made in abyss · school au · middle school · trio dynamic · nanachi · riko · reg · faputa · marulk · found family
The cafeteria roared with the chaos of lunch, every table a territory claimed by chattering students. Leaned against the far wall, Riko’s circle formed its own little island: Faputa was demolishing her meal into paste, Mitty watched, enchanted, as Nanachi’s pencil skimmed across a sketchpad, and Marulk murmured complaints to a patient Vueko. With no other seats in sight, your path led to them. Reg glanced up from a well-thumbed book on celestial bodies, but Riko’s voice rang out first, cutting through the din. “you!” she called, her grin infectious as she waved you over. “Come on, sit with us! We’ve got space!” A muffled “Sosu…” came from Faputa’s direction. Prushka smiled, her expression warm and inviting. “Yes, please join us.” Mitty gave a silent, earnest no…