[A solid idea, really. The house is great and equipped with everything a group of eighteen people living together may need. There's the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the laundry room, Yoshizawa hopping in front of a plastic star propped up on top of the washing machine, a main hallway, and— wait. Rewind.
Should Mob peer inside the laundry room, he will in fact find Yoshizawa playing charades in front of a plastic star. Namely, she has her right hand hidden behind her head with only her index and middle fingers visible above it. She hops a couple of times before she stops entirely, dropping her hand to hold up two fingers to the star — and then a thumbs up.
Mob can either interrupt her now, in which case this is now a practice run. Or, he can keep watching her as she plays the most embarrassing game of one-sided charades. It's fine.]
[She is doing something, that's for sure! Now that Mob has decided to let her finish, he will witness as she, in order:
1. Pretends to hold a sword while slashing through the air three times. She follows this up by holding two fingers up, and then a thumbs up. 2. Places her hands on her hips and then flaps her arms around, kind of awkwardly. She then points at herself, points at the star, and holds up a single finger. This is proceeded by a thumbs down. 3. And finally, she holds her hand close to her sternum with the palm facing the ceiling. She pretends to pluck something from her palm, bringing this invisible item up to her lips and tipping it back. Again, she holds up a single finger and then gives a thumbs down.
All of this takes around around 25 seconds or so. When she's finished, she clasps her hands together and bows at the plastic star. Holds that pose for a handful of seconds. Takes a deep breath and grabs the plastic star, holding it up like it's a fucking trophy.]
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Should Mob peer inside the laundry room, he will in fact find Yoshizawa playing charades in front of a plastic star. Namely, she has her right hand hidden behind her head with only her index and middle fingers visible above it. She hops a couple of times before she stops entirely, dropping her hand to hold up two fingers to the star — and then a thumbs up.
Mob can either interrupt her now, in which case this is now a practice run. Or, he can keep watching her as she plays the most embarrassing game of one-sided charades. It's fine.]
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2. Places her hands on her hips and then flaps her arms around, kind of awkwardly. She then points at herself, points at the star, and holds up a single finger. This is proceeded by a thumbs down.
3. And finally, she holds her hand close to her sternum with the palm facing the ceiling. She pretends to pluck something from her palm, bringing this invisible item up to her lips and tipping it back. Again, she holds up a single finger and then gives a thumbs down.
All of this takes around around 25 seconds or so. When she's finished, she clasps her hands together and bows at the plastic star. Holds that pose for a handful of seconds. Takes a deep breath and grabs the plastic star, holding it up like it's a fucking trophy.]
—Yes!
[... She has not noticed Mob.]
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DROPS THE STAR ON HER FACE.
It sadly boinks off her nose as she whips around to stare at him, flushing red. Oh, no.]
Ka— Kageyama-san? [THE CLAPPING MAKES IT SO MUCH WORSE.] I, ah, um... H-How long have you been there?
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Was I not supposed to - the door was open, so I -
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I— I should have locked the door... [Sweatily.] I'm so, so sorry, you saw something odd!
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I should have knocked! It wasn't odd!
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It's not your fault! The door was totally open!
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[Was it.]
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They were charades...
[the implication that he thinks that passes as dancing. haunting.]