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[h3][b][i][color=FF7FC9]April 25th, 2025. [/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=FF7FC9]Mentions:[/color][/b] Sonoda [@Serei2477], Hakuro [@FalloutJack][/center]

Akira shook her head, a smile on her face as she put her phone down so she could return to her meal. The food on her lap wasn't getting any warmer just by being there, and the wind on the roof was starting to pick up a little. She shovelled another mouthful of rice into her gob and washed it down with water, before she could respond to Sonoda's question. But before she even could, out from the stairway stepped the school's resident "vigilante", Hakuro Kuroda. A senior whose whole shtick was dressing up like a film noir detective from the 1920s and one of the weirdos in the school. She didn't mind him, mostly because he never had a reason to bother her, but it seemed like today was an exception to that.

She swallowed another mouthful of rice, washed it down with some water, then set her chopsticks down on her lunch box. His response to Kotone's question, meant for her obviously, did make a lot of sense. And Akira had been about to say the same thing. But she gestured to Hakuro and nodded to Kotone, keeping a warm smile on her face.

[b][color=FF7FC9]"Y-yes, exactly that. Besides, I'm not good enough to warrant any notice by the adults. Not yet, anyway."[/color][/b]