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           She wasn’t one to judge, not all that modest, but not having enough years on her to seem qualified to prone others about their faults. But with her keen gaze, she could see every movement of the team playing before her, knowing exactly why they weren’t doing so well in their match. They weren’t in sync with one another at all, their footing wasn’t agile enough, their attacks weren’t giving the appropriate power behind their shots, they weren’t calling out to one another. But worse of all, they were scared of the ball. She could see them flinch whenever the fall came their way, panic setting in their eyes, as most took the leap in order to attempt to receive it, or step out of the way entirely. It was an embarrassment.

           "Here, let me try something,” she intervened, in hopes to get the other to stop kicking the vending machine. Violence never solved anything, so when she came, she tried a logical approach. Inserting her money, she pressed the code for a drink that was atop his carton of milk that was stuck, in hopes of forcing the drink to fall from the weight of her energy drink.

           Sadly, when the energy drink fell atop the milk, it too became stuck in place. She stared disbelievingly at the two, silent, not sure how to face the underclassman now.

           She had only been passing by, not meaning to pry, when she noticed the terrified expression on the person’s face. She only stopped for means of helping her own, a tad curious as well as to what could make her seem that scared. Which was when she noticed the beetle resting on the sleeve of her shirt.

           Before the girl could go into a mass panic, not wanting to see her fling her arm around and eventually hurt either herself or someone else, Masami approach her. She slowly grabbed the beetle and pried it gently off her sleeve, before walking to a nearby rock to lay it there. It wasn’t hurting anyone by sunbathing there, and it could rest or fly off at its own leisure.

           She was supposed to go out and watch a new horror film with her friend, holding on to both tickets for safe keeping. However, standing outside the theatre, a somber cloud befell her as she read her friend’s text. She explained that she was sorry she couldn’t make it, but something came up, and that Masami should go to watch the movie with someone else and she’d take a rain check another day.

           But she didn’t know anyone who’d come last minute to watch a movie with her. Should she just return the tickets? She quickly disregarded that thought, not wanting to ruin her own fun and day just because of a setback. So she’d go to the movie, but she needed to get rid of her extra ticket.

           “Excuse me,” she approach someone at random, tapping their shoulder in order to get their attention. She didn’t shy away from the fact that they wouldn’t even want to watch the specific movie on the ticket, or that they’d feel uncomfortable sitting next to her while doing so for the assigned seat number on the ticket. She could always ask the next person that walked by.

           It was a shame to see him rip apart the poor flower, eyes trailing as they fluttered to the ground. She showed no visible means to her disappointment, had no ill intentions, but she should have known better then to go out of her way to try and do something nice for others. 

           From his annoyed expression, she should have just apologized and walked away, but she felt the tiniest urge to explain herself. Not her own thoughts, but the simplest means of why she had done so. Just to answer his question.