#agnesguise

"Did you really just send him to find the books for you?” Hifumi blinked as Akira walked away. She had never been able to convince him to leave like that, at least not yet - and she found her respect for the brown-haired girl go up another notch once more.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.” She paused, trying to recollect her thoughts. What had she last been saying - explaining strategies, yes, of course, but - oh. What had happened to her manners.

Smoking is a past time of adults and teenager who don’t know when to quit. Smoking is a calming effect and hardly effects his health if he only does it once a month to preserve his image of being a light smoker. Because going cold turkey would /cannot be a solution right now. There is stress in doing his campaign but ...

Just as he’s about to light the cig, theres a goddam brat in the way. 

 “....Tsk.”

@agnesguise

     I made it back to the hotel quick as I could, as promised.  Much to my relief, there was a portion of sushi saved for me.  I did my best to put on a brave face and make it look like this wasn’t a big deal, but I could tell how much everyone was concerned for me.  Futaba and Ryuji digging through my things certainly made it easier to laugh it off at the very least and Makoto hasn’t left my side since I got back.  Eventually, the festivities for the evening died down and the others went back to their own rooms, leaving the two of us alone together.

     It’s hardly a moment after Haru shuts the door behind her that I collapse, leaning into the crook of Makoto’s neck.  The tears start falling, my whole body shuddering from a sob before I force myself to regain some degree of composure.  Her arms anchor me to reality and the soft look in her eye reminds me of just how much I’m cared for.  Taking off my now tear-stained glasses, I hold one of her hands tightly in mine, my eyes glued to the floor.

     “...I just-  ...I didn’t think it was going to hit me as hard as it did, y’know?  They threw me away and I hate them for it.  I should be happy, finally getting away from them.  So why does it-  ...Why does it still hurt so much?!”  The waterworks start up again and I can’t do more than cry against her shoulder for a solid minute.

     Her hand combing through my frizzy mop of hair, I eventually manage to recover.  It takes a few deep breaths and wiping off my face to get me back to conversational.  I give her an appreciative smile as I squeeze her hand I’m still not ready to let go of.

She’s had a few students come to her here and there to vocalize any complaints that they might have had.  Thought nothing stood out to her as something that warranted further attention. She was waiting for a specific student to come out  of the building. Spotting Makoto, Naoto approached her with a relatively relaxed look on her face.

“Nijima-san can I speak to you for a little bit?”

“Oh,  Nejima-Senpai.  I didn’t expect to run into you here”   she could barely make eye contact with the brunette.   Not after what she put her and their other friends through.

  Despite not being right of mind at the time, it was wrong lashing out at the people who had been kindest to her.  Sumire  wanted to apologize,  but at the moment she still felt surreal. 

 For so long she wore her sisters facade,  and now she had to face Makoto as her true,  worthless, self.   Would she still even want to be her friend?   

One of the more frustrating things about his new assignment was the need to actually act like he was a teacher with his act together. To Kanji Tatsumi, lesson plans were things to be ignored, and yet here he was, agonizing over one himself. He happily took the posting under the assumption that it would just be the physical side of physical education, but here he was, researching, among al things, the effects of a high-fiber diet on the body as it relates to cardiovascular activity.

Riveting.

He was so absorbed in his studies that he wasn’t quite looking where he was walking, and blindly rounded a corner, colliding straight into someone else, ending with him upending himself and landing square on his tailbone and the academic paper he’d been perusing scattering everywhere. Before he could worry about any of that, though, he shot to his knees and looked the student council president in the eye with a look of sincere apology.