[ Once again, Haru learns nothing on the surface. She doesn't know what Father's work entails behind closed doors, though she can guess from media interviews and his increasingly cagey behavior, just as she doesn't know why one of her classmates would be rifling through his things. (Father's things, not hers because Haru, for all of her quiet and secluded mannerisms, has always been an open book.)
She can't help the soft, quiet sigh escaping her lips as she clutches onto her sweater. That line of questioning hadn't worked - and she should've known. Idle gossip and classroom chatter was beneath him, or at least something he pretended was beneath him. Worse, all of her interrogation methods come from TV, and from listening to Mako-chan rant whenever they watch increasingly inane - and apparently inaccurate - procedural dramas. She lacks the knowledge to interrogate someone, let alone drag out that one nugget of information she so desperately wants.
Whatever line she would've chosen next is forgotten at the sound of that tapping, and she flinches, redirecting her focus exactly where he wants them. He's standing in front of her, yet she has to simply touch the space next to her? Not in front? ]
Oh, you're fine. If that's all you require of me for the time being... [ he's not fine, but he's set the tempo, and she's going to lean into that tempo and power through. A real lady would oblige his request, right? She lets go of her sweater, steeling herself for any potential impact or recoil as she extends her arm towards the seat beside her. ] Here goes -
[ She expects to feel nothing. At most, empty air she can bat away, yet, in the blink of an eye, Akechi-kun's moved to that very same seat.
If he only needs his mind to predict the future, then he shouldn't be able to hide his presence like this in plain sight. It's a clever trick; one she wishes she had, when she wants to escape her mandated social outings and grand balls. Intangibility? Invisibility? Some weird combination of the two? Haru twists her lips in confusion, pulling back only so that she doesn't touch his hair, or worse, his face, by accident.
She's never been this close to him, let alone any of their male classmates, before. It's a weird realization, one that makes her breath hitch with uncertainty. ]
Strange. [ she furrows her brow, ] But you did that vanishing trick again. Like it was all one big illusion...
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She can't help the soft, quiet sigh escaping her lips as she clutches onto her sweater. That line of questioning hadn't worked - and she should've known. Idle gossip and classroom chatter was beneath him, or at least something he pretended was beneath him. Worse, all of her interrogation methods come from TV, and from listening to Mako-chan rant whenever they watch increasingly inane - and apparently inaccurate - procedural dramas. She lacks the knowledge to interrogate someone, let alone drag out that one nugget of information she so desperately wants.
Whatever line she would've chosen next is forgotten at the sound of that tapping, and she flinches, redirecting her focus exactly where he wants them. He's standing in front of her, yet she has to simply touch the space next to her? Not in front? ]
Oh, you're fine. If that's all you require of me for the time being... [ he's not fine, but he's set the tempo, and she's going to lean into that tempo and power through. A real lady would oblige his request, right? She lets go of her sweater, steeling herself for any potential impact or recoil as she extends her arm towards the seat beside her. ] Here goes -
[ She expects to feel nothing. At most, empty air she can bat away, yet, in the blink of an eye, Akechi-kun's moved to that very same seat.
If he only needs his mind to predict the future, then he shouldn't be able to hide his presence like this in plain sight. It's a clever trick; one she wishes she had, when she wants to escape her mandated social outings and grand balls. Intangibility? Invisibility? Some weird combination of the two? Haru twists her lips in confusion, pulling back only so that she doesn't touch his hair, or worse, his face, by accident.
She's never been this close to him, let alone any of their male classmates, before. It's a weird realization, one that makes her breath hitch with uncertainty. ]
Strange. [ she furrows her brow, ] But you did that vanishing trick again. Like it was all one big illusion...