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The rookie meister hummed a little tune in the hallways. He caught sight of the word 'restroom'. Eh, it wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but he didn't mind. Loki would gently push the door on his way in, surprised by how much cleaner the bathroom got by the day. Taking a few more steps, he would suddenly hear loud breathing from a stall. A sweatdrop would roll down Loki's forehead with a 'what the firetruck?' look on his face. Ignoring the breathing of some probably constipated guy, the meister made his way to the urinals to 'let go of his flow'.

With no warning, the breathing would suddenly grow even louder, shifting into some kind of panting. From the sounds, he instantly reacted. Zipping up his pants, Loki suddenly coughed as if he was being hit by imaginary blows, blood trailing down his nose. The blows and blood brought him down to his knees on the glistening white flooring. His mind would trail off into the magical land of pervertedness, his unneeded glasses fogging up. "Eheheheh..." Loki chuckled in a fiddling with his fingers like a creeper. The noises slowly went to a stop. Loki's creepy breathing and chuckles came to an end as well. He got up on his feet rotating his neck around, crack, crack, crack, his bones gliding against each other.

Moving on to the sink, he looked at the old Shinigami-Mask soap dispenser. Seriously, what was up with these decorations? Who designed the architecture for Shibusen Academy? The meister would reach towards the soap dispenser, ready for what the suspicious looking dispenser would bring. Tap, tap. He would poke the dispenser a little bit of soap leaking out. Eyes wide open, he would raise a brow. He would tap the dispenser once again, the soap coming out normally. Everything was normal... too normal. Loki shrugged his shoulders, happily washing his hands while whistling a tune. Afterwards, he moved onto the drying. There... and done.

Before going to the door, Loki would approach the creepy stall on his tip-toes, being ever so silent. There was slight breathing, the boy placing his ear on the door. Like 'Roku' going into 'Uber Skiyan' there was a loud grunt that turned into a battle cry. "Areare!" Sorin exclaimed, taking multiple swift steps away from the mystery stall. Back against the wall, his arms were held up in an 'x', with a his mouth in the shape of a long o and his eyes slit with brows bent. "Oh, baby~!" A deep voice would grunt once the battle cry was over. Oh god. What has Shibusen Academy come to? Loki ran for the door, slipping on the squeaky clean floors, but was too surprised to care. Barely on his feet he pushed the door open with all his might, the door slamming against the door-stopper. The noises retreated as the rookie slammed the door closed, sprinting back to his classroom.

Once he was gone, from the mystery stall was a little man with rubber gloves and cleaningware. He exited the overly clean stall and moved onto scrubbing the blood that Loki had left. "Kids these days..."

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