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Unsurprisingly, the teacher hadn't been impressed. As he'd gone through their answers, he'd repeatedly lambasted the students for only focusing on their own Quirks, or a single aspect thereof. And yet, when he'd gotten to her essay, he'd almost seemed... proud of her?
She didn't really understand it. Like with the others, he'd told her that she needed to find more ways to use her Quirk. However, he also hadn't expected her to employ it in the way she'd suggested, but what was more, he was actually glad she'd just relied on everyone else's abilities? It didn't really make sense to her. She was supposed to be here to find new ways to use her own Quirk to solve things herself, but she'd only depended on others, as usual... So then why wasn't he mad at her?
The rest of the class passed by rather quickly. Apparently, she'd need to record herself using her Quirk in daily life, which didn't seem like it'd be difficult, since even if she couldn't record herself doing things with her Quirk, she could always just project memories of what she'd done, so if she just recorded her surroundings, then... Except if she was supposed to present it in the classroom, there wouldn't be much space to project real, solid copies of things. In that case, she'd have to use a video camera. But she'd never had a need to use such a thing before, so she neither had one nor knew how they worked. For a moment, she entertained the thought of asking Yoshida to help her, but then quickly recalled his earlier admonition, and her earlier gloom came back in force. The moment the bell rang, she began packing her things, and departed without a word.
Leaving the class and heading downstairs, she found her way out of the main school building. Already, she was starting to get used to its floorplan, so navigating its many halls and floors would likely grow easier soon. As she emerged from the east wing, she found herself over in the small courtyard she'd seen upon her arrival that morning, the leaves of the large tree she'd climbed fluttering in the breeze. She didn't really have anything else to do that day, so she probably should have just returned to her room... But then she remembered that whoever her roommate was would probably be moving in, so if she went back, she'd only just get in someone's way. Even if they were already done, it would probably be incredibly awkward. It was best if she just didn't bother them for right now.
So, not really knowing what else to do, she was just about to sit down and just watch the rest of the day pass by when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sight she couldn't bring herself to believe. And yet, even as she blinked, rubbed her eyes, and adjusted her glasses, the familiar specter didn't disappear. Then... that meant...!
In an instant, she had leaped to her feet and was rushing for the front gate, which had already begun to slowly close as two figures made their way slowly up the front walk. She crossed the courtyard at a dead sprint, spreading her arms wide and then-
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Their only warning had been a sudden series of loud, quick footsteps. Having just walked through the gate, Asuka had just been consulting with her map of campus to try to figure out where the dorm building was, while Harukaze had been doing... something. She'd been hobbling along rather strangely close beside Asuka, as if purposefully placing herself in the taller girl's shadow, and had pulled up the hood of her rather tacky mantle, letting its brim droop well over her face. What the hell, did she think they were breaking in or something? Who or what was she hiding from? The only person around who Asuka could see was some blonde kid standing outside, who they quickly passed once security allowed them in. Regardless, it wasn't like she had much time to think about her unwanted companion's strange behavior, because suddenly, from the opposite direction, a golden comet with a tail of blonde hair slammed into her rather gloomy counterpart and pulled her into such a tight tackle hug that the younger Motome was certain that Harukaze would snap in two. For her part, the raven-haired girl gave a slight squeak of surprise, then awkwardly tried to return the unexpected hug."F-Fumi?!"
She exclaimed, her artificial leg creaking as she tried to retain her balance, then gave up and settled for simply leaning against the much taller girl who'd just ambushed her."Haruka! What are you doing here at Komei? I'm glad, though...! I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to call, I was really busy today. We had a big fight and I found someone who's really fast and strong like you and I almost beat him and then we-"
Asuka blinked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. There was only one person she knew with such long, braided hair... especially considering that a particular rather distinctive lock of it was sticking bolt upright and twitching wildly back and forth. But... In all her life, she'd never known her sister to be anything other that disturbingly placid, calm, and gloomy. Had the world gone insane? Why was her sister, who had gone through life so quietly you'd swear she'd been dosed up on bull elephant grade tranquilizers, dive-tackling people out of nowhere, gushing about... whatever the hell she was rambling about? She'd known that Fumika admired Harukaze, and had spent a lot of time with her, but wasn't this a bit much? In the first place, when had Fumika ever shown the capacity for this much emotion? It was like... like they were actually friends, and not just that Harukaze was willing to put up with her antics, unlike Asuka herself...
The younger Motome frowned, tossing her braid back over her shoulder and giving a quiet huff. She folded the map brochure back up and slipped it back into her bag, grumbling to herself all the while."I come all this way to make sure she's settled in alright, and she doesn't even notice I exist. What am I, chopped liver?"
Two blue eyes peered quite suddenly down at her from between curtains of blonde hair as her sister's head popped up, perching on Harukaze's shoulder while still not releasing her from her clingy embrace."I don't know. Are you?"
Just like that, her voice was back to the way Asuka remembered it, with that quiet, airy quality that made it sound like she was talking in her sleep. Even though her eyes were looking straight at her, it was like she couldn't even see her there. And in the first place, what sort of response was that?! There was no way she wasn't being mocked, no way her insufferable elder sibling wasn't just sarcastically telling her to get lost. That idiotic look on her face, the way she feigned obliviousness all the time... There was no way she was that stupid. No, this had to be a deliberate insult on her part, a way of getting her back for what she'd said all those years ago. Her real meaning had to be something like "You want me to stop bothering you? Fine, I'll just ignore you completely! La la la, I can't hear you!" It was so disgustingly childish it made Asuka want to smack her.
Asuka bit her lip, once again holding back the familiar anger. She took a deep breath, and, in her defense, at least managed to limit herself to just a retort. Really, if she wasn't so patient with her annoying sibling, then really, she could have done much worse, so Fumika should have been grateful."Nice to see you too, idiot,"
She shot back, her tone oozing sarcasm.
Her elder sister blinked, frowned, and then slowly shrank back behind the tiny girl she was still clinging to, as if she was trying to hide behind her, as if she was being bullied... Just what the hell was that supposed to mean? "Oh, how could you be so mean?" You conniving, insufferable little...!
Just as quickly as she'd tried to drive it back, she found the old anger boiling over yet again. Don't act like you weren't telling me to piss off just now. Don't play innocent and try to guilt trip me, I know you don't want to see me!
The younger Motome glared daggers at her sibling, but for Fumika's part she simply looked away. So she was back to pretending Asuka didn't even exist. Fine. If that was the way she wanted it, then that was what she'd get."Well, enjoy your little reunion,"
She muttered, turning and taking out her phone. There really was no point... She'd tried explaining this to her parents, and yet they'd asked her to come anyway. It didn't matter where she was, though, whether in Hosu or back home...
Because Motome Fumika clearly hated her sister.
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Haruka winced, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to steal a glance at the rest of the school. She wanted to shake free of Fumika's grasp, wanted to hide before anybody could notice her, but she couldn't do that without upsetting her friend. Damn it, damn it, damn it! How had she managed to get herself roped into coming to the one place she absolutely couldn't afford to be seen? And why... why did he
have to be standing just outside at a time like this?! If Fumika kept saying her name, he'd hear her for sure. What if he got curious and came back? What if he saw her?! What if anyone
saw her?! If word got out that there was a strange dark-haired girl on campus, Jett was exactly the sort of person who'd immediately realize who it was based on nothing but gut instinct. And if he figured out that she'd been there and hadn't told him, he'd be furious. He'd demand answers, and regardless of whether or not she gave them to him, their "friendship" would be over. If he found out what had become of her... Wouldn't he be angry at her for failing? If he knew how helpless and weak she was now, he'd be disgusted! Or... even worse, he'd just pity her! Either way, she'd never be able to stand on his level, never be able to look him in the eye again. And if she didn't tell him anything, then he'd just get angry. He'd hate her for sure. And then, she'd..."Fumi, I'm happy to see you, but stop being so loud, please!"
She hissed, trying not to make too much sound. If Jett so much as heard her voice, then he'd know it was her."I'm sorry,"
Fumika apologized, the hurt look on her face turning to one of confused guilt that made Haruka want to slam her head against a wall. Of course she couldn't understand what was going on, and her stuck up little sister's attitude hadn't exactly helped things either. This was Fumika, after all."It's not your fault,"
She said quietly. Damn it, even if this did work, it was sure to backfire on her later when Fumika's curiosity got the better of her... but for now, honesty was her only chance. She needed to get moving, and quickly, before Jett could come back. "Don't apologize. It's just... there's someone at this school who absolutely can't know that I'm here, no matter what. He's very close by, and we need to run, right now."
Fumika blinked, seeming surprised, but, as usual, she didn't question it. Haruka breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she had no idea what was going on, Fumika would still do what she was asked without question. That much, if nothing else, she could count on. "But you can't run, though,"
She said innocently. Haruka winced again, but for different reasons. One of these days... She'd definitely have to teach Fumi the meaning of tact one of these days. She wasn't sure how she'd do it, or if it was even possible, but it needed to happen."No. No I can't. So you need to carry me, alright?"
God... Why did she, of all people, have to ask for such a thing? It was so pathetic... so utterly pathetic that she, who was faster and stronger than anyone, now had to rely on someone else just to keep her pride...! But there was no choice. Any moment now, Jett could see her!"Okay."
Fumika nodded, let go of her, then, in an instant, picked her up and scooped her off the ground as if she was weightless. For perhaps the first time, Haruka gave thanks that she was so diminutive. That'd make it easier for Fumika to get her away.
Turning, Fumika glanced at Asuka and then frowned. She seemed to want to think long and hard about something, but she didn't have the time, so, instead, she simply spoke."Sister. We're going to the dorms now."
Asuka looked up, then did a double take, seeing Fumika staring blankly into the distance and holding Haruka in her arms. Without waiting for a response, Fumika took off, leaving her little sister to sprint after them, trying to catch up."Oi, wait! What the hell, you two? Why are we running all of a sudden?! What's even going on?!"
From under the brim of her hood, Haruka glanced back over Fumika's shoulder at the gate, ignoring the cries of protest that came from the younger Motome.Please. Please don't let him have heard. Please don't let him come back. Please... Please don't let him see!@Aerandir