Yomo finds out just how involved Uta is in all of this.

My boy Yomo better live so this can happen. *falls on face, prays to Ishida*

Uta lounges in HySy Studio, sketching designs for another mask. This one is inspired by dragons, or whatever chaos that runt Souta has planned.

No one will wear it. That’s okay.

He slips on his No-Face mask and dances around the studio. So much fun. 

Until someone’s fist blasts him into the wall.

Uta leaps to his feet, barely bruised – and sees a livid Yomo there, flanked by Touka Kirishima, some sassy middle-schooler, and … Suzuya Juuzou?

He laughs. “To what do I owe this motley visit?”

“Being a two-faced bastard,” Touka shoots back. 

Yomo steps forward, clenching and unclenching his fist. “Is it true?”

“What? Is what true?” Uta bats his eyes. 

“Don’t do that.” Yomo’s voice is strained. He curses. “I knew you were a Clown, but…”

“You impersonated Mr. Shinohara.” Suzuya looks like he wants to cry.

“You’re working with our big leader,” sings the middle schooler. He has a tongue piercing, and that alone warms him to Uta. 

Uta sniffs. “You’re a half-ghoul.”

“No, I’m an Oggai, shithead,” says the kid. “Want to know what happened? Here we were, slaughtering the ghouls in the 24th ward – our leader really took a shine to slicing up your Yomo –”

“When Kuki Urie and the Quinx Squad arrived to tell us we were all being played by ghouls like Nimura Furuta. So we struck a truce. I didn’t like Furuta anyway.” Suzuya crosses his arms. “And I don’t like you.”

“And I remembered you!” The kid giggles. “So now we’re confronting you. Ain’t life a bitch?”

“Please stop swearing,” Yomo says automatically.

Uta chuckles. “You never change, Yomo.”

“Did you? Or were you always this cruel?” Yomo steps forward. He could have died today. The two rogue Quinxes are currently imprisoned with half the rebellious Oggai, but if the lead Quinx hadn’t arrived – he’d be dead. Would Uta care?

“I’m lonely.” Uta smiles at him and shrugs. “So what are you gonna do? Kill me? Torture me? You won’t get far.”

“Don’t you care?” Yomo bellows. “Touka nearly lost her baby! I nearly died! Don’t you feel anything at all?”

He shoves Uta against the wall. His eyes blaze. “What is wrong with you?!”

At his touch, Uta blinks back the image of Yomo’s head rolling along the tunnels of the 24th ward. It’s distinctly unpleasant.

“I – I don’t know,” he whispers. Wait, Touka is pregnant?

“Well, you’ll have time to figure it out, because we’re arresting you.” Suzuya beams at him.

Yomo turns away, and everything in Uta screams for him to look back.