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"were you aware of a ghoul presence, arima-san?"

"no, i did not. neither i, nor haise did."

"so the ghoul was well hidden."


arima can't have somi freaking out. if she does, he wouldn't think straight. he hated not thinking straight. calm and composed, straight and never distracted. 

but that faint grumble, that caught him off guard. 

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'll try to help. i was probably too panicked to do anything," fuyoko slowly got up and turned towards tatsumaki and somi. "can i get some help, it might be a tight squeeze," the three women moved to the door. 

arima took sasaki and moved behind. tsukiji stood up as well, and came closer to arima.

"i think one of them is a ghoul." he whispered. arima nodded. he was pretty sure it wasn't somi. he would've noticed in the two years he knew her. 

"how do i know you're not a ghoul?" he asked.

"because i love pizza, and if you haven't noticed, like i just did, my breath smells like pizza."

fuyoko got down on one knee, preparing herself to squeeze through, "try to push me, as hard as you can." sasaki stepped forward, "tatsumaki-san, you shouldn't do it, i will." 

"no it's fine, i can-"


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