It hadn't taken too long. Long enough, thought Togami, who had grown tired of pushing and shoving his way through drunk students covered in satin and sequins. But there, clear as day, was Hall Monitor Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Walking around, breathing, face flushed with blood that was most definitely not gathered in a puddle around him on the floor. Togami was never one for sentimentality, but he could have sworn his heart had skipped a beat. He was alive. How? How was it even possible? This truly was a different kind of place. A strange, paradoxical land. How much did the other boy know, he wondered? He took a step forward, voice still reflecting his shock, not sounding like himself at all.

"Ishi..."

... Wait a second. Was he WALKING AWAY? Was Ishimaru WALKING AWAY from BYAKUYA TOGAMI?! Oh, fuck no. Fuck the wonder, fuck the shock, it's all bullshit. All that mattered now was the disrespect. Togami's voice took on a much more familiar edge as he yelled out louder.

"OI!"