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Fumika had hastily released the frame of the door and tried to shuffle quickly away, only to freeze mid-motion as she found herself suddenly face to face with someone she hadn't quite expected to find standing right behind her. Her bright blue eyes widened slightly as she found them met by two darker ones, which for a moment seemed so intense that she started back, her hair standing sharply on end. She blinked. Yoshida had drawn back slightly as well and was smiling at her, saying he was alright. She gave a slight nod and a tired attempt at a smile. Her head still felt like it was spinning, the image of what she'd just seen burned into her mind...

[color=#F50A83]"Oh... um... that's... good,"[/color] she said quietly. A few faint sparks crackled up and down her bangs, causing them to frizz and twist at odd angles before they finally puffed outward and away from her face. She still looked a bit pale, but her expression had reverted back to its usual slight frown, and her ahoge was wobbling back to life, even as the lower strands of her braids twitched back and forth, rustling against the edge of the door as she stepped aside to allow Yoshida to enter.

[color=#F50A83]"Ah... sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way,"[/color] She said quietly. Her heart was racing, but her mind felt blank. Why was she here? She wanted to help, but the more she saw the more it all surrounded her, forcing her further and further inside herself until she almost wished she could just sink into the floor and disappear.

They had thanked her for coming... but like this, what could she do? Despite herself, she found herself peering back around the door at Takeshi, at the stump of his arm.

She remembered this feeling. It was just like before.

If only... if only her Quirk worked differently. If only she could make something, anything permanent. If only she had some way to help replace what had been lost. But she couldn't do that. Once again, she couldn't do anything. All she could do was observe.

[@Aerandir] [@Zeroth]