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Who: Minoru, Shizuru
Where: Main building, third-year floor.
When: Friday, April 28th, before classes.
What: Order + anti-order = ?

Really, it was remarkable that Shizuru was in school at all, especially considering her recent track record on that point. But Yachiyo had been firm enough to get her to at least come in.

Well, sort of.

It had half taken, anyway. She was in the building, at least, but it was a few minutes before homeroom was due to start and she was loitering by the stairwell to the roof, tucked into an alcove that was (she hoped) difficult to spot from the classroom doors, showing no signs of heading back down where she belonged.

The second-year pin on her collar was another point, albeit a less visible one, making it blindingly obvious that she was in the wrong spot. Of course, it was one of the last things most would notice about her uniform -- the tie was loose, looking ready to come undone at any moment; her socks were bunched down around her ankles; the buttons on the jacket were mostly undone.

It had rapidly been getting messier over the last week or two; whether it was an intentional statement or a general inability to care was unclear.

Threaded | Flat

Then at some point she stopped being alone, but life, the universe, and reality as it is simply wasn't kind enough to inform her of that.

Someone came down the stairwell. Someone was above on the stairwell.

That someone had stood there for a while. Saying nothing, doing nothing. This was achieved through a curious exercise in stealth: if you you try to hide your presence, people will look for you, because people look for hidden things. But if you make yourself, your presence, feel as unimportant as possible, tailor your body language, make your feet light like they carry unimportant, meaningless weight, and more importantly, if you surrender the burden of self and dreams, it'll be hard to notice you.

Until you smile.