[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]6:42 AM[/color][/b][/right][hr]
[b]"[color=paleturquoise]Oh please, this is nothing, don't worry about it![/color]"[/b] Mari chuckled, casually reassuring the boy about her unremarkable injury. She wasn't even sure if it was that serious to even refer to it as such. [b]"[color=paleturquoise]A bit of water and tissue should do the trick, I don't wanna go bothering the nurse on the first morning of school because of some tiny cut like this.[/color]"[/b]

Such heartfelt concern, and from a stranger nonetheless. The girl couldn't help but smile! Mari found the boy's genuine expressions of worry so heartwarming, how could she have been so lucky to run into such a considerate guy like him in a situation like this? Similar encounters she had back home involving her not looking where she was going, or other people not looking where [i]they[/i] were going, often ended in one, the other or both people flipping each other off in a vulgar flurry of insults. Perhaps the problem was just the types of people she happened to bump into. If that was the case, she had gotten very lucky this time. Although Kurosuoba seemed more quaint and quiet in nature, Mari wasn't as naïve to think there wouldn't be people here who could give her a nostalgic taste of her home city.

Mari kept off her bike, wanting to match the walking pace of her new acquaintance. Pulling her phone out of her blazer pocket, she frowned as she realised the time.

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]Ugh, you're right, we really should pick up the pace, huh,[/color]"[/b] she groaned, running her hand through her hair. [b]"[color=paleturquoise]I remember the route well enough though, it shouldn't take longer than twenty minutes to get to school.[/color]"[/b]

After about five seconds of walking down the street Mari suddenly came to a halt, facepalming.

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]Oh wow, I'm being such an ass today, aren't I?[/color]"[/b] she exclaimed, sighing through her hand. [b]"[color=paleturquoise]First I crash my bike into you and then I have the audacity to forget to ask your name. Sorry man, I swear I'm not usually this rude![/color]"[/b]

Mari hoped the boy would respond as positively as he did previously; but just what had gotten into her this morning? Her journey towards fulfilling her resolutions of becoming a somewhat decent person was not looking too bright at the moment. She paused for a moment to hear the boy's reply, before starting up another conversation.

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]So, uh… you said you're from the countryside, right? You've really never been to the city or anything?[/color]"[/b]