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Fumika was so caught up with her own gloom and indecision, that she almost didn't notice somebody had walked up to her until suddenly, Yoshida's voice snapped her to attention. He apologized for taking so long... So it wasn't just her own impatience? He really had been gone longer than expected. But he had come back. Just as expected, he had come back. Then... she'd understood him! Without even having to ask for clarification, she'd managed to properly interpret his meaning, and unravel the implications of his words. And even though he'd been in a hurry, he'd still come back, just like he said he would. [color=#F50A83]"I managed to communicate. Good job, me,"[/color] She murmured to herself, rubbing her hanging bangs against her cheeks and taking comfort in the familiar softness and warmth. As if recharged by her newfound happiness, her hair gave a quiet crackling like laundry just removed from the dryer. A fresh wave of static jolted down the ends of each strand, causing her formerly drooping bangs to once more fluff violently outward and her curling ahoge to shoot right back upright. And, as she stood up to follow him, her long, trailing braid in the back twitched a bit from one side to the other as if possessed of a will of its own, giving her a rather uncanny resemblance to a puppy wagging its tail in delight at its master's return.

Fumika still was curious about a lot of things. Yoshida apologized even though he'd come back like he'd said he would, which didn't really make sense to her. He hadn't told a lie, and sitting around like he'd asked her to wasn't a difficult task to perform, so why was he saying he was sorry? And... She'd wanted to talk to him more. Well, maybe "talk to him" wasn't really accurate, but she wanted to listen to him talk, like she'd always listened when Haruka had told her stories or taught her about being a hero. He was really energetic and nice, so when he spoke to her, it was fun. It made her feel good about herself, because she knew that such a cool person wanted her to hear what he had to say. But once again, it seemed like she wouldn't get the chance, which made her sad.

At least they'd be in the same class... is what she thought, but then Yoshida said that he was in a different elective. Although he told her what to do while he was gone, she couldn't help but wish that she could just follow him instead. Still, she had something to do, so that was better than nothing, right...?

Before going, he also said something else strange. "See you later," was normal enough. Haruka had said the same when Fumika had left for Hosu. It meant that they'd meet at some later time, which she'd never had any reason to doubt before. But then he added on all sorts of big words to explain himself, which she didn't really get. It almost sounded like he was asking her not to approach him... But then he said he wanted her to...? It didn't really make any sense, but he probably wasn't telling her to leave him alone... right? If she was troubling him, it would have been more direct, like how it usually was.

[i][color=#FF741D]"You're stupid and annoying and you keep getting in the way! Why don't you just leave me alone?"[/color][/i]

Fumika shook her head. Yoshida was her friend. He was nice like Haruka. He wouldn't say something like that. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. So, doing her best not to remember what she couldn't forget, she raised a hand and wobbled it slightly from side to side in what was probably her idea of a wave.

[color=#F50A83]"See you later, Yoshida."[/color]

As they parted ways, her ahoge drooped once more, and she gave a dejected sigh. Back home, there hadn't been many students, so everyone had always been in the same class, which meant she could always spend time with Haruka. But here, it seemed like she wouldn't be able to spend time with her friends as much. [color=#0A8BF5]Friends...[/color] In the first place, the plural still seemed strange to her. This place really was nothing like what she was used to... Everything was moving so much faster and there was so much more everything and all of the everythings were... were...

Fumika yawned. Today made her sleepy. But she couldn't sleep here. This was a hallway. It wasn't comfy enough to sleep. She shook her head, and rubbed her hair vigorously against her cheeks until her focus came back. Class. It was time for class. Locating the door, she entered only to find everyone already sitting down, and a tall man at the front talking about something. Probably food. This class was for food, right? Then they were probably talking about food. There were a few people she recognized, but several more who she didn't... Confusing. It was much simpler if one always had the same classmates, like she was used to. Now she'd have to record them, too, so she wouldn't fail to recognize them... Her eyes blinked red, and she ran her eyes over the room. Just like that, she was done. Oh, right. She was still standing in the doorway, and people were giving her funny looks again. Was she interrupting something?

Oh. This was a class. You weren't supposed to stand in class unless you were presenting or answering something. Was she doing either of those things? If she was answering, what was the question? She couldn't remember a question, so she must have missed it. In that case, she wasn't answering. So why was she standing up? She needed to sit down. Jett was here, so she could probably... No. The Main Character seat. Yoshida had told her to get it, so that meant it must be important. She needed to do it. So, resolutely plowing her way across the room, she completely ignored the ruckus she was causing as she slipped past and stepped over anyone in her way until she found the chair in the corner by the window, and which point she tossed herself down in it, either completely oblivious to or welcoming of whatever attention she might attract in so doing. The main character was supposed to make a big entrance like that, right? She hoped she was doing it right. She'd never been the main character before... This all would have been so much simpler if Yoshida had been there to give her advice...