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[hr][right][color=gray]April 11th, Year 1 [/color]—[color=gray] On Route to Volleyball Club[/color][/right][hr]
[indent][indent]If the shorter girl hadn’t realized what kind of place Utsubyo was by this point, Akari wasn’t sure she would ever “get” it. 

The school wasn’t exactly derelict, but the mood of the town hung over the school like it did every other citizen no matter their age or gender. To be positive in this place… Akari used to be able to, before her father left. It was gloomy, but back then it was pretty easy to not get caught up in it. Something about being a kid with two happy parents and a large imagination. Maybe it was the stability that helped? Or maybe she was just being naive back then. It was hard to say. There was a reason that more people were like Kenzo and not so much like people like Nakano and Shimizu. From Akari's point-of-view, you either succumbed to the rain of Utsubyo or you looked for sunshine somewhere else.

[color=FF295E]“Utsubyo…”[/color] Akari contemplated out loud, [color=FF295E]“I guess it is what you see. Some people seem to find some joy in it, but we’re not exactly super competitive or worried about anybody else but ourselves. Some of the top students are just fighting for good grades so they can get out of here. I guess that goes for the sports teams, too. Look good for the universities and never look back.”[/color]

She looked over to the girl with a glance, [color=FF295E]“Your mom should've picked somewhere else for you, honestly.”[/color]



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