"Momoko-sensei, what part of "THESE PAPERS ARE NEEDED RIGHT NOW!" don't you understand?! You're really inconsiderate and careless with your actions. These have been lying in your desk for WEEKS and you didn't do anything about it. When the time comes, those honchos will blame me, Kiminari and all other members of the development staff for this lack of progress and tardiness, not even considering the fact that maybe the head researcher herself is rather sloppy with work."
At that moment, Inori finally flared up, thinking about the repercussions she'll face thanks to this sloppy-ass adviser. The teachers aren't usually blamed for this kinds of things; usually, it's always the student staff. And it's not going good. Several of them have dropped the project altogether due to the lack of incentive and the sermons they always get, leaving only Inori, Kiminari and a handful of students to complete the Driver Project.
"We've already taken the fall thanks to the wrong assignment of the Prototype version. Even if it's obviously a screw-up among the officials, the school has decided to place the blame on a good 40% of the development team and kicked them out of the school. If THIS isn't turned in by midnight, might as well see me and the others for the last time."
Now angry, Inori slammed the paperwork on their teacher's desk, turning around to leave. She glanced at the two time travelers and sighed. Without facing their teacher again, she calmly retorted back.
"This isn't asking too much. Just this once, all we ask is that you stand up for your own responsibilities instead of having the team take the fall every time. You lost a relative, we understand that. You cannot afford to get ousted from this project. But, please consider that a lot of students also have their own lives and also suffered trying to cover up the messes of you officials. I'm not going to do any more explanations on your behalf. You sign it and submit it yourself."
With that, Inori turned to leave the room, slamming the door behind her. She quietly grabbed her stuff and walked outside the gates. Passing by a nearby convenience store, she caught sight of another girl, seemingly in a squabble over something at a vending machine.
"But sir, I just need the appropriate change to insert here. I'll replace it with these pennies."
"Stop bothering me! I don't want that kind of currency, get lost!"
The man left abruptly, leaving the other girl down, kneeling in front of the vending machine. Feeling rather sorry, Inori handed her the appropriate coin.
"Here."
The two each bought something and proceeded to drink while seating on a bench outside the store.
"You're that new transfer student, Misaya Saika was it? Liking the academy so far?"
"So-so. As of now, I kind of prefer the exclusivity of St. Gabriel's than Canilim's more open atmosphere. Canilim's cafeteria serves better food though."
She took a sip from her can. Inori eyed this shorter girl a little before taking a sip from her own.
"You actually like the cafe food? Personally, I don't like what they serve there. Their meat all seems like chicken. Tasteless, eeehh..."
"Different strokes from different folks. I like cafe food and convenience store food because I don't have anyone to cook for me at home."
"You don't have any parents?"
"They're still around just, not with me as of the moment. My house is rather far so I had to rent a dorm."
"What dorm is it?"
"It doesn't have a name. It's just a regular apartment that was renovated and turned into a dorm."
"Okay."
Tossing the empty cans into a bin, the two bade each other goodbye.
"Before I forget, my name is--"
"Inori Itsuna. Doesn't want to be called Itsuna-chan. I was paying attention you know."
"Heh, good for you then. Well, I'll see you around Saya. If I feel like it, maybe I'll make you lunch."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"If I feel like it."
As they both walked out of each others' view, Saya fumbled around the plastic bag she got. There were some parts there as well as some soldering wire. She knew what she wants to do with it.