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[burningbow]

Who: Chloe and Mirai.
What: Meaningful talks.
Where: Sports Hall.
When: Monday 8th May, post-club.

Mirai watched each student as they came out the sports hall. He watched the crowd grow and observed morosely, inspecting certain students a second time. He felt lost and far from his usual home. The thin fingers of his left hand were tapping almost uncontrollably. Angrily he thought about thought about how many reputations he could ruin, in an attempt to make his life feel better. He thought it entirely possible he could ruin his own. He clearly needed to go home. He would have to ring his father later.

His fingers were now drumming quite angrily. A frown came on his face, looking thoroughly intense. He began to wonder whether the German would even emerge after Judo practice. And, fortunately, his own had ended quite early. Juniors were still cleaning inside, which was what had freed him up. But he had waited, and when she came he headed in a beeline.

"Hey. Would you be so kind as to share a word?"

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[fassade]

If she had been expecting anything at the end of Judo, it hadn't been Mirai popping out of nowhere. The last time they had come face to face, it hadn't really ended well. The last time they had talked, Miyume had still been... without a word, the German nodded. She felt an anger inside directed towards Mirai, but at the same time, it was a strained and confused anger, scrambling for justification.

Chloe stood off to the side, away from prying eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest. She eyed Mirai, up and down, as if trying to come to a conclusion of what he wanted to talk about. In true Chloe fashion, she remained silent, waiting for him to say his piece.