[ There's a smudge of burgundy red coming into his field of view. Though his vision fails, Minato would recognize that voice anywhere. ]

Kirijo-senpai?

[ He presses a palm against his forehead and shakes his head, trying to dispel some of her concern. ]

I'm fine, just... tired.

[ The bone-deep exhaustion threatening to claim him is, admittedly, a familiar sensation. It's one akin to the sort that had increasingly plagued him all throughout the month leading up to graduation day.

...but surely, it can't be related. Scattering life-threatening and hazardous items anywhere in the resort was counterproductive to its goals, wasn't it? Your guests can't have sex if they're ill or on a serious physical decline, right? ]

...if it's not too much trouble, senpai, can you guide me to someplace where I can sit?