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“ Fine... if you must. ”

It wasn’t that bad, he was just a little careless, it was hardly fatal. Nothing he can’t walk off, he’s suffered worse then a simple sprain, at least he was hoping it was only that. Surely it was just tiredness that was making his leg hurt more, the Metaverse is rather taxing on a person.

Maybe a trip to Takemi’s clinic wasn’t such a bad idea...

“Did... did you know..?”

Shiho had always wondered if going to the student council would have helped at all, back then... Would they have organized the students to protest what that man had been doing? A petition, a formal complaint, anything at all...? No, of course not. They were all too scared... Shiho was too scared. And those who weren’t scared just... looked the other way. Consciously did one hand fall, resting idly over her leg -- it never did fully heal. “..Nevermind, forget what I said.”

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“You understand as well as I how important it is to focus on our studies as third years. I must be the best at what I do. Inside and outside the classroom.” His perfectionism wouldn’t accept anything less. All too frequently he felt judged by people’s standards. If he measured up he could be truly accepted. He was cast aside - found wanting.

> Ø || An orange-yellow color burned brightly through the streets of Tokyo as the sun was setting past the afternoon phase. Akira finished up what he was doing at school and continued along his path to the train to his temporary home. 

> Ø || Yet, something felt odd. Out of place, if you will. The dark haired boy felt like a tinfoil conspirator, his suspicions at a maximum. “Morgana. Check the surroundings for me.”, he let out a whisper.

> Ø || A soft mewl let out as blue eyes peeked out from the bag. Another meow and Akira turned his head all around and to the sides in a wandering manner so not to seem suspicious. Yet out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a strange girl walking around, a large manga plastered to her face. Yep. That was definitely inconspicuous. What was this girl doing following him around anyways? 

Wait...don’t tell me...she...she’s good.

> Ø || He remarked in his head, cocking a small yet mischievous grin, his “Joker” personality coming out to play. “Morgana. Pass me that penny board. Just do it.”

> Ø || How he managed to fit a full grown cat and a penny board into his small bag, the world will never know. Call it his stroke of genius. He felt a tapping in the bag, reaching his hand in and pulling the board out. “Zip it up Morgana.”

> Ø || “I’m about to play a game of cat and mouse. No, we’re not the cat.”, his impish side grin only grew bigger. Taking one last look around and spotting the girl still within his peripherals, following him by romping around like a cartoon character, he turned ahead of him and grinned. 

> Ø || Taking off into a sudden jog, he soon transitioned into a full run before sliding the board before him and jumping on, pushing off with legs and using the board’s turning stability to dodge the crowds with ease.

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     ❝ where do you think we’re going to end up, a year from now? going on like this? ❞