[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 13th - Afternoon[/sub][/right][hr]
Basketball had to be Daigo's least favorite sport. Well, every sport was his least favorite, just for different reasons, but that was beside the point. Basketball still had to be one of the worst. Everyone was taller than him, he fumbled every catch even on the rare occasion there wasn't a giant ready to intercept the ball in front of him, all of his throws were way off target; his only consolation was that his teammates had eventually stopped passing to him altogether. He hadn't been hit in the face with a basketball yet either, which was a solid improvement from middle school.

Contrary to everyone else's annoyance, Daigo had to resist the urge to cheer as the sudden darkness descended over the gym. No more basketball! What a shame. Of course, the sobering realization that the teachers would probably just march the class outside for a different sport if the power didn't return soon rather than cancel this stupid gym day altogether put a damper on his celebration, but at least he got a short reprieve from his torment. Still, the power outage was too good to be true. There had to be some divine irony lurking in the shadows somewhere, waiting to ruin his day in exchange for cancelling the basketball game. The fiery-haired boy trudged toward the bleachers before the student body's antsiness turned into boredom; with his luck, his genius idea to leave his glasses safely tucked away from facebound basketballs on the bench would end with someone sitting on them in the dark.

He didn't get very far before the mention of a bathroom rendezvous stopped him in his tracks. Was- was that code for Hoshino needing to talk to him? Or did he intend to cut class and drag Daigo along as an accomplice into his sordid life of crime? Maybe Daigo just really looked like he had to pee. He was nervous around flying projectiles, sure, but he didn't know basketball made him look [i]that[/i] outwardly pathetic. The boy spun around to question his classmate when he noted the subtle mote of blue in the distance. 

Ah. The divine irony.

Daigo didn't need to be able to actually see it to know damn well what it was; his blood froze in his veins all the same. Which meant Hoshino was intent on following the butterfly to whatever nightmare it led them to this time. How was a newly-built gym already haunted? Or cursed. Or whatever a Lilith did to buildings with broken mirrors and poor innocent Daigos in them. With a resigned sigh, the redhead paced back toward the other would-be demon hunter. He already knew he wouldn't be able to weasel his way out of this one if he couldn't even talk his way out of the Satin Room - or whatever it was called. Wherever they were going, he prayed there was a Khepri there too, at least, because he doubted Class 2-A's walking basketball handicap would fare much better against more shadow hands.

[color=ff9933]"Um, can you help me find my glasses first? It's dark,"[/color] Daigo asked innocently, though his puppy dog eyes were ruined by the obvious anxiety written blatantly across his face. Was he stalling? Yes. Would it matter in the end? Probably not. Hoshino already proved he was both willing and able to physically drag Daigo into whatever supernatural hell he was intent on putting them through, but he could at least wait until Daigo was confident he could hold his lunch down before volun-telling him to come fight monsters in mirror land.

[color=ff9933]"So, I wasn't able to make Khepri appear in that blue room earlier,"[/color] He continued in a lower tone once the coach was out of earshot, [color=ff9933]"What are we gonna do if our Per... Personas, that's it! What are we gonna do if our Personas don't show up?"[/color]

[hr][@Asura]