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Who: Miyume and Mirai.
Where: Around the city.
When: Saturday April 22nd, 6pm onwards.
What: Things.

Mirai had contrived to be the first at their usual spot. He sat in one of the benches, regally and in the middle, legs-crossed, holding onto his mobile phone. On it was a picture of Miyume as she had been in the park, looking up at him with the most coy smile. He flicked to the next photograph with a quick thumb and nearly drew himself back to delete it.

As far as he was concerned, it was only a bit of fun. They weren't going to last. He had an understanding, and was sure she did too, that it was safer to be alone. Was it she wished him peace, or had realised that a little kindness would help? He did not want her asking him for his feelings. He worried he did not love her enough or in the right way to deserve consideration. Was he convincing himself he had found the right person? If he was with the right person, his hands wouldn't be stiff with fright nor his face thoughtful.

There was no sign of Miyume and certainly a few girls had paid him attention as they had left their dorm. One had stayed to keep him company and complained about a "gaijin". Here he had listened and pretended to care, because far be it from one such as he to turn away their company.

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By this time Mirai was thinking if he told her what he truly wanted that she wouldn't judge him for it. The funniest part was that the counselor had made the same observation, but she had been given information to reach that conclusion. And how many times had she checked to make sure he wouldn't ruin the work that was happening?

He was not quite sure what had made Miyume so perceptive. It was not that he didn't want to know, but he believed she would tell him when she wanted.

"I just want to mess all their stuff up," he said, at the same time realising there was nothing to pity about those people, or anyone really. Though it perhaps wasn't appropriate as a date activity. "Somebody must teach them a lesson, don't you think?"

It wasn't the answer Miyume had been expecting but she'd still given her word. She smiled serenely at him, hooking her arm through his.

"Any ideas of what kind of lesson? Or how to go about it?"

Despite his insistence, Mirai hadn't actually planned that far ahead - yet. He was still trying to learn his boundaries and how far he could actually push things. Though perhaps approaching Yachiyo-sensei and friends was the wrong way to go about it.

"I'm still thinking," he said sadly. "But people need to be enlightened as to what they're like, don't you think? It's my civic duty."

It was why he'd made that post, and was spreading a few misnomers. The core of it, they wouldn't be able to tell, was that he found it fun.

Civic duty, huh?

"Hmm, don't rush it. Something delightful will come in time."

Miyume wasn't sure what she felt about the idea of exposing them. Her first instinct deemed it rash and foolhardy but what did she know about these things? Until curfew at Chitoku, Miyume had never broken any major rules in her life.

"We need to learn more about the project we're a part of. Perhaps under the guise of extra credit?"

Mirai shook his head. He wished to do something more subtle than that. He pointed to his head with his free thumb. He wanted her to see that he didn't mean the adults as much as their fellow students. It made him wonder if ever it could come to that huge confrontation he was working towards - because it would be glorious to behold.

"Yes, of course." He fell quiet for a moment. "They wouldn't have a project were it for students like us." And he shrugged, a wide grin on his mouth. "It makes me think. We shall not be thrown out of the school just for breaking a little curfew rule, right? So more of us need to realise that."

"I wonder how many times Kasubata-senpai has broken curfew," she mused out loud. "If she's been caught, what kind of punishments she's received. Even if they do need us here, they could still punish us for breaking the rules."

Though the thought of breaking curfew again was awfully tempting now that he'd mentioned it.

"Well, what sort of punishment will we receive?" Mirai asked. "I believe the problem they're in is that they need us. So there is something to be gained here. What are we going to gain from them? Well, we have these spirits anyway."

He gave a nice smile and tapped above his temple with a finger. But also he was finding that he didn't want to talk about it, and waved the same hand. His smile was lit instead with a wry curiousness.

"But Mii-chan, you never answered. Shall we go to the park? Or do you want to see a film?"

Corporal punishment came to mind but Miyume didn't want to dwell on the issue anymore either. Instead, she smiled at Mirai.

"I think I'd like to skip the movie and go to the park. I brought something special with me today."

She patted her purse. It had been something she'd been wanting to do for a while, anyway. Tonight was as good of a night as any for it.

"Oh my," Mirai said lowly. "You're really getting used to roughing it, aren't you?"

Naturally he had begun dismissing the idea of a movie entirely. He found a pleasant seat with some equally nice company made the day a little easier. But his feelings here brought him higher and higher from the point he'd been at - and he could sense it, so he filled his minds with thoughts of what they could be doing.

He glanced at Miyume in some confusion. She reminded him poignantly of something he could never have - but he could just tie her down whenever she tried to fly off.

"Well, I have strong motivation to learn how to now," Miyume said, smiling sweetly at him. "And I like spending time with you. You make me happy just as you are."

Her feelings were beginning to swell again so she feigned interest in where they were going. It was dangerous to get so invested in him and what they shared but he was special to her. And he'd done something no one else had been able to do since she'd first taken ill.

He'd set her free.

The skies were still a vast, scary place Miyume felt she could easily get lost in. But for the time in her young life, she felt like she might not be doomed to sit and watch everyone else take wing while she stayed locked in a cage. Maybe someday she'd be ready to fly high herself.