Miyume debated whether or not it would be better to separate from Mirai when her history teacher appeared then decided against it. Yachiyo-sensei saw her in class, knew she walked with a cane even if she might not have known why. Some of her earlier defiance during her text conversation with Mirai lingered. He was the only one keeping her from collapsing with exhaustion right then, even after her trip to the the nurse's office. She'd still been there when she received the call to the grand hall.
Whoever had called here knew she was coming; they could have prepared a chair for her, at least. So Miyume clung openly to Mirai, gazing coldly at the teacher.
[OOC: This text conversation occurred between the time Miyume and Mirai arrived and Yachiyo-sensei's arrival.]
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Whoever had called here knew she was coming; they could have prepared a chair for her, at least. So Miyume clung openly to Mirai, gazing coldly at the teacher.
[OOC: This text conversation occurred between the time Miyume and Mirai arrived and Yachiyo-sensei's arrival.]