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Maemi Nobuhara

"Silence is the best antidote for a heart that's too scared to beat."

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a character in “Our story in Hasugami”, as played by Nephthys

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ImageRole: The female childhood friend.

Name: Maemi Nobuhara

Age: Fifteen.

Height: 5'2''.

Weight: 115lbs.

Appearance Maemi is strong, slight, and agile, compact in form but not lacking in muscle. She's fit not in the way of an athlete but like a woman well-used to working. Her shoulders and back are strong, as are her arms, though they're not cut and refined in musculature; her legs are neither overused nor underused, muscled for endurance and a long, hard day on her feet. Though she's probably not the type to win a track contest, she has enough fitness to make it through but not to stand out or even have a chance at the title.

Maemi wouldn't describe herself as 'lithe.' She's hardly flexible, though she is agile and quick on her feet as well as coordinated enough to catch a pencil thrown at her out of the blue. Her figure suits her well but isn't anything special— her waist compliments somewhat narrow hips, and her breasts, though they might be on the smaller side for a taller girl, appear to be ample enough on her light frame. Like most girls, she has a little extra fat and can be quite self-conscious at times about how she looks in a bikini— though her friends would tell her that even though she might look somewhat short and childish in her school uniform, she's actually quite alluring when dressed up right. Maemi, however, typically wears loose sweaters over leggings on the weekends for sheer simplicity. She isn't used to showing herself off, and she isn't about to start now.

One of Maemi's most distinctive features is the shape of her eyes. They're highly symmetrical and taper away in all the right places. Though they're ringed by rather short lashes, she makes up for it with a light dusting of makeup, bringing out what little blue lies in the steely mix of color that comprises her irises. Though Maemi's eyes are beautiful, however, they don't really catch one's attention, so it's often a feature that's overlooked when she's just glanced over. Though she's not particularly striking, she has her notable features.

Maemi's hair is mostly straight and medium-thick. In good weather, it lies flat, smooth and shiny and usually clean, but when it's wet or humid it can fall into waves and frizz— and she'll just tie it back to keep it out of the way. It's cut short in layers to frame her face. Though she doesn't put too much effort into her looks, often just braiding her hair or brushing it and leaving it down for school, she does wear some makeup— nothing too heavy, though, as she prefers to keep it relatively natural rather than gaudy to blend in with the crowd. She has clear, soft, light skin sprinkled with a few pimples up near her forehead (she keeps trying to sleep with her hair in a ponytail, but she forgets) and one tiny one that keeps coming back near the corner of her nose. Often, she looks tired because she stays up late working when she still has homework to do.

Oddly enough, one article of clothing Maemi's never without is a scarf. Due to a certain incident having to do with falling out of a tree when she was ten, she has a very distinctive scar on her neck that isn't too hard to hide with a buttoned-up uniform collar but is hard to miss in anything less. She's extremely conscious about how it looks, as most girls her age would be, and due to some of the deeper tissue formations it sometimes makes it hard to turn her head to the far left. Having covered it up for years, she's good at surreptitiously incorporating a scarf into her outfit. Most don't notice it's there, and those who do don't tend to stop and stare at such a simple thing. Because it's not an obvious fashion statement, the teachers in her previous school never much got on her case about it, but she isn't sure about this high school— luckily, though, the uniform has a shirt collar high enough to keep her worries at bay for the moment.

On the topic of uniforms: Maemi dresses neatly in the mornings, always careful to follow rules set out for students to the letter. She doesn't wear her skirt any longer or shorter than necessary, and she's always sure to tuck in her shirt and wear the appropriate style of uniform for the season. Some days, she'll take advantage of the girls' option to wear pants, but it isn't often because she doesn't feel like she looks very good in them.


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Personality Maemi has always been a shy girl, ever-reluctant to speak up, speak out, or speak against. Demure, polite, with a strong belief in working towards the common good rather than to her own benefit, she embodies many of the traits expected in any properly-raised young woman. She's quiet and doesn't tend to speak of her own accord without good reason. While she'll hold up a polite conversation, however, she's reluctant to let people dig too deep at her emotions; she's the type who enjoys casual conversation about the weather. Because of this, she doesn't make many friends, but she doesn't make enemies, either.

Rarely, in fact, has Maemi had true enemies. She isn't one to provoke others, as she prefers to back down before there's a confrontation. She has a habit of just sweeping her problems under the rug instead of letting them explode in her face— though this is a double-edged sword, as while it keeps her from direct, explosive hurt, running from her problems allows them to fester in silence until they become poisonous. Still yet, however, Maemi runs from conflict. She's timid and gentle, the type of girl to have a soft spot for stuffed animals and kittens. She's scared of fighting, and she cries when she argues.

Maemi is extremely humble, as well. Her shyness is a major part of this; she doesn't like drawing attention to herself, so even if she does have a talent, such as that she has for the cello, she's likely to just brush off any opportunities to take any credit for what she can achieve. Her parents regard this as a positive trait, but it's the singular reason she's never competed or joined an orchestra. While she has real talent, she doesn't showcase it when she needs to because of her excessive need for humility in every walk of life. Having the spotlight turned on her for any reason, be it to shame her or to laud her with congratulations, is an absolute nightmare for the girl.

Demurity aside, however, Maemi is strong of belief and a hard worker. It's hard to shift her opinions even though, or perhaps because, she's so quiet about them. Maemi thinks things through and is logical and practical to the point of fault— she doesn't like taking chances or putting faith into the unknown. Though she may be a delicate flower on the outside, one should be warned that she can be quite bull-headed at times. She doesn't complain when given work to do, and she responds to others' whining with what's almost an air of 'tough love' to her tone. She does what she's told, for the most part, because doing anything otherwise tempts the dangerous unknown. Maemi is wise, a girl who stays safe by not taking chances. She's hostile to things she doesn't understand— yet at the same time, she's utterly fascinated by them.

Maemi is the type of person to love and hate at the same time. Though she might not speak her mind, she's cynical and distrustful of others, but she seems to love the traits she doesn't have in others just as much as she despises them because she wants to change herself on some subconscious level. She has a tendency to ignore her own feelings, however, just continuing to trek on through her work as though she feels nothing. She hasn't exploded many times so far, but it's only a matter of time.

After losing her childhood friend, Maemi has become extremely reluctant to put herself out in the world and try new things and make new friends. She's very cautious and doesn't want to end up doing anything that might get herself hurt. She closes herself off to others and is cripplingly shy, preferring to simply go home and practice cello instead of hanging out with other girls after school. She keeps to herself because she's too shy to talk to anyone else, and she's grown used to sitting alone over the years, so it doesn't much bother her. She's happy with what she has. Had she more free time, she would be quite the adventurer, as she does have a passion for travel and exploring places, provided she knows where she's going ahead of time. Even if her dreams aren't being realized, though, she always has a smile to spare, and she'll never turn someone needing company down so long as that person initiates conversation. She doesn't mind.

She makes the best of what she has, after all.

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History
Born the first and only child of a businessman and a country shopowner, Maemi's early days were filled with sun, laughter, and sticky popsicles, but they were far from interesting. Her family was painfully average: the cosmopolitan father's side melding perfectly with the traditional ways of the country family, a father who worked too much to care, and a loving but uninteresting mother. Maemi lived her early years happy, sweet, and kind, naturally introverted and withdrawn from other children— which was hardly a problem. She helped her mother mixing food in the kitchen and played with dolls by herself in the living room.

Things began to change, however, when Maemi was four. Her father's frequent business trips led to an affair, and her mother's side of the family pressed for a divorce not months later. Before her fifth birthday, the quiet child found herself uprooted and moving to another city. She transferred into a new school in the middle of the year and found herself without even the few friends she'd made in her own life. The child was too young to understand the circumstances at the time, but her life had been suddenly changed in a whirlwind of events. Now, she had no daddy— not that she ever saw much of him, anyway— no friends, and hardly knew her new home. She was too young to know she could complain, though, so she soldiered on. The trait has stuck over the years.

The introverted Maemi was hardly one to reach out and make friends. She preferred to keep to herself on the playground, though she did hope the others would come up and talk to her. She was too shy to start up her own conversation and too small to go play with the boys. The five-year-old made the best of her situation, though. Her mother had cried in secret, so she didn't see tears shed when she lost her daddy. Like mother, she didn't cry, either, when they moved. She didn't complain; no, she only played by herself. The natural introvert kept to herself and, thus, grew shyer.

That is, until the boy came along. He was the one who spoke to her first, who introduced himself to her and took to playing with her. Though she'd wanted to play with the others and join in on their games, running around with them and playing make-believe, she didn't have the courage to ask. And the boy changed that for her. He was the one with the courage, the one who took the first step. Without him, Maemi isn't sure what would have happened to her. They took to each other like weeds to a wall. Though Maemi was at first only glad to have a friend, she grew to honestly like the boy, and as their friendship grew, so did her ability to open herself up to others. What she liked about this boy was how she felt when she was at his side: invincible. She felt stronger. No longer was she the silent girl who played by herself but someone who could laugh harder, run faster, and smile brighter than anything else. Maemi became more outgoing at the side of her companion. Over the course of the next three years, Maemi blossomed.

As Maemi lived her own small life, though, her mother was rebuilding her own. The move had sent she and her daughter into a single-bedroom apartment with no real career. She, too, had uprooted herself, battling massive depression and fending off both ex-in-laws and parents alike. She was still young, having given birth to Maemi at twenty-one, and she'd relied mostly on her husband for support. After the move, she couldn't inherit the family business, but she couldn't go back, either, because of the ruckus the fracturing of her relationship had caused. She worked several dead-end jobs until an opportunity to work for a biotechnology lab cropped up.

Only three years had passed since they moved in, but it seemed like an eternity for Maemi. She had changed endlessly, now unimaginably happy with life. She was no longer the shy baby she'd been a the age of five. This time, she cried when she heard they were moving to the outskirts of Sendai. She was leaving again. Being torn away from the person who made her better. Braver. Stronger. She wouldn't leave her room for days, and during those days, she retreated back into the shell of the girl she'd once been. She was scared for the future. She'd felt so safe by the side of that boy, so happy. Why did it have to change? Still, Maemi couldn't understand why they were leaving. Being happy with him hurt too much to keep up because she knew it was going to end, so she became shy again so she wouldn't have to brush emotions with anyone. She kept to herself because she was scared because in the future, her friend wouldn't be by her side. Three years of the blossoming Maemi disappeared in a week, never to be seen again because the scars caught her so quickly. They promised to write to each other, and they did, for a while, but Maemi had lost that confidence that they'd shared. The pain of losing her first and only real friend was too much. Every letter reminded her how pathetic a person she was. After two years of living like a hermit in a shy girl's shell, she gave up. Stop writing. She started to run away from her problems more and more— and simply not responding to the letters he sent, just throwing them away and never looking at them again, let her forget how it felt to be torn away.

The scars over her heart, formed when she was still so young, have long since softened and faded. She's forgotten a lot about those days because she doesn't want to remember how she used to seem to be such a worthwhile person. On her own, she became very shy because she didn't have the emotional support of a friend. Living with a single parent, now one who worked all day long, Maemi grew to rely on herself more and more in everyday life. She cooked her own meals, packed her own lunches, cleaned the house and did her mother's laundry when she came home exhausted at night. While it was nothing particularly harrowing, it wasn't beneficial to a girl coming out of the pain of losing her best friend, and because she wasn't confident on her own she never regained that confidence she lost moving away. She returned to her old, shy self, forgot about her childhood friends and concerned herself with her studies, her housekeeping, and now her job waiting tables at a soup shop down the street from her apartment. She worked and worked and told herself she didn't need friends because she was too scared to put herself out there and make new ones.

The third move came as something of a surprise to Maemi, but it didn't uproot her like the first to. In fact, it was somewhat boring. She didn't have any close friends. While there were polite goodbyes between herself and classmates and coworkers, there wasn't anything too painful. Nothing she didn't understand. Maemi moved with a straight face when her mother got a promotion and a reassignment. She's convinced herself that her old childhood friend doesn't even live there anymore— and even if she did, would she know what he looked like? How to get to his house from her new apartment? Did they even go to the same school? She wasn't the same person she was anymore, anyway. The shy, cowardly Maemi had overtaken the little girl she used to be.

He wouldn't even know her anymore. She'd turned back into the girl he'd met so many years ago, not the one they'd both grown to love.

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Household and Family
The direct Nobuhara family is quite small, but relations between distant family members are close. Maemi the only child of Airi and Sato Nobuhara, and, of the following, only Kanahe Airi lives with Maemi.
  • Kanahe Airi: Mother of Nobuhara Maemi. The two are surprisingly close, though they don't spend much time together due to work and school schedules. Maemi respects her mother and understands the hardships she's gone through, keeping the two of them afloat, and she values what little time they do spend together. They share a passion for green and homemade herbal tea, sundresses, and gardening. Secretly, Maemi wishes that her mother would take some more time off so they can take a summer trip to the mountains.
  • Nobuhara Sato: Maemi's birth father. The two are somewhat distanced, but they do keep in touch. Sato loves his daughter and is willing to support her, financially, even if his new wife doesn't condone it, but Airi doesn't allow him to and restricts contact with their daughter to the point that Maemi has had to sneak behind her mother's back to call him. Maemi feels obligated to him in some way as though she's deprived him of something, and she does everything in her power to make it up to him. She respects the man immensely and tries her absolute hardest not to disappoint him, especially in the areas of study. He's the one who convinced her to take up music.
  • Nobuhara Meiko: Nobuhara Sato's second wife. They have two children, twins, who Maemi has never met. She dislikes the woman for disliking her even though they've never once communicated.
  • Kanahe Hiro: Maemi's maternal grandfather. Though his wife has died, he's soldiered on; Maemi's picked this up from him. Though she used to live with him in the family home when her family was still together, they've grown apart as of late. Maemi finds him strict and overly traditional, but she views him as a man who's also very sound of mind. Though she might not like what he says, she respects it because she knows he's right all too often— except when he claims he's seen into the future.
  • Kanahe Misaki: Maemi's maternal aunt. She's something of an angry old maid, acting very much like her father. She's a failed singer married to a rich man looking for a woman to toy with before he dies. She seems to have surprisingly good advice about love despite her own unsuccessful romantic career. Maemi doesn't trust her, though, since she's the type of woman who's always looking for a handout.
  • Shimori Aoko: The granddaughter of Airi's landlady. Maemi babysits her three nights a week to make some pocket money. The girl, now ten, is a burgeoning violin prodigy, and Maemi enjoys playing duets with the talented young woman.

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So begins...

Maemi Nobuhara's Story

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When Maemi awoke that morning, she saw nothing more than a deep, bloody orange and tasted nothing but the remnants of a nightmare. Her breath still rose and fell quickly in her throat, her hands still clutched at crumpled bedsheets, and she was wrapped up like an autumn moth in the comforter, feet bound by a night’s worth of worries. As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling as though looking at it long enough would make it dissolve and return her to the world of sweet dreams and bitter nightmares, she caught her breath and steeled her mind. Today was the day she returned.

It was almost laughable, the way she put it, but to Maemi’s sleep-soaked mind, the matter was all too grave. She shed the sheets, and she didn’t bother making them, instead drifting into the bathroom the moment her feet hit the floor. She was caught in that early-morning trance: sticky eyes, stiff limbs, and the remnants of sleep still caught in her joints made for a long and painful journey from her bedroom to the bathroom across the apartment. Her bare feet hardly made a sound over the carpet, the colorless thing worn dull and hardened by time and the countless footsteps that had passed over it before. Had she cared to contemplate it, Maemi, perhaps, would have been fascinated by all the stories the worn carpet might hold.

At six in the morning, though, Maemi was in no mood to think.

It wasn’t particularly early; in fact, since she now lived in a smaller town with a nearby school, she had more time to sleep in during the school year. Just coming off break, however, when she’d slept until ten o’clock in the morning, the contrast was stark. Her eyes stung and burned when she flicked on the bathroom light, and it took her a moment to adjust before she could fumble for a comb and run it through her hair. Thankfully, the humidity near the seaside kept the static-laced hairs, still mussed from tossing and turning at night, from sticking to her face. Her frizz, on the other hand, was acting up. She’d be braiding her hair today.

That in mind, Maemi ran herself a hot shower. She gave the ancient thing a moment to heat up while she shed the shirt and the shorts she’d worn to bed and grabbed a bottle of her stronger conditioner from the cabinet next to the sink. This time, Maemi did care to fold her clothes and leave them neatly by the door alongside her towel. The simple actions of turning on the lights and combing her hair had been enough to wake her up at least halfway even if the quickly-accumulating steam was doing its best to put her to sleep again. By the time the first drops of water hit her back, however, her eyes had lost their sticky coating, and she was aware enough to feel the twisting feeling that had crept into her stomach.

She tried to ignore it as she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, but by the time she’d finished putting in the conditioner, it had turned into something almost overwhelming. Maemi wasn’t sure why the sudden nervousness had attacked so suddenly, but whatever the reason, she didn’t like the thought of it. As if nightmares the night before hadn’t been enough, the sickness in her stomach had made itself at home that morning. Why now? Why today? She supposed it was the day itself that was making her nervous.

She really wished the feeling would go away.

Maemi flattened her palms against the wall and let the water run down her back. Rivulet streaked down her skin, her hair, her fingertips and fell to the floor in a neverending flurry of tiny droplets throwing their suicidal bodies into the basin below. She took deep breaths, slow ones, to calm herself down. She could feel the roiling in her stomach slowing some, but what she was doing was nowhere near as effective as she needed it to be. She was on the verge of having a mental breakdown on the first day of school. Something— though she didn’t know what— was very wrong.

The last few days had been a harrowing affair. The weekend before, Maemi and her mother had packed all they owned into three suitcases, picked up, and left. The plastic dishes as well as the cheap furniture had been left behind, as they’d sold it to the new occupants knowing they wouldn’t be able to take it with them. Neither Maemi nor her mother owned anything of particular value other than perhaps a laptop computer and some jewelry. It wasn’t that money was particularly tight; the women just didn’t buy things they didn’t deem necessary. Maemi had stuffed the entire contents of her closet into her suitcase along with her desk lamp and the few books that wouldn’t fit inside the biggest suitcase. Her mother’s library was hardly the largest of things, so they’d brought that along, as well. But that was all.

Well, she’d put her laptop in her backpack along with her headphones and a number of other trivial things to make the hours-long train ride less of a nightmare, but aside from that, she’d taken few belongings. For the first time in years, they bought new towels and replaced their cheap dishes with a set slightly nicer than the ones they’d owned before. A family of two didn’t need much. One trip to the supermarket had been enough to leave them needing nothing more than a bigger cooking pot and furniture. With that, Maemi had lived the past few days in a barren room trying to find ways to hang the curtains to make it look a little less empty.

Maemi drew the towel around her. It felt strange— she’d grown used to the old ones she’d had at home. Having something so... fluffy felt odd. She wondered if it’d wear off in a week. That was the way it tended to go with new things. It was like the shipbuilder’s dilemma: at what point did something stop being new and start becoming old? Worn down? Or was nothing ever new at all, and was it all just a construct of the human imagination?

She shut herself up, dried herself off, and wrapped the towel around her body before picking up her nightclothes and heading back to her room. She could hear the tea kettle whistling from the kitchen behind her, but she didn’t turn and look lest she stop and drip all over the floor. It was cold, anyway, since her mother had run the fan all night to cool the place down. Were they not on a strict budget for buying new things for the apartment, Maemi would have suggested they get another one to strategically cool the place instead of just blasting it at night. Buying brand new furniture, though, however long-overdue, was going to be pricey no matter how they put it.

Maemi threw the towel on the yet-unmade bed, quick to change into her one matching set of underwear before the chill started to seep into her skin more than it already had. She wasn’t the most superstitious of people, but she couldn’t help feeling as though it was somehow luckier to match. She didn’t consider it for long, though, before she was tucking the hem of her shirt into the waist of her uniform and slipping on her socks and shoes. Despite the heat and humidity outside, the air bit her wet skin inside. The sun still had yet to warm the room, as she’d left the curtains drawn and the window shut during the night— an old habit from her days in the city. She supposed the air wasn’t as poisonous out here as it was there. After dabbing away the circles under her eyes that came with a terrible night’s sleep, Maemi played a bit with her makeup and pulled her hair half-dry into a pair of pigtailed braids. It wasn’t long before she’d made her way back out of her room and into the kitchen, where her mother waited with toast, a plate of eggs, and the kind of smile only a mother could let spread across her face on days like this.

Seeing her mother lightened Maemi’s mood significantly, and after a brief hug, she felt almost normal again.

“It was hot last night, wasn’t it?” Maemi’s mother remarked offhandedly. Maemi nodded in agreement, though she begged to differ— with the fan at full power running all night long, it’d hardly been an inferno. “Ah, but it’s good to be back. The weather here’s great for citrus. I used to have the most amazing orange tree— do you remember?”

She smiled at the memory of the orange tree they’d grown out in the farthest reaches of the apartment complex’s spare land when she was younger. It had been out by the dumpster, so it was hardly a landmark worth stopping by and bothering to remember, but the fruit it produced had tasted so sweet with just the right amount of sour.

“Of course I do,” Maemi replied after a beat. “I wonder if it’s still there.”
“Mm, probably not. Not in that dump.” her mother tossed back through a mouthful of toast. “And I mean that in a very literal sense.” The two women broke out into a brief moment of laughter.
“Still, it must be worth checking. I doubt anyone there would have taken the time to remove the corpse even after it died.”
“After eight years? If the weather hasn’t gotten to it, the animals would’ve torn it apart.”
“Good point. But there are a lot of things I’d do to taste that fruit again, and I’m not above stopping by anyways, even if all I do get to see is a corpse.”
“On the off-chance there is still something there, make sure to bring some home for me. Those oranges would go well with dinner.”
“Are we having something special for dinner?”
Maemi’s mother winked. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Oh? Really? What is it?” Maemi was about to say more, but with a glint of mischief in her eye, her mother shooed away from the table before she could say anything more.
“Oh, just get going, you! Or you’re going to be late!”

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Arriving at the school gates, Maemi was once again gripped with the sense of dread that had haunted her as she’d been washing her hair. A far cry from the comforting sanctuary of her quiet albeit empty home, she was surrounded by gleeful voices greeting each other again after a long while of being pulled apart. It was everything she’d expected: old friends greeting one another after too many days apart, girls standing in clusters and giggling and gossiping before they were pulled apart by more important matters, and boys being just as loud and rambunctious as ever. The incoming students milled about or got to know one another, and the ones who kept to themselves did what was expected of them. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so she supposed she shouldn’t feel so nervous.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling, and it was beginning to annoy her.

Maemi scouted out an empty chair chair in the slowly-filling ocean of the things and sat herself down as she tried her best not to make eye contact with any of the other students. Her row began to fill, and she murmured a few ‘hellos,’ but by the time the assembly was ready to start she’d become engrossed in the novel she’d brought with her that morning. When the lights in the auditorium dimmed, she stowed the book back in her bag.

The presentation wasn’t particularly interesting, but Maemi caught a few odd words at the end. Though she ended up disregarding them, they weren’t helping her feelings of dread. By that point, she was beginning to wonder if she’d gotten an upset stomach. Was the water here bad?

When the opening address was finished, the students began to clear out and sort themselves into their respective classes. Maemi had spaced out a bit during the talk, much to her own shame— ever speaker deserved her attention, and it was hardly fair not to be paying attention when she should— and it wasn't until at least three quarters of the student body had left that she noticed anything had happened. She grabbed for her bag and sifted through it in an attempt to track down her schedule, but she turned up empty-handed.

Desperately, she grabbed for the pockets. Surely, her schedule had to be in there? But there was nothing. She knew she was in Class 1-C, but aside from that, she knew nothing of the school. She hadn't at all bothered to memorize classroom numbers or even names. She picked over her backpack one more time for the schedule, but nothing turned up. She stood, slowly, and made her way to the inside of the school, following the students who'd lagged behind in the auditorium to the main part of the school. Usually, the classrooms were labeled, so she'd be able to find it easily enough.

Right?

But the system was somewhat different from the one she was used to, and all Maemi ended up was lost, wandering the halls like an idiot, not even knowing where she'd started off. She couldn't be lost. She just couldn't be. Not on her first day of school. She was such a moron. How could she have lost her schedule?

Wandering was all Maemi could do at the moment, so she kept doing that in the hopes she'd stumble upon something at least mildly useful. It was almost time for class, and there she was, lost in the halls like a complete idiot. Even if she'd wanted to ask someone for help, the halls were quickly emptying.

Not that she'd wanted to talk to anyone in the first place.

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Kota could hear the kids voices lessening as more of the children exited the hall. His back was leaned against his chair as his arm hung over the top, relaxed as his fingers were perched over next nearest seat. He sighed figuring he'd have to get up in only seconds a few seconds due to the fact that he would be late if he was to fool around. This only made him shake his head as he noticed just how tired he was. It felt like only minutes ago that he was awake and ready to start his day. As Kota completed shaking his head, it had stopped in an angle looking towards the exit and it was then when he noticed a girl walking out of the room. His eyes widened as if he had just seen a ghost but he didn't understand why. The boy lifted himself up in that moment and was going to walk up to her but she had already left the room in that moment. He rose his hand to his forehead.

"Jeez… Just what was I thinking.. I wouldn't have the slightest clue to what I would've said anyways…" Kota spoke softly out loud. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his schedule that claimed where his home-room of 2-B would be held. He looked down and noticed it would be on the second floor, not far from his classroom of last year. The boy then grabbed his suitcase from the ground and began walking in a calm pace. There wasn't too much of a rush if there weren't any stops. Just walk at a normal pace and you'll be fine or so he thought.

Kota had once again passed by the courtyard before entering the main class building. A lot of the students had made there way into the classrooms by this point and if you were to look through the windows you would see most of them sitting over there desk socializing, making new friends, talking with each other before there school lives once again began. Kota walked with his case behind him only to bring his right hand to his mouth as he yawned. It began to become so quiet to where he could hear his footsteps on the first floor as he made his way to the stairs only to of course hear people going up the stairs themselves. This of course didn't mean the halls were empty. Only a few staff members and students were there however as kota began to turn towards the stairs he noticed one of them stood out. He once again paused as he saw the same girl that he noticed in the gym. Kota observed as the girl seemed to be looking for her class. It showed signs that she had to be new and didn't know her way around. He then called out to her.

"H-hey! Do you by chance need help?" He said slightly loud as he began stepping towards her as he arms went down to his side. He then smiled to not show how exhausted he was or to give off any false vibes. Some of the teachers smiled seeing the boy help out as others didn't care. His eyes did go to a near by digital clock that had been hanging off the wall to make sure he had time. Yet at this point the question had been asked and there was no backing out. A few minutes was all they had left.

"If you want, I can take you to your room - Hopefully we'll have good timing" He spoke in a rather calm yet worried tone as he placed his left hand on his hip as he looked up at the clock standing still only to give arms length space between them. It was than when the warning bell had rung. A sign that they definitely needed to go where they should, however there was no way he'd just leave the girl like this. Besides his teacher would be nice on the first day… or so he hoped.