[ for the briefest of moments, the smile on shima's face breaks into a frown, one that's upset about it having to end up this way, but just as quickly the smile is back on his face. he stands at the edge of the plank, ready to walk across it. ]

Oh, Izumo-chan~ If someone had to remove me, I'm glad it's you!

[ a beat ]

Although, I don't think I'll be able to end with my head in your lap.