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harmonize_rpg2013-09-04 02:38 am
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Who: Miyume and Kisa
Where: School library
When: Friday, April 21st, after school
What: Time to hit the books.
Skipping Mirai's archery practice to go study in the library was a necessary evil, Miyume knew, but it didn't make her any less pouty about it. Of course, her sulky mood could have been directly related to her late nights and lack of proper sleep of late. Between her rather sudden acquisition of a social life (and a love life, she noted to herself with a secretive smile), frustrating failures at studying in her room, and uncomfortable dreams since starting at Chitoku, Miyume was starting to wear down. There were other reasons for her weariness, too, which she pretended didn't exist as hard as she possibly could with the hope that they'd be crushed by the sheer power of wishful thinking.
Miyume was still pretending those reasons didn't exist while she moved with agonizing slowness toward a table in the middle of the library. She'd left her cane in her room, partly because she didn't want to even look at the thing right now but mostly because she needed both arms to manage the small stack of textbooks and notebooks she was carrying. Anyone could see it was a struggle for her for her but there was a stubborn set to her jaw, even as she reflexively blushed in embarrassment at her weakness.
Where: School library
When: Friday, April 21st, after school
What: Time to hit the books.
Skipping Mirai's archery practice to go study in the library was a necessary evil, Miyume knew, but it didn't make her any less pouty about it. Of course, her sulky mood could have been directly related to her late nights and lack of proper sleep of late. Between her rather sudden acquisition of a social life (and a love life, she noted to herself with a secretive smile), frustrating failures at studying in her room, and uncomfortable dreams since starting at Chitoku, Miyume was starting to wear down. There were other reasons for her weariness, too, which she pretended didn't exist as hard as she possibly could with the hope that they'd be crushed by the sheer power of wishful thinking.
Miyume was still pretending those reasons didn't exist while she moved with agonizing slowness toward a table in the middle of the library. She'd left her cane in her room, partly because she didn't want to even look at the thing right now but mostly because she needed both arms to manage the small stack of textbooks and notebooks she was carrying. Anyone could see it was a struggle for her for her but there was a stubborn set to her jaw, even as she reflexively blushed in embarrassment at her weakness.
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"I'm having a hard time with it," she admitted reluctantly, not sure why she was doing so.
Perhaps it was because Saiga seemed like such a nice person and those appeared to be few and far between at Chitoku Academy.
"It's been stressful trying to meet their expectations but it's for the good of the country, isn't it? A brighter future for Japan?"
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There was something in Kisa's smile that was slightly pained, beyond just the surface exhaustion, but not even she really noticed it. "It's only been a few weeks, so you have plenty of time."
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Miyume wondered about that. The future held no guarantees of anything for a girl like her. She could wind up back in the hospital, the wheelchair, or completely bedridden. Six months from now, she could be back to relying on others to feed her, clothe her, bathe her, or escort her to the bathroom when they remembered to do so. Or she might be feeling well enough to learn how to ice skate or reclaim her title as the Queen of ParaPara from Ayana at their favorite arcade back in Tokyo.
How could Miyume know for certain she wasn't wasting her life pursuing other people's happiness instead of her own? But even so, Saiga made a good point. Maybe she should accept what was instead of what could be.
"I'm sure you're right," Miyume murmured. "It has only been a few weeks. It's still too early to tell how this will work out."