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Who: Minoru and Mirai.
What: Meaningful talks.
Where: Their homeroom.
When: Wednesday 10th May.

Mirai helped himself to an extra five minutes inside his homeroom during the breaktime and lay himself in a stupor over his desk. He was quite satisfied with staying inside the school today. Then he looked at one of his pictures, holding it up to the light first, and then spreading it under his gaze. He studied, wondering how Miyume and he could look so happy. There had to be something in what people had to say. But he began to feel he was being watched and put it away.

From this angle, his wallet slipped easily into his back pocket. Which he then had to zip across and button down. He was quite certain Minoru was not going to have his interests at heart.

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Minoru had been there, watching... as usual. He had a way to naturally creep and do so for a good while before being noticed. So he'd seen the picture...

It was improper for him to comment. This he knew...

But still, all through this... it was also improper to be silent about something else.

"Imaizumi-buchou," he began. "I don't think I've... expressed my sympathies, properly, for your loss."

This left Mirai to think in a few moments of silence. He was suspicious of how much Minoru had seen, if the other boy had been around that long. His fingers hung in the corner of his back pocket, pushing down his wallet first, and then balled up against his face. He leaned on the desk and barely turned his gaze.

"... Right. Thanks." He looked back outside, and his fingers seemed to drag down his chin. "Did you want something?"

"I'd been meaning to talk," said Minoru, who always found it easier to talk when he could be formal instead of faking being 'a normal teenager', "about what happened... and of some rumors running about the school."

It was clear that Minoru's need for formality had been recognised. When Mirai turned round from thinking, he was smoothing out his trousers and responding matter-of-factly. Like he was talking to a junior down in the dojo.

He frowned. He was thoroughly miserable thinking of Miyume and wanted to talk of something else. "What rumours?"

"That you have been in the company of other women so shortly after Miyume-san's passing," he said.

Most strangely, Minoru didn't seem as quick to assume. He was, in fact, undeniably sincere at this, as it seemed impossible to lie while staring at Mirai straight in the eyes as he did:

"I refuse to believe that's true, and I wanted to inform you of it. I was there... and I heard your feelings for Miyume-san, Imaizumi-buchou."

Mirai ceased to be pleasant. His fingers began drumming rather angrily on the table. He could imagine the grains of wood deepening under his nails running back and forth. Only the rest of his body seemed free of anger, enough that he seemed unconcerned.

"You're certainly listening to malicious lies, Suzuki-kun," he said, eying the other boy. "You really think I'm not entitled to friends?" Scratch, scratch on the table. "I guess you're quite comfortable having never lost a loved one, aren't you?"

"I never said I believed it. With all due respect, you are putting words in my mouth," Minoru said, eyes sharpening until the pupils looked like tiny needles. "I apologize if you got that mistaken idea."

"Really?" Mirai genuinely seemed confused. He took a minute to let Minoru's anger settle. Then his gaze swung around and burned through him to the wall. "If you don't believe it, why are you here asking me to justify myself?"

"You're my superior. I'm tattling. I wanted to inform you so I could hear you side of the story and have the right arguments to defend your honor--"

It was horrifying. Minoru was actually being earnest.

"--and gossiping is wrong so once I had the right arguments, I would find the people responsible and see to it that the disciplinary committee sees them corrected. As it is, I'm hoping the school will take on corporal punishment for that sort of thing--"

But, more shockingly, there was a little emotion in his voice.

"--I just thought it is... wrong. I was there. I heard you-- defending her honor. I didn't know Miyume-san, but that was a PROPER thing for a Japanese youth to do, and I can't have you being dishonored, buchou."

Mirai had been keeping a burning eye on Minoru. Now the other boy would see his smile widen, not with the usual malicious intent but with open honesty; it would seem that there was some understanding there. "Point taken, Suzuki-kun," he said.

"Well," he then followed, "they're my friends. Is that wrong? There's nothing to justify myself for. Still, people'll be talking forever about things that give them entertainment, right?

He thought a little bit of honesty would be the best thing to impress the other boy. Who had make the space behind his eyes fill, not with gratefulness but some other kind of delight.

"I knew I could believe in you," said Minoru... who also calmed down, and clearly slipped into his comfort zone as well. "I will suggest the disciplinary committee considers striking their palms with rulers, or washing their mouths with soap!"

Now at ease, he shrugged. "I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll take my seat now."

"Sure thing," said Mirai, staring from Minoru to his position over the school grounds. He settled into some sort of leaning position and was soon taking no notice of Minoru, Katsura or anyone else who was filing into the room. He stared curiously out of the window, while he rested his hands in his lap.

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