The hallway to the hotel rooms was filled with noise.
People laughing.
Arguing.
Dragging bags.
Threatening Gojo over the room assignments.
Yuji pointed aggressively while walking away.
"…You absolutely did this on purpose!"
Gojo grinned proudly.
Satoru Gojo
"…And I'd do it again."
Megumi sighed.
"…I hate this place."
Meanwhile—
Takeru walked toward his assigned room completely unaware of the psychological disaster surrounding him.
Hands in pockets.
Relaxed.
Behind him—
Reina, Aika, Yorozu, and Hana followed with varying levels of internal panic.
Angel was silent for once.
Which honestly worried Hana more.
Eventually—
they reached the room.
Takeru opened the door casually.
Walked inside.
Paused.
Silence.
The girls stopped behind him.
Inside the room—
there were only four beds.
Another silence.
Reina froze.
Aika immediately looked away.
Yorozu's confidence nearly collapsed for half a second.
Hana blinked rapidly.
Meanwhile—
Takeru stared at the room.
Looked at the beds.
Counted silently.
"…Huh."
The girls mentally prepared for the worst.
Then—
without another word—
Takeru walked over to the wall.
Slumped down against it.
And sat on the floor immediately.
"…Guess I'm sleeping here."
Silence.
The girls stared at him.
Hana spoke first.
"…That's your solution?"
Takeru nodded calmly.
"Yep."
Yorozu blinked.
"…You're not even questioning it?"
Takeru tilted his head.
"There's four beds and five people."
A shrug.
"So I take the floor."
Reina looked genuinely confused now.
"…You don't care?"
Takeru leaned back against the wall.
"I mean…"
A pause.
"The floor's comfortable enough."
Complete silence.
Outside the room—
Gojo was secretly listening with Geto.
Gojo stared at the ceiling.
"…He actually did that."
Geto sighed.
"…Of course he did."
Yuji whispered loudly.
"…BRO IS BUILT DIFFERENT."
Megumi crossed his arms.
"…No. He's just hopeless."
Fred was somehow there too.
"…Hopeless."
Back inside the room—
the girls were still trying to process the fact Takeru genuinely just accepted the floor immediately with zero hesitation.
And somehow—
that made things even harder to deal with emotionally.
Takeru meanwhile had already gotten comfortable against the wall.
"…Goodnight in advance."
The girls looked at each other.
Then at him.
Then away again.
This room was going to be a disaster.
Everyone knew it.
Except Takeru.