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Jin let out a second swear as all of them were yanked in by the surprisingly strong silver haired girl. “Gee, you could have asked.” Even though they had to admit, this girl’s instincts were proper. Jin found themselves moving toward a desk in the back corner and plopping down on it’s surface, running their fingers just underneath to feel out some rude kanji etched in with a pencil. Weird, how comforting something familiar could be. They really didn't think Ryoma should be mentioning the whole "Persona" thing so openly, but it was hard to come up with the words for why. He was just so odd though, going from strength one moment, then fear of the impossible the next. Was he really planning on going home and talking to his parents. [i]Otou-sama, Okaa-sama, I was drug into a realm of hell and came out with magical abilities! But Alas, I had to take safety in the Detention room instead of dying, so I will accept your punishment!
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“Ryoma-sempai, I don’t think your parents would like you dying in a horror movie fashion either, so this room should be the least of your worries.” They patted the desk nearest, a teasing grin lighting their eyes. “Sit down and relax. You can just tell your precious perfect parents that you were trying to talk all of us delinquents into stopping our errant ways and living a better life, to bring honor to ourselves and our families and the glory of Japan.” Somewhere in that diatribe, the teasing dropped off, leaving a bitterness instead. 

"You too, Ai-sempai. You can write about the dark and scary detention hall." 

Jin put both feet on the chair, and leaned their small body back on the desk with a sigh. "Man, never thought I'd miss this room."