#underxstood

Maybe it was her imagination running wild, but Annie could have sworn this guy had been hanging around the cafe for a long time.

More importantly he was occupying their booth.

Ryuuji had gotten roped into something at school and Leader...well who knows where he went or what he got up to before meeting up with them again.

Which left Annie to start organizing their plans, but she couldn’t do that if someone was taking up their spot.

The setting sun was in her eyes. There was a glare and dirty finger prints on the window, so that wouldn’t do. And the leather was slightly more uncomfortable...

Giving up on listing the reasons as to ‘why’ she needed that seat back, Annie turned around to face the young man.

“Excuse me? Will you be here for much longer? My friends are meeting me here and we would appreciate the extra space.”

   Yuko had already blown him off a couple times, well sort of, it really was more that she had stuff to do. But seeing him day after day practicing and slowly becoming one of the best on the team- well there was no way around it, she was intrigued by the quiet new kid. 

mitsuru thank god help the inaba crew they’ve been out of control

      Scanning the room for her phone, she noticed it sitting by something that was definately out of place. Aigis did not remember removing her most prized possession out of her things. The small box of mementos from their time together. It remained closed most of the time in a special place in the room she now shared. It felt okay keeping these things now, not like before where she was desperately clinging to the past. She was moving on. Without him. Because of him. 

      Her side of the room contrasted starkly with Yukari’s. Spartan and mechanical in contrast to girly and immaculately coordinated. Some of the others charm had leaked on to her own in forms of red bows and matching supplies.  

      Delicately picking up the player, she could still picture it in its usual place slung over his ears. Such a prized possession but yet made of such flimsy materials. As delicate as human life was. Seeing the headphones in hand, she could picture him once again in her mind. Constantly lost in the music, even while fighting. She never really understood it. Music was such a human thing after all. But she had started to notice it, and wonder… if he was still here, would he listen to such a song. 

      A smile crept across her features. These were not just a reminder of what she had lost…. but also of what she had gained, what she had learned. Maybe their sudden appearance was some sort of message. A reminder of what she was living for, on today of all days.