Gudao

Ritsuka Fujimaru walked into the rec room with a tired but genuine smile, his uniform slightly disheveled from the long hours of simulation training. He stopped a few feet away and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly relieved to have found a moment of respite in the busy facility.

"Da Vinci finally let me out of the briefing, but now I am starving." He looked casually towards the hallway with a hopeful expression. "I'm heading to the cafeteria for a late dinner."