Someone mentioned that they'd like to see these snippets on here, so here they are! ^^

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"So you both agree?" Souma asked shortly, feeling far too tired and sore to play at being polite.

"I don't have any complaints," Kouki drawled, leaning back in his seat, arms crossed comfortably over his chest.

"This incident," Takuma said, tapping the file on the table in front of them. He fixed first Souma and then Kouki with a sharp, intent look. "What can you tell me about it?"

Souma felt like he didn't particularly need to check which incident he was referring, but nonetheless leaned over to take a look. "Kid got called away, left her lunch unattended," he shrugged, "but her response was the most appropriate reaction in that situation, considering the circumstances."

"She can't relate to her classmates, and it's fully reciprocated. I would have been concerned if she'd tried to confront them herself, but instead, she went and fetched someone who could do it for her," Kouki mused absently. "It was careless, but I don't think it's much of a problem."

"It's gonna be a pain to find a sensei for this kid," Tamuka muttered speculatively, picking up Shiranui Kyo's file for a closer inspection. "Someone who's willing to babysit for a few years, while still capable of making the most of that mind-set." And that wasn't even mentioning what teammates to place her with.

If they weren't careful, she could end up entirely isolated, unable to connect to anyone.

No one wanted an assassin specializing in poisons to end up in that position, for several reasons. Most of which had to do with mental health and the fact that containing someone like that would be a pain if it came to it.

"I'm sure the higher-ups will figure it out," Kouki drawled, seemingly unconcerned. "They've got a few months left to get the last few things in order."

"You were that sure she was gonna graduate early?" Souma asked, slanting the man with a shrewd look.

"Kyo-kun was the youngest in the batch, but she's got a better understanding of the world around her than some kids in your class, Takuma." He shrugged. "Was pretty obvious to me."

"Pity she's small for her age," Tamuka huffed with a frown, glancing over the girl's personal information one last time. "Could do better in taijutsu class, too. Would be a shame if she's killed before she's got a chance to grow into herself."

"Not really our problem, is it? We just teach them to a certain point before handing them over to the next sensei," Souma muttered, rubbing at his side. "Any other issues, or can I get the hell out of here?"

"Go, see your medic," Takuma muttered distractedly, snapping Shiranui Kyo's file shut and tucking it under his arm. "Try and see if they can't fix your temperament while they're at it."

"Like you can fucking talk, asshole," Souma scoffed, but got to his feet and wandered off.