[center][img]https://s27.postimg.org/wuycvj0jn/image.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://s1.postimg.org/3xstl76ucv/Avatar.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#FF741D]#FF741D[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#DFD989]#DFD989[/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] Asuka simply watched as the Yoshida-san returned to mingle with the others at the table, one eyebrow raising slightly as he left. [color=#DFD989][i]And who exactly is 'Asuka-chan?'[/i][/color] She thought dryly. [color=#DFD989][i]Maybe that's the reason why he seemed so close to sis - he's just overly friendly with everyone. And yet, it still seemed like he... No, I guess I'm just imagining it. Well, whatever. Even if nothing will come of it, then it's not my problem anyhow.[/i][/color] Shrugging and dismissing the notion, she herself slipped into place across from her sister just in time to overhear some inane remark about samurai-ninjas. What the hell was she going on about now, and - woah, who was that? Asuka prided herself on her distinguishing taste, but even she had to admit right off the bat, that the man talking to her sister was... Well... Extremely hot. And he was even acting so polite, too! He actually went to the trouble of answering such a stupid question, even though it seemed obvious enough to her that he wanted out of the conversation as soon as possible. Her sister was her responsibility, she supposed... so why not save him from having to deal with her? [color=#FF741D]"Hey, sis,"[/color] She interjected just as Fumika was opening her mouth to say something to the boy, who was already looking away and clearly wanted no part of this. [color=#FF741D]"What should we do after dinner? You've already finished moving into your room, right?"[/color] Fumika nodded absentmindedly, but didn't even dignify her question with a spoken response. That stupid tuft of hair wasn't moving either - just poking ever-so-slightly up from amidst the mess that was her sister's mane. Had that main character idiot really managed to figure her out based on that stupid thing? No matter how she looked at it, it didn't seem to be moving. Whatever. Her stupid sister's attention diverted, Asuka didn't miss the chance to shoot the boy opposite her a wry, apologetic grin. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Whatever he'd been expecting to deal with, it couldn't have been this. [center]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] [center][img]https://s26.postimg.org/ls8uskhhl/image.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://s1.postimg.org/6dgln23kn3/Avatar.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#C9C916]#C9C916[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#3F9CB1]#3F9CB1[/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] Haruka couldn't hide her outward discomfort at the incredibly direct manner in which she found herself being questioned. Her first instinct was to immediately shut down... whoever this Kasuke person was, as it didn't seem to be any business of her own, but she thankfully managed to compose herself before she could instinctively yell in the other girl's face to get lost. No, she couldn't just dismiss this problem, for multiple reasons. Firstly, she didn't want to cause any more trouble for Fumi than she already had, but more importantly... What exactly was this girl's relationship with Jett, anyway? It didn't take a genius detective like herself to realize that the girl's icy demeanor and sudden broaching of the unwelcome topic probably had a common cause... And considering what she'd just seen... [color=#C9C916]"Oh my god,"[/color] Haruka cursed under her breath in English, rubbing her forehead. [color=#C9C916]"This day really can't get any more annoying, can it? Fine, maybe I'll answer your questions, but in exchange, I want you to explain some things to me. Judging by the fact that you seem to know him so well, you're his classmate, right? So, then, te-"[/color] She got no further before suddenly, a very rotund boy shuffled up and stammered something about cake. Mentally, Haruka cursed once again, and didn't know whether she should lament or thank her bizarre luck. On the one hand, she didn't have to answer a question she really wasn't keen on dealing with right now, but on the other, she also wouldn't get answers to any of her questions. The weight in her chest and gloom she felt weren't just going to go away if she didn't think about them... But right now, she couldn't think about them, so that didn't matter. [color=#C9C916]"Yes! Cake sounds just great!"[/color] She declared quite suddenly, realizing only too late that she'd let far too much of her frustration show on her face as she rounded on the meek boy - not even to mention the unintentionally hostile tone of her voice. She cleared her throat rather awkwardly, clacking her crutch against her artificial leg to distract herself as she restored her composure as best she could. [color=#C9C916]"...What kind of cake is it?"[/color] She asked, trying and failing to sound casual as if she'd just make some small talk and clear the air. [center]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] [center][img]https://s1.postimg.org/pvkcpuza7/fl36r_OW_75.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://s2.postimg.org/fvjow1qex/title108419120_295x.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#F50A83]#F50A83[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#0A8BF5]#0A8BF5 [/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] Fumika frowned, her gaze darting back and forth between the others at the table. Her sister was glaring at her like she'd done something wrong... Had it been something she'd said? She'd just been trying to make friends, and wasn't sure what she'd said to make her angry... She must have done something stupid or annoying, though, because otherwise, why would Asuka be looking at her like she had on that day when- She tugged feebly at the ends of her hair. This day had been so confusing. She'd thought she'd made a lot of friends, so she'd been happy, but now that she thought about it, it seemed like she'd just messed up everything and bothered everyone. Of course, she couldn't change things so drastically over the course of a single day, and yet... Asuka had asked her a question, but try though she might, she couldn't answer it. Why was she asking Fumika to decide? Of course she had no idea what it would be best for them to do next... She just did what she was supposed to do, and followed the simplest path. Deciding things was hard. She'd only end up getting it wrong. Asuka must have known that, so she wasn't expecting her to answer, right? That was why she was glaring at her, because she knew she couldn't answer... But then what could she do about that? Apologize? Right, she should have apologized. She was just an inconvenience to her sister, after all, and had made her come all this way... But when she opened her mouth, she couldn't find the right words, either. There were so many people saying so many different things. Her voice only would have been drowned out. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yoshida glancing at her from the opposite end of the table. Her ahoge wobbled hopefully, but swiftly flopped back over a moment later as she remembered his earlier words. Right... He wouldn't want her to bother him either... She lowered her head, staring down at her bowl and fidgeting awkwardly with her chopsticks with one hand while tugging at the fringe of her hair with the other, rubbing it against her cheek for whatever reassurance she could get. She nibbled uncertainly on the food that had been given her. It was good, and she was hungry... But even eating seemed difficult for some reason. This day had been so long and complicated, and she was just so tired, and she didn't want to bother anyone and yet things like this kept happening and her sister was probably still glaring at her and... and... ...And although she didn't know why, she just really wished all of a sudden that she'd been seated on the opposite end of the table, next to Yoshida. He didn't have to talk to her. He didn't have to even acknowledge that she was there. She wouldn't bother him or anything. Just being next to him and out of Asuka's sight would be enough. If she was with him, she could relax. But that, of course, was out of the question, so she didn't budge and inch, and simply tried to pretend she had the heart to keep eating while wishing that this day would just end already. She wasn't sure if it could really be called a new kind of "Wanting," but... Motome Fumika had no desire to experience a feeling so complex as this ever again.