[center][h1][color=paleturquoise][b]M A R I[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr][right][b][color=gray]A random street, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018[/color][/b] | [b][color=gray]6:37 AM[/color][/b][/right][hr]
[i][b]"[color=paleturquoise]SHIT—[/color]"[/b][/i]

Mari was too late to react properly to a person coming out of nowhere as she cycled down the hill at breakneck speed. First, she braked her bike. Second, she felt the hard clash on the other end of her bike. And third, the dangerously sudden stop sent Mari flying off her bike; had she not thrown herself off upon impact, whatever injuries she could have come out with would have been much more severe.

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]You've gotta be [i]fuckin' kidding me[/i]...[/color]"[/b]

Mari didn't have time to think as she mumbled and rubbed her head; in that short moment she wasn't in the right mind to deal with the accident quietly. She felt the leftover adrenaline cause her blood to boil as she stood up and threw her bike up back on its wheels with her right arm. Her face scrunched up into expressions of anger, reconsideration and realisation in the few too many seconds it took for her to not only calm down, but to realise that the collision was, pretty much, her fault.

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]Look… [sub]crap,[/sub] you okay, man? Forget about my bike, I could've messed you up, like, really bad![/color]"[/b] Mari exclaimed. [b]"[color=paleturquoise]I'm so sorry about that, I was cycling down that hill way too fast and then you kinda just... popped up outta nowhere.[/color]"[/b]

Mari attempted a smile as she crouched down to extend her hand. Though she had managed to retain her calm, she wasn't sure if the boy was feeling the same. She had just crashed into him with her bike, after all.

It was when she finally noticed the familiar uniform he wore that she felt an awkward churning inside her gut.

Mari swore under her breath. This was not a good first impression.

[@Rabidporcupine]