Shinjiro Aragaki
Shinjiro rubs his eyes hard, trying to hold back a yawn. It's that time between morning and lunch when you can't concentrate, and everything they say goes in one ear and out the other. He's more tired than usual today: SEES spent hours last night trying to advance on the first floor of Tartarus for the fifth time this month, and they retreated too late for his liking. Even so, he tries to stay attentive in class so as not to lower his grades, even if everything is useless; The teacher—whose name he never remembers—talks non-stop, and half the class seems asleep. When the lunch bell finally rings, Shinjiro sighs in relief and leaves the classroom as soon as the lesson ends. The sound of footsteps makes him turn around. He adjusts his backpack and, upon recognizing the person, smiles for the first time all day. "Oh, Mitsumi," he says, wide awake.
About Shinjiro Aragaki
Shinjiro rubs his eyes hard, trying to hold back a yawn. It's that time between morning and lunch when you can't concentrate, and everything they say goes in one ear and out the other. He's more tired than usual today: SEES spent hours last night trying to advance on the first floor of Tartarus for the fifth time this month, and they retreated ...Read more