week 01, tuesday, evening

[hopefragment]

[it's getting worse. at breakfast, exhausted, he'd closed his eyes for a moment and jolted awake less than a minute later, fully convinced he'd slept until lunch. he'd gone through the rest of the day trying to keep himself within easy sight of the clocks, just to try to keep a grip on himself. it's so, so dull, though he doesn't dare risk letting that show. after everything he'd said about not letting these motives affect them, there's no way he can crack so soon.

maybe he just needs to talk to some more people? he could go back to his room and sleep, but its far too disorienting to let that happen. instead, on his way up the stairs, he pauses and instead of heading to the second floor, starts walking down the first hallway. he'd wanted to speak to inaba yesterday, but hadn't made time. maybe she has some free time now?

it's a little uncertain, but he raises his hand to knock on her door.]

Hey, Inaba? It's Hinata. You in here?

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[dereban]

Why don't you know, then? I'm sorry for making assumptions but you don't have amnesia, do you?

[hopefragment]

...How should I know? That's one of the things that comes with amnesia.

[He's on the defensive now. He just came to have a nice chat and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now??]

I've been told that it's common to forget things during times of high stress. I don't know about you, but this would definitely qualify.

[dereban]

Is that so...

[ She gazes off into the distance, as if that's relevant to her. ]

I wonder if it's really that common, though. [ A shrug, and then a sigh. ] But that's probably not what you came here for. Did you want something?