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Izumi felt intimidated.

More so than fear.

The man standing before her had a strong presence.

They were not too close nor too far away from each other.

They were decent length away from one another.

But nevertheless, Izumi felt intimidated.

The gaze that was sent her way seemed to dig into her skull.

It felt as if it was done to find out her intentions.

Rather, the meaning of her actions.

She, once again, stood in the same position for what felt like hours.

The man's lips opened for a second before soon closing up.

A grunt could be heard after that.

The man soon made his way past Izumi and continued to walk back into the audience.

Izumi sighed in relief as he left.

She was glad he left.

He took both himself and his fiery presence with him, making Izumi calm once again.

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Izumi pouted slightly.

She swung on the stool, spinning herself.

She was bored at the moment.

"Maybe I should've continued."

A sigh was made after the thought.

"Stop sighing would you?"

Hm?

Izumi turned her head to see her grandmother shaking her head.

She pouted once again an sighed another time.

At the sound of the second sigh, Recovery Girl turned her head from her patient to Izumi.

She had a glare of her face.

Sadly, the glare wasn't accompanied by the intensity it was intended to convey.

It was accompanied by a cute sight that made Izumi cooed at it internally.

Izumi laughed out as she saw that.

Recovery girl shook her head once more and decided to ignore her.

"There you go sweetie. You can leave and go watch the event. Your injury isn't as bad." Recovery girl smiled.

She kissed the boy on his cheek after.

The boy looked a bit shy then nodded.

He soon left after gathering his stuff.

Sigh

Recovery girl turned to see Izumi on a bed while being on her phone.

She shook her head at the start before getting ticked off by the action.

"Why did you stop and come when you just going to lay down?" Recovery girl asked.

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