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┍━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┑ third person pov 8:28 am april 8th ┕━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┙
"HEY SHINSO, you good?"
Hitomi, whose back was nearly against the lockers, looked up from the undone zipper of her gym shirt.
Tilting her head a bit at the question, she glanced at Jiro, who had almost finished getting changed by now.
"Yeah? Why'd you ask?"
"Your forearms," she calmly pointed to the fresh bandages Hitomi always puts on before leaving the house. "They're all wrapped up."
"Oh.. Right."
She internally sighed. The longer purple haired girl was used to the presence and pressure of the gauze, to the extent that she forgets about them entirely. Until an outsider like Jiro, who doesn't know what they're hiding, sees and says something.
"It's nothing, I'm just stupid," she chuckled, brushing it off.
After which, Tomi continued fiddling with her zipper to try and get it to work. "I'll be good though, so don't stress, kay?"
Sensing the humorless chuckle was a first line of defense that was meant to keep her at bay, Jiro gave a small nod and a smaller smile.
"Gotcha—"
"Tomiiii!" a whine sounded from the invisible girl a meter or two behind Kyoka.
This drew the attention of the pink haired, and pink cheeked girl she was talking to. Hitomi did not like that. Hitomi now wanted to shy away in fear, hating the attention on her insecure and exposed midriff.
"Shinso," she addressed first, flatly correcting her.
Even after spending three years in America, (where all her classmates called her by her first name, as is the custom there) the introvert born and raised in Japan hated it.
It wasn't worth the effort to correct everyone back then, but that doesn't mean she liked the way it felt to have her given name so casually used by people she didn't like.
"And what?" Hitomi added, since the high energy girl clearly had something to say.
"You've got to tell me your workout routine! I'm so jealous, you look totes great," her see through figure was animated as she talked, considering her sleeves were moving around.
"Not eating," she mumbled lowly so nobody but herself could hear the alarming words.
"What was that?" the brunette asked kindly.
"Team leading," Hitomi seamlessly swapped her wording, this time louder so they'd actually catch it.
"I was the captain of my middle school's soccer team," she admitted with a shrug to get them off her back. "So y'know, lots of cardio and stuff."
