Shinjiro slowly stood up, looking at the party with a little wariness. He never did parties. Even before everything, it wasn’t his kind of thing. Not that he wanted to get into a fight - but at least he knew what to expect there.

He told himself to grow up and deal with it, and stepped out of the carriage. Squared his shoulders. Here goes nothing.

“Yeah. Good luck, Gokudera,” Shinjiro told him. There’s just a suggestion of a smirk on his face, or maybe it’s a trick of the light. “Try not to blow anything up.”

The bombs had made an impression on him.