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ok, sorry, i think im officially abandoning agwito :3 it's been fun but i just really don't feel like writing it anymore! if i ever get the gumption up to give it a proper ending i'll be surprised. here's the last bit that i had written under the readmore :3 tumblr exclusive!! thanks again

Though she was now a volumployee of Spirits and Such Consulting so she could get on her supernatural swag, Tome Kurata still had one teensy eensy problem.

Well, okay, she had several, least of which was the fact that her socks were cutting into her calves and making for a sensory nightmare as she ran.

No, her problem was what it usually was.

Aliens.

“Catch… that…!”

And, okay, the stitch in her side was a big one too. Ou, ouch, that wasn’t a fun sensation. She wheezed hard, watching with hopeless eyes as the back she was chasing faded into the distance, his antenna blinking in the sun then winking right out. She groaned, and collapsed to her knees.

She’d lost.

“Uhm. Are you o-”

She whisked out a hand, her other too busy clutching at her face, as she reeled in the swamps of defeat.

“Not now, Mob. I’m reeling in the swamps of defeat,” Tome groaned.

There was a beat, then Mob said, “I don’t know what that means but okay.”

Uhg, did nothing mean anything to this boy? She whipped her hand away from her face so she could glare at him but Mob only eyed her with his usual sedate expression.

Sometimes he reminded her a bit of a cow. One of those very calm cows, simply at peace with its life in a vast grassy field so it thought about nothing much. Yes, a cow with big liquid dark eyes and a mopey face. He did love milk. Maybe he drank so much of it because of the resemblance.

It didn’t strike Tome to think that might be mean, or that it might be inaccurate. Why would it?

Tacking that one to the conspiracy board of her mind, Tome flung a pair of pointed hands at him.

“What that means,” She explained, and pretended that she wasn’t pleased to be able to explain something, “Is that Saiki’s gotten away from me AGAIN!”

“Oh.”

Mob took that in. Then he squinted a little bit. “So what does that have to do with swamps-”

She hopped to her feet and caught Mob around the shoulders, poking a finger into his chest.

“You! You can help me!”

Mob also poked himself in the chest and said, “Me?”

Tome grinned and nodded, in love with herself and her mystical magical ideas. She was so smart!

“Yes, you. You’re friends, right? So you can help me catch him! I just want to ask him a few questions is all.”

That was a lie. But what she did want started with only a few questions like, “So what kind of alien are you” and “can you take me to your leader”. That was neither here nor there, though. What was here and there was getting Mob to agree with her.

Mob looked at her with his big dark eyes, and looked at her, and looked at her.

“I don’t think I should do that, Tome,” He disagreed with her and Tome hit the floor with a wail.

“But why noooooot!” She pouted after jumping back up, fixing her shirt where it was tucked into her skirt. All this running about had mussed her outfit.

“If he’s running away from you, I think that means he must not want to talk to you very much,” Mob said.

Then he frowned, and inexplicably Tome felt suddenly very very bad indeed.

“He’s not doing very well right now. So be nice to him, okay?”

“Pshaw, what’s that supposed to mean?” Tome pouted and looked away, brushing hair behind her ear and trying not to be uncomfortable. “I’m being perfectly nice! I’m only attempting to befriend your friend, but he keeps running away from me.”

“Oh.” Mob said, then tilted his head and said, “Maybe he doesn’t want to be your friend.”

Then he turned and walked away like he hadn’t just shattered Tome’s pride to the core.

Ow.

Ou ow.

It wasn’t only the stitch in her side that hurt anymore.

~~~

Another of Tome’s problems was thus.

“Hello, my name is Kokomi Teruhas-” Started an astonishingly beautiful girl but Tome screamed and ran away before she could finish.

It wasn’t only her, though.

“Heyo baby-oh,” Started an astonishingly beautiful girl with a wink and a v-sign. “My name is Mikoto Aiura, let’s be razzledazzl-”

Tome also screamed in her face and ran away again before she could finish.

‘Good grief,’ She rubbed the sweat away from her forehead and clutched at her chest. ‘I keep losing my cool. But there’s so many beautiful people at this resort, and for some reason they keep talking to me. I can’t cope with this!’

“Uhm, are you okay?” Said a feminine voice from behind her and instantly filled with the cold weight of dread, Tome turned around with the aching slowness of a person who fully expected to die any moment. She couldn’t take this. If it was another astonishingly beautiful person, girl or boy, she swore she’d-

It was a girl with a strawberry blond bob decorated with a cute little bow and big cinnamon eyes. She sort of reminded Tome of that Mezato girl that hung around with Mob sometimes, and the familiarity seemed founded in good fortune because Tome sagged in relief.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re not beautiful at all.” She said.

The girl’s look of concern flattened in an instant. “What.”

Tome realized a little too late what she said and started, then tried to smile and play it off.

“Well, I mean-!”

But the girl was already walking away.

Tome thought about chasing after her to apologize properly because that had been an incredibly rude thing to say, but, well, it wasn’t like the girl was an alien and worth the cardio.

‘Besides, it’s not as though I’ll probably ever see her again,’ Tome thought as she watched after the stranger as she rubbed the back of her head. ‘Yeah. I’m sure it’s fine.’

Anyways, she was supposed to meet everyone at the taco restaurant just a couple blocks away from the hotel. She sighed and shook her head, and decided to just look forward to good food.

Only when she got there-

“Mob, hey,” Tome started and lifted her hand in a wave.

Mob turned around and put on a smile to welcome her. “Master said I should wait outside for you since you’re late.”

“Haha, yeah, am I? Sorry.” Tome said as they walked into the restaurant. “I got a bit. Uhm. Distracted. You know UFOs. Geeze, it’s really busy in here, what gives?”

“I guess this restaurant is really popular. We’re seated over here.” Mob said with a pointing finger and led her to a table. Through the crowd it was hard to tell who all was there but Tome could see a pair of pink antenna and had to resist rubbing her hands together in villainous glee. Saiki would be trapped with her and the rules of social convention would bow him to her will, it was perfect.

“Saiki, hey-” Tome started, and then clued in on who was seated either side of Saiki. It was the blond and blue bombshells, and next to the blue bombshell was the girl who she’d accidentally insulted to her face.

Oh yeah.

Those were Saiki’s friends.

Her jaw cracked where it hit the table.

Saiki sighed, and said it for her. “Good grief.”

~~~

It shouldn’t have been so difficult to get through an all expenses paid lunch but being staunchly ignored while simultaneously surrounded by not just beauty but very, uh, loud personalities really put a damper in her appetite. Which was too bad. The tacos were really good.

‘I guess at least she hasn’t tried to talk to me,’ Tome thought, resisting the urge to sink very low in her seat indeed because hoo boy, this was not comfortable. ‘But those looks she’s giving me…’

The name of the girl she’d insulted to her face was Chiyo Yumehara and Chiyo Yumehara was evidently very talented at giving ghoul-like, empty-eyed smiles that zinged Tome every time those eyes scraped by her. They were just for her, too. When she wasn’t fawning over a boy with wild hair and red bandages, or talking with the blue and blonde bombshells, or eating a staggering amount of food that surely spoke to her work out regime, Yumehara was making her antipathy of Tome known.

But she wasn’t saying anything about it.

Worse still the restaurant was so jam-packed that it made it stiflingly hot, or maybe that was just the redhaired guy who seemed to put off heat like a furnace. He’d even melted his shaved ice.

It struck Tome that Saiki was by no means the only person in his friend group who was a little odd. Whether his friends were also of extraterrestrial origin was yet to be determined.

And to be honest, she wasn’t sure she felt like determining anything right now. The atmosphere, real and metaphorical, were so claustrophobic that, honestly? She didn’t even wanna speak.

Usually that would only incite Tome to say more but. Those looks.

Brrr.

And then Tome lifted her eyes from her plate for the first time in a while and noticed that Mob was missing.

“Where’d Mob go?” She asked Reigen.

“Hm? Oh.” Reigen swallowed his mouthful and nodded to the doors. “He was feeling a bit overstimulated so him, Saiki, and Serizawa went out to get some fresh air.”

Really?

She hadn’t even noticed him leaving.

Uhg. Typical boy. He would leave her in her time of need. All the more irritated, Tome stood from the table.

“Right. I’ll. Uh. Be right back too.” She said, then squeezed through the press of bodies for the doors.

The moment she got into the fresh open air and took a deep breath was the moment Tome felt something in her unravel. As the breeze toyed with her hair she closed her eyes.

Maybe Mob had the right idea, a tiny part of her said, because this felt much better.

But that just reminded her that Mob had left her, so with renewed irritation she looked around and went off to find him.

It didn’t take long. One dip through a short alley toward the ocean was all she needed to find three backs leaning against a railing to stare out into the water.

None of the three were talking to each other. They barely even looked together, Serizawa a few feet away. Somehow, though, something about the sight struck her as. Almost companionable.

Tome looked at her feet.

She was no stranger to feeling out of place but.

She turned on her heel and went back to the hotel.

It might have been her imagination but she almost thought she felt something stay with her. Whatever it was, silly as it may seem, Tome was grateful to it because it helped her feel less alone.

“We should be going ghost hunting anyway,” Tome grumbled, then perked up when she remembered she’d brought her ghost hunting equipment. This was the perfect opportunity to break it out!

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