#;asahi

She seemed disappointed, but accepted his answer. Her voice fading as his attention wavered even as she continued to speak. He must have responded in a way that made her happy because she smiled and walked off, but his mind was so far away he wouldn't have been able to repeat it if asked. Finally the class began to empty and everyone would be too busy with their extracurriculars to pay attention to were he was going.

A check of the time on his phone.

The school felt strange. Empty, but not. Easier to see if anyone, teacher or not, would follow him. He switched his shoes at the door, checked his phone again and left quietly.

It took him almost half hour to reach the meeting point. No one noticed a kid on the metro line, it was common, expected. He was just another school boy heading home. He adjusted his glasses and glanced down at his phone again. Fang texted him. He didn't answer it.

The meeting place was an large open area. A fountain in the center with plenty of people walking by, but everyone too busy moving on to take notice of the boy sitting on the short stair way. From the top here, he could everyone walking by. There was plenty of time before the meeting, but he wanted to be even earlier, knowing these people they'd try to be there first. He flicked open his phone again just to check and then waited.

Which wasn't to say he couldn't find one if he looked. There was a high probability that <i>overwatch</i> had a piano, if the music he heard the week prior was live (and a trained ear role him it most definitely was). But, when one is hiding out in an undercover branch of a military faction that wasn't explicitly known to the public one can't go wandering around looking for a fabled music room that may or may not exist.

There was a chance he could pull off being someone's child. He was young enough to claim ignorance of rules, though the fact that he could also reason out this action probably meant he wouldn't be absolved of guilt should someone come looking for him. And someone would; considering the pile of papers he had been asked to sort before him. It wasn't that he was bored, again the papers he was pushing around absently, or home sick (though perhaps a touch) unless the restlessness in his fingers was a kind of homesickness. Perhaps for something familiar and more like the routine he once had.

     It’s been five days since she started on the new school, and things were going nicely. Alice had a lot to catch up study wise and was still learning her way around the buildings, but her classmates had offered to help and she was getting to know them better. Whenever she started overthinking and got worried about being a hassle, she remembered Asahi-san and the promise they’d made to each other to their best.

Smiling to herself at the memory of the gentle boy, she hopes he’s doing okay wherever he is and turns the corner with a few girls from her class when she sees him. Green eyes widen in surprise and before she can stop herself, his first name slips past her lips.