[ This is... actually really difficult. Just like everything about Ouma had been, and proven itself right until the end he supposes. He knows he only really has one chance at this; if he guesses it wrong, it's likely he won't get a second and the other will slip from the situation and vanish for... who knows how long.
At first, he glances behind him and considers the clock tower. The reason he figures Ouma didn't go any further down the stairs is because Saihara would have seen him, and he ran the risk of being caught before he could vanish. Since he'd looked to put himself out of sight first and foremost... that's a valid option. But there's no entrance here -- the 3rd floor is right between the two that have them, so he can count that out. The classrooms...? No, a lot of people have been using those as safe places to sleep, just like him. There's no way Ouma wouldn't know.
He actually doesn't consider the bathroom, almost until he's all the way there, his hand brushing past the edge of the door as he's almost run the course of the entire wall. But it's really the last option left, and... he can't think of as strong of an argument against it as the other two, aside from maybe that it's really closed off. Would Ouma really back himself into a tiny space like that...? If he had a better option, probably not.
But he doesn't.
Still, Saihara can't really risk it either. After mulling it over for a while, handle almost half-pressed, he gives up in the middle and it returns to its original position. The door doesn't open after all. Instead, he fiddles for a few moments with a strip of paper and a pen he pulls from his uniform pocket, both items he's appropriated from some desks and has been carrying around to take notes in the absence of photo evidence. In the dim light from the screen of his PDA, he manages to scribble something quickly, keeping an eye over his shoulder the whole time. There's still a chance he's wrong about this, after all.
When he's done, he folds the paper once for better traction, and then crouches to slide it under the door. It kind of jams at first, so it's difficult, but he manages to slip it halfway through -- just enough to make sure it would be seen. But not the whole way, since he does need to be able to see if someone's actually on the other side to take it. If it vanishes, he'll know.
The note itself doesn't say much; it's short and to the point: ]
We do need to talk about this sooner or later. You know that, right?
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At first, he glances behind him and considers the clock tower. The reason he figures Ouma didn't go any further down the stairs is because Saihara would have seen him, and he ran the risk of being caught before he could vanish. Since he'd looked to put himself out of sight first and foremost... that's a valid option. But there's no entrance here -- the 3rd floor is right between the two that have them, so he can count that out. The classrooms...? No, a lot of people have been using those as safe places to sleep, just like him. There's no way Ouma wouldn't know.
He actually doesn't consider the bathroom, almost until he's all the way there, his hand brushing past the edge of the door as he's almost run the course of the entire wall. But it's really the last option left, and... he can't think of as strong of an argument against it as the other two, aside from maybe that it's really closed off. Would Ouma really back himself into a tiny space like that...? If he had a better option, probably not.
But he doesn't.
Still, Saihara can't really risk it either. After mulling it over for a while, handle almost half-pressed, he gives up in the middle and it returns to its original position. The door doesn't open after all. Instead, he fiddles for a few moments with a strip of paper and a pen he pulls from his uniform pocket, both items he's appropriated from some desks and has been carrying around to take notes in the absence of photo evidence. In the dim light from the screen of his PDA, he manages to scribble something quickly, keeping an eye over his shoulder the whole time. There's still a chance he's wrong about this, after all.
When he's done, he folds the paper once for better traction, and then crouches to slide it under the door. It kind of jams at first, so it's difficult, but he manages to slip it halfway through -- just enough to make sure it would be seen. But not the whole way, since he does need to be able to see if someone's actually on the other side to take it. If it vanishes, he'll know.
The note itself doesn't say much; it's short and to the point: ]