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UMEMIYA'S words from yesterday echoed in the [h/c]ette's head—a sigh of exasperation leaving her lips in slight frustration. "I'll be leaving now, kotoha. see you later." the [h/c]ette waves, earning an acknowledging nod from the brunette, who was currently wiping the countertops clean with a damp tablecloth.
"see you later," she echoed, waving the [h/c] teen off.
the bell jiggled at her departure—leaving the warm crisp air to engulf around her figure as her thoughts wandered back to umemiya's request the day before at the rooftop.
"oh, and [name]!" umemiya called, "go talk to sakura for me if you have the time, will you? he's probably under pressure from what I've heard from hiragi! he's been pushing himself pretty hard to train stronger..." the words drown out, yet all that ran through her thoughts as she knew. in fact, it was painfully obvious ever since he'd told him to handle endo.
anyone would've folded after being expected to handle one of the strongest 'legends' of furin. anyway, not that it mattered much, but he's seriously asking for one too many requests. "so you'll—"
"..." her eyes follow the movement of his lips talking, yet the rest of his words didn't reach her ears, drowning his requests out. "tsk."
the corner of her lips twitched at the sheer audacity of the male giving her so many favors, despite not even being apart of furin herself.
"so you got that? give him a little check-in for me!" the male grins, as if he wasn't dumping his responsibilities on the hashira—though with his own reason. 'youth,' as he claims.
"that's your job as a leader, but okay." the female agreed to his request nonetheless. the male hummed in glee, a bright grin adorning his lips that awfully made him look warm under the glow of sunlight illuminating his face. "thanks [name]!" he passes along a thumbs-up to emphasize his gratitude.
understandably, the [h/c]ette never had the chance to talk with sakura—who had his first instincts to train his butt off right when he came back to furin. the female also had her own duties to attend to, patrolling—on her own, and helping kotoha out of her patrol hours. then, visit furin and observe their growing process.
all the same routine, naturally.
"hikamaru, have you spotted anything suspicious?" the female questions, watching as her crow outstretched his wings for a moment, his feathers faintly brushing against the side of her neck as he settled in.
"nope, nothing to be reported!" he responds, reciting his findings from his own patrol. "but the wisteria pouches seem to be functioning again."
the light hashira hums, her expression indifferent, sending her crow away.
