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onepassingnight2012-08-22 09:41 am
braidstobows) wrote in onepassingnight2012-08-22 09:41 am
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It's one of those dreams everyone has...
She's already late for school. Homura runs at top speed - and of course she has a test today, which she never realized until this moment. She hasn't studied.
(It's still better than the dreams where she runs into battle, just a moment too late, just in time to see her best and only friend falling-
How many times has that happened? How many times has she relived it in nightmares?)
By the time she rushes into the school, breathless to the alarm of her classmates who are used to her calm punctuality, she wants nothing more than to sink into her seat. But then their confusion turns to laughter. Homura very, very slowly reaches up to her head...
... and runs her fingers along the headband with cat ears Madoka talked her into wearing as a costume when she spent the night. She pulls and tugs and yanks at it, but it won't come off no matter what she does. She frowns uncomfortably. Madoka, a pink-haired girl with pigtails sitting just nearby, gives her a sympathetic smile and will probably use the lunch period to tell her it's alright.
So much for the cool Homura.
(It's still better than the dreams where she runs into battle, just a moment too late, just in time to see her best and only friend falling-
How many times has that happened? How many times has she relived it in nightmares?)
By the time she rushes into the school, breathless to the alarm of her classmates who are used to her calm punctuality, she wants nothing more than to sink into her seat. But then their confusion turns to laughter. Homura very, very slowly reaches up to her head...
... and runs her fingers along the headband with cat ears Madoka talked her into wearing as a costume when she spent the night. She pulls and tugs and yanks at it, but it won't come off no matter what she does. She frowns uncomfortably. Madoka, a pink-haired girl with pigtails sitting just nearby, gives her a sympathetic smile and will probably use the lunch period to tell her it's alright.
So much for the cool Homura.
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Considering Vanitas' typical choice in clothing, particularly if he were fully aware of his true memories right now, he should be fully aware that he has no right to criticize anyone's fashion sense. But he also doesn't care - he's bored, and it was an easy shot to take.
"Seriously, though-" Vanitas still sounds far from friendly, but now there's a hint of genuine curiosity. "How did you manage that? Don't tell me you tried to glue them on or something."
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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.