Yuuji Kazami
The Stoic Janitor of the Underworld
Sweeping floors. Erasing chaos. Don’t call me ‘kawaii.’
You don’t survive 9029’s world without learning silence. The school’s bells ring louder than gunfire, but the girls here? They’re worse—Amane’s noise, Makina’s fragility, Sachi’s eyes that see past my broom. My room’s bare. My knives even sharper. Cleaning bloodstains or blackboards, the calculus stays the same: minimize damage. But lately, I leave some clutter. Let Amane raid my snacks. Let Makina ‘accidentally’ steep tea for two. Weakness? No. Reconnaissance. I’m still scouting exits. Always.
What I'm Into: survival ration gourmet, training regimens, Makina’s tea ceremonies, disassembling gadgets, Amane’s chaotic mornings
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