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Who: The Chitoku inaugural class.
Where: Chitoku campus, various locations.
When: Sunday, April 3, 2022, two days before the start of spring term.
What: The school has opened its doors.

After eight years of careful planning and preparation, the campus of Chitoku Academy for the Gifted was coming alive at last. Helpful staff members had been posted everywhere in anticipation of the crowd, and seemingly every variable had been accounted for in order to make the move-in and initial orientation go as smoothly as possible...

Save, that is, for the weather.

The sky had just opened up on several hundred students and their families. Boxes and suitcases were being hastily hauled to whatever shelter could be found, with the aforementioned helpful staff members now acting as guides to the most convenient locations, and clusters of people seemed to naturally form around them, waiting for the downpour to slacken so the day could proceed.

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Mirai turned and waved a hand over his shoulder - he would have looked like a teacher no matter what he was doing. He was tucking the student card into the gap between the buttons of his shirt and walking slowly. He shot a curious glance back at the blind girl.

"It's back here. I think you might have to slow down in a while. It's quite crowded."

"'Kay." She nodded and following, shoes starting to slosh as she walked. She guesstimated how far ahead he was compared to her and her guess was fairly accurate. She ended up trailing a short distance behind and beside him before slowing down.

"That many people still out?"

"Enough so that they threw me out to come help the stragglers at the back of the herd," Mirai said.

He slowed down again so the girl could catch up. He could see how people might want to ask questions of her all day, but be unable to see past her blindness. But how fortunate he was to have all her attention to himself.

"Baaah," Haruka bleeted with a slight smile. She slowed down a bit more when her foot almost slipped, but nodded.

"Sucky. So said Ihoji-sensei. Unpaid and unappreciated huh?"

Mirai shook the rain off his umbrella. "Well, my life can be hard. I am sure an improvement will occur." He held it back a little, invitingly. "You don't have an umbrella or a hood, poor thing. Would you care to shelter from the rain?"

"A bit like closing the door after the tornadoes gone by," Haruka replied, gesturing to her appearance: long wet hair sticking to her face, neck and shoulders; her clothing completely soaked and stuck to her (though nothing indecent, save the tank top straps peeking near her neck); water sloshing from her shoes; and water dripping from everywhere all over her. However,

"But sure. Why not?"

She stepped closer, until she started feeling drops hitting her less. She tilted her head again, head turned right in Mirai's direction.

"Though in another story, this would be fulfilling a pretty inappropriate trope."

Some rain started soaking Mirai's hair as he got caught outside the scope of his umbrella. He could feel that it was trickling down the sides of his face, down his nose. He wiped it from his eyes and shook out his hair.

"If it was something I didn't find contemptible, it would be."

"Yep." Haruka said with a nod. "This is just the story of a lost member of the herd and the unpaid, under appreciated, downtrodden staff. Baaah."

She followed his lead, concentrating on where the rain seemed to hit more. After a moment, she asked, "Who're you?"

"I should have introduced myself. I'll be leading the archery club. Imaizuki Mirai. 3rd year student." He chose to tell the truth, simply because he knew the power of control that came from using no deception. "Forgive the deception, but it was just too funny."

Haruka stopped abruptly.

She had an unreadable expression on her face, aimed in Imaizuki's direction...she sighed softly, and then her face warped to seething fury, scathing rage in her voice,

"Oh, of course it'd be hilarious for you. Wouldn't it be funny to play up the poor blind girl's mistake? Let's see how long it takes for her to realize and oh god it's hilarious great she can't see me barely being able to hold in my laughter!"

She glared at him for a moment longer....

....And then she started laughing.

"That's what I would say if I were more sensitive," Haruka said, all the fury and rage gone. "This probably is something out of a sitcom, complete with misunderstandings and trickery."

She shrugged. "My bad. Again."

Mirai listened and didn't react to the display of anger. "Well," he said, "leaving aside the fact your blindness is no problem to me, I've always thought I'd try to get away with it if I had the chance. Really, I never thought I'd meet somebody who takes it seriously."

He shrugged, and held the umbrella a little higher so it covered both their heads. "A harmless bit of fun. I would be happy to carry back your luggage if you like."

"Darn. Curse my trusting nature and assumptions based on voices," Haruka replied, wiping a long strand out of her face. "Was I really heading in the wrong direction?

"Oh, if you're offering." She pushed the roller handle back down and held it out to him slightly.

Mirai took it and pulled up the handle, half-rolling, half-dragging the luggage across the rainy path. He switched the umbrella to his right hand. As he pulled, the weight became easier. Its gravity settled. Its wheels cruised, and he stared down, as if he was worried Haruka was going down the wrong path, as though wherever she was going she was escaping from him.

"I am surprised. I would never have thought people would abandon you to do this yourself."

"Too busy hurrying out of the rain," Haruka replied easily enough. "Maybe I should have looked more like a sad, lost puppy more would have come biting."

Not that she'd had a reason to look like one.

"Must have gotten settled in early if you had enough time to come out here to help the lost."

"Well, I work hard and strike whilst the iron's hot, so the saying goes."

He stared ahead at the girl's dorm in the distance.

"I rise early too... although that meaning is probably a little inappropriate. I'm sorry."

"Accepted," Haruka said. "No one back at the guy's dorms needed help? No where dryer than out here?"

Mirai enjoyed some silence for a little while.

"Not really. And at what time do you rise?"

"Late. I like my slumber," She replied. Then, she turned her head skywards as she seemed to think on something, and seemed to remember something.

"It's part of of expression, right? 'Early to rise, quick to give out' so late to rise would be the opposite."

Something about that made Mirai sigh lazily. One could see that there was a small smile on the corners of his lips. His nose wrinkled, and it sneezed, because it had just caught a stream of the rain. He wiped it off with the back of his hand and gave a slight laugh, as if whatever joke the girl had been making had just come to him.

"Well, that sort of humour is something for older people. I didn't think young ladies like yourself were so untoward."

"It seemed juvenile enough for a young lady to get away with," Haruka replied. "I'm terrible at being a young lady sometimes anyway." She shrugged, but said, respectfully, "But sorry if it offends you, senpai."

Mirai practically smiled at her. "Thank you. If being terrible was something you do in jest, it would be distasteful," he said, "but you are just fortunate that I am a very good senpai, who must guide, protect, and teach my kouhai as best I can."

"Huh. Lucky me," Haruka said. "I confess. I do things like this in jest occasionally so I guess that'd make me a terrible kouhai and a terrible young lady." She shrugged. "Though if I were worse, I'd bleach my hair, take up smoking, skip classes, pick some fights, and sneak into night clubs."

Mirai shrugged at that and picked up his pace a little. Then he shook the umbrella and scattered the rain atop it. A vigorous shake would hide at least some of his amusement, simply because he would move it off her head to let some of the rain come pelting down.

"Well, the world is full of bad girls. All over the place. Better not say you want to be one to someone else, kouhai. But if it is something you would ever do, let me know. Just give me a few hours, and I'll come and protect you."

He stared at her from under the shelter. Then he brought it back lazily. Upon his lips, lightly drawn, was a wry smile. He hadn't figured out how to skip classes yet.

"Really?" Haruka asked with a tilted head, appearing like a curious puppy. "So if I go bleach my hair you'll come save me from my scalp burning or a horrendous hair job?"

She shrugged. "I don't want to be one. It just sort of happens."

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