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Jin’s immediate instinct was to swear, loudly, in English, at the sudden attack came hurtling forward. “Shit!” Their second instinct was to raise a hand to protect their chest. Being punched in the chest was endlessly painful, and Jin imagined a broom handle would hurt just as bad. 

However, the attack was halted just in time. The pocky girl must have good reflexes. Jin’s eyes knew the room once their thinking brain caught up to the fighting brain. “Ah… good old detention.” Jin took a step back, nodding in respect for the speedy attack and the implied breaking of useless rules. If this girl hadn’t stopped it, Jin certainly would have a bruised rib or sprained wrist to deal with. 

“Yeah, we’re human.” More or less? “Mind if we join you?” Jin flashed a practiced, lazy smile. It was the one they used to throw people off. A delinquent who smiled instead of snarled? Fuck everyone’s expectations – even Jin’s own. They certainly didn’t feel much like smiling. Although their lips did tug up a bit more when the last few seconds played back, and Jin shot a look to Ryoma. Takajin – the nickname had caught on that fast? Maybe they should have asked for “T-Money” instead…