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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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She's become much stronger, but this dream seems determined to keep her held back here, as if she hasn't moved away from it all, never made that flat decision to change herself completely.
"I see," she says quietly. "Thank you." She reaches up to tug at the ears again, but they still refuse to remove themselves. She resigns herself to learning math with them on her head.
The teacher begins, a tricky equation she knows she knows how to do, but the letters run together into nothingness for her now. She frowns, and squints- Does she need her glasses again?
No, it's no better with them.
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He glances at her ears again, curious. He's not sure what to make of them. He's still wondering about them as the math drones on in the background. He's paying attention to the lesson, but Homura has a share of his attention, too.
"Did something happen?" he asks at last, in a low voice, leaning toward her.
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"I haven't determined the cause yet," she says, a bit stiff with the embarrassment still.