"I didn't do anything special..." But the voice trails off again, quiet and weak. She needs to get a grip of herself.

That's right. She's not this useless and helpless anymore. She forces herself to sit straighter, and faces Vanitas. Then it hits her. Something about this boy in this class feels off. Was he always there...?

She should know. But she doesn't. Homura tries to turn back to the front of the room to pay attention when the teacher calls his name in the roll.