[ she cares about mitsuru. really, she does. yukari can count her among the few she considers a true friend, someone she can rely on and trust with anything. someone for whom she has infinite patience because she gets how difficult opening up can be.
that does not stop the deep groan that wells up from the depths of her soul at that reply. ]
yeah i can do that see you soon
[ she briskly walks back to the house, fingers quickly tapping on kotone's name in her contacts and typing a "what is going on?????" message. her thumb hovers over the send button for a long moment before she deleting it and closing the messaging app entirely. better to ask when she has a clearer picture of what exactly she's walking into.
yukari returns within fifteen minutes of her last message to mitsuru, almost tripping over her shoes in her hurry to kick them off. shinji is nowhere to be found--probably off doing his own thing and staying out of the emotional blast zone--and kotone's door is shut tight, no lights or noise coming from the other side. mitsuru's door is much the same.
it's only out of sheer respect for her upperclassman that yukari doesn't fling it open, sit down at the foot of her bed, and demand answers. instead, she knocks and waits, foot tapping and hands on her hips. ]
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Date: 2021-09-05 09:27 pm (UTC)that does not stop the deep groan that wells up from the depths of her soul at that reply. ]
yeah i can do that
see you soon
[ she briskly walks back to the house, fingers quickly tapping on kotone's name in her contacts and typing a "what is going on?????" message. her thumb hovers over the send button for a long moment before she deleting it and closing the messaging app entirely. better to ask when she has a clearer picture of what exactly she's walking into.
yukari returns within fifteen minutes of her last message to mitsuru, almost tripping over her shoes in her hurry to kick them off. shinji is nowhere to be found--probably off doing his own thing and staying out of the emotional blast zone--and kotone's door is shut tight, no lights or noise coming from the other side. mitsuru's door is much the same.
it's only out of sheer respect for her upperclassman that yukari doesn't fling it open, sit down at the foot of her bed, and demand answers. instead, she knocks and waits, foot tapping and hands on her hips. ]
Mitsuru? Are you in there?