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[B]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building -> Classroom Building????????[/b]

Wood shuddered and splintered. The arrow struck true, piercing the frame with all the force of Ryoma's bow. A high-pitched shriek. It could have blended into the chorus of cries that never left the grey fake of the school. Except it was a shriek of panic. Of complete shock. Of utter fear. A feminine shriek. A figure dashed away from the shadows and into the dim light of the hallway. Its motions were frantic. It tripped. A human shriek. A human cry of pain.

Even on the floor, it tried to scramble away.

[i]She[/i] tried to scramble away.

She wore the same uniform as every other student of Uchima Senior High. Her pale hair was tied back, but at some point in the panic, it had loosened into a mess. The expression on her face was a mix of pain, fear and despair, and with every movement of her leg a wince could be seen. There was a notebook clutched tightly in her hand, paper crumpling as she gripped onto it with a force born from fright. At a closer glance, however, Ryoma would quickly be able to recognise her. Ai Hanazawa. Member of the Drama Club. A fellow third-year from one of the other classes.

"H-huh?!" she managed to blurt out, her panic dying down somewhat as she caught sight of Ryoma. Her voice still trembled with fear, but the sight of the other student had a slight calming effect. "Is ... I-is that you, Mikami-kun?"

There was a pleading note in her tone. As if she couldn't believe the boy was real. As if it could have been an illusion.

"O-oh," she said a second later, voice growing small as the energy in her slowly began to subside. "It [i]is[/i] you."

It wasn't fake.

"Don't scare me like that!" Hanazawa cried out, sheer relief evident in her voice, only to wince as she tried to stand up. "You nearly - ow - shot me! Don't do that ever again okay?!"

Complete and utter relief.