Actually, not too bad, but I worry he's going to be getting into some sort of fist-fight outside with his brother."

That caught Teijo's attention. His brow wrinkled and he pursed his lips with a dissatisfied noise, "Was anyone with Shima?" 

It took a couple of seconds for him to recall that Shima was the name of the brother, but he responded, "Yeah, actually. Some human Shiningami? Kazuya, I think."

The yokai's expression was hard to read, "Well, Chosokabe is in a meeting right now. It seemed like something of a surprise, because he had sent for me just about twenty minutes ago. I'll let you steal my spot in line." He looked a bit distant as he said that, and he passed Yunosuke in order to check what was going on outside.