Somehow it happened. Yamada turned the corner, his rotund bulk occupying a vast portion of the hallway in comparison to the Super High School Level Perfection at the opposite end. Somehow it happened.

They couldn't move.

"We know what must be done. This is our fate. It's all or nothing, there is no in-between!"

A tumble weed made from old, slightly burnt mistletoe rolled across the space between them which certainly would have been more majestic if they weren't practically right on top of one another.

Yamada broke the serious atmosphere first, grimacing into desperate whine. "...But do we have to?"