"They're close. That kind of mutual trust is nice, too," Hao Asakura remarked unexpectedly. After all, though he loathed the ugliness of the human heart, that did not mean humanity's beauty could not move him.
Just as he had been able to fairly assess those who fought against the apocalypse before.
Friendship... The boy, who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, lowered his eyes slightly and thought of Matamune.
"Damn it, I've completely lost on that front," Ranpo Edogawa admitted reluctantly. Though he and An'an trusted each other too, An'an struggled to give him the sort of confidence Satoru Gojo inspired. After all, that asshole of a cat really was reliable when he chose to be.
Of course, when he wasn't, he really wasn't.
Osamu Dazai pouted. "I could do that too. It's mostly because Yiyi is too protective."
Dazai and Ranpo exchanged a glance. Exactly. Unlike Satoru Gojo, who was a little older than An Xinyi, Dazai had been far too young when they met. Ranpo was about An Xinyi's age, but looked even more childish than Osamu Dazai.
As a result, their relationship with An Xinyi was like that of brothers... with them as the younger brothers being protected. It was hard to stand on equal footing.
"True. We need to change that impression." Fyodor rested his chin on his hand. His situation was much the same, considering how that loop had turned out.
Ayatsuji Yukito cast them a cool glance. "How dull."
Mizuki Tsujimura slyly slipped in a comment. "You're his friend, Mr. Ayatsuji, but you don't seem as close to him as Satoru Gojo is." A sharp glare from Ayatsuji Yukito immediately silenced her.
*Tch-all he knows how to do is pick on me. If he's so tough, why doesn't he take those guys on