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Kana shuffled after Wakako, adopting a fairly brisk pace to keep up with her. This girl was certainly…different, compared to most [i]adults[/i] Kana had met, let alone people her own age. It wasn’t off-putting, but she did feel a bit guilty using her new roommate as what was, essentially, a social blast-shield. The way people’s eyes were naturally drawn to Wakako made Kana wonder if she hated it too—the attention, the spectacle. Did children shy away from her? Did men and women who were too old for petty derisiveness, still gawk and grimace at the sight of her? Did friendship come rarely, and unnaturally, and never for long? 

Maybe she was overthinking it. Wasn’t attention part of the deal? People were [i]supposed[/i] to look at heroes, and heroes were supposed to like being looked at. Kana had always viewed fame as an unavoidable drawback to heroism, something that had to be [i]endured[/i], but she also hated the sound of her own name, so really, what did she know? Maybe it was a good thing to be famous, even if the idea twisted her stomach into knots. 

[color=00746b]“…I can lift things real easy, you know.”[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Stop. Spacing. Out.[/i][/color]

It took her a painfully quiet moment to piece together what Wakako had said—or rather, asked. Kana looked down at her bag, which she hadn’t stopped holding in her arms like an animal since they’d left the auditorium, despite that it had straps. There wasn’t much in it, because there hadn’t been much to take, so it wasn’t as though carrying it was a strain. Did she look like she was struggling? 

[color=crimson][i]It’s called being polite, you moron. It’s something good people do. Take notes.[/i][/color]

What was she meant to say? Was it polite to accept Wakako’s friendly offer, or would it be demeaning to make a hero’s daughter carry her things like some pack mule? She hadn’t known Wakako very long, but she was nice, and Kana was suddenly very sure that she didn’t want to offend her.

[color=crimson]“Oh, ah…I’m sure you can. Y-you seem very strong.”[/color] She offered the duffel out, more than a bit sheepishly, and tried to put on a smile that was at least familial to gratitude. [color=crimson]“It isn’t really heavy, but i-if you want to, then…thank you very much.”[/color]
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