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[sub][color=gray][i]"私は行きたくない"[/i][/color][/sub]
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A clear expression of anger was all over Rumi's face as she handed over a wad of money in exchange for two thick textbooks. In the back of her mind, she could hear her Papa's usual firm voice nagging her about going school supply shopping; this had been a few weeks before and, as usual, Rumi decided not to listen. Instead, she'd spent her time out of school goofing off with her brothers and their friends, playing pranks on the neighborhood residents and facing the consequences afterwards. Rather than spend the money her Papa had given her on the necessary school supplies, the young woman used the majority of it for items that would assist she and her brothers in their antics, as well as a brand new pair of sneakers. In fact, she wore those same expensive shoes on her feet as she forked over her last bit of cash for the pricey textbooks. [color=#FE2506]"Motherfucker,"[/color] Rumi said under her breath as she quickly stuffed the books into her bag and walked away from the shop.

Harumi had arrived at The Terminal twenty minutes prior to her encounter with the snarky salesman; her parents had insisted on her arriving early. Apparently, the couple did not trust their daughter enough to travel to Tokyo Station alone, even after six years of the same routine, so they stuck by her side all the way until it was time for her to take the escalator. [color=#FE2506]"I'll be fine from here,"[/color] Rumi had told her parents, who reluctantly agreed and kissed her goodbye. As soon as her parents were out of sight, Rumi was on the escalator and descending into The Terminal, steadily searching for a place to buy the couple of textbooks she hadn't purchased earlier.

Now the young girl wandered aimlessly, a bag slung over her shoulder and her arms folded across her chest. Most of the benches seemed to be occupied by at least one person; Rumi was not in the mood to socialize at the moment, so she decided against sitting with the younger girl who'd burned her mouth with hot [i]takoyaki[/i]. The aroma of the delicious food instantly had Rumi's mouth watering, and she soon found her stomach growling. If only she hadn't skipped out on breakfast. Rather than stand around inhaling the scent and making herself even more hungry, Rumi walked in the opposite direction, searching for an available seat. She didn't find one, but did spot something, or [i]someone[/i], that made her chuckle.   

Sitting on a bench not too far away, a pale, older boy sat frozen in place, his eyes taking in his surroundings. Judging by his facial expression alone, Rumi could easily tell that he was a newcomer. She also couldn't recall ever seeing the boy in any of her classes. Before she even realized what she was doing, her legs were carrying her over towards the older male. She came to a stop directly in front of him, readjusting the strap on her shoulder before speaking. [color=#FE2506]"You look like you've just seen a ghost,"[/color] she said with a slight smirk, [color=#FE2506]"Mind if I sit here?"[/color] Before waiting for a response, however, Rumi slid her bag onto the floor on the opposite side of the bench before popping a squat right next to him. [color=#FE2506]"You're new, aren't you?"[/color]
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