Marionette

Cosmos, Chapter Forty Six - Shitsubō [失望]

Amaya's visit to the hospital the very next morning pending checkup granted her the news she desperately needed, with cautions of course. The hospital deemed that should she maintain such vigilant care of herself, the hairline fractures in her shoulder could be healed enough to grant her freedom from the collar and cuff sling by Sunday night.

And honestly, Amaya was thankful for such news.

Of course, it meant that she still couldn't necessarily lift anything with that arm, and she had to take special care of herself for another two to four weeks if her body continued to heal at the rate it was going. That meant that, for the last four days of preparation for the School Culture Festival, Amaya could participate much more proactively than her pitiful Monday had been.

However, that didn't mean the eavesdropping sadist waiting outside of the hospital cubicle was going to let her get away with sneaking in a few chores here or there. Much like her last run-in with hospital attention, Karma was liable to threaten torture with sweets should she push her luck.

But it wouldn't be so bad if she just had something to while away the time with. Sitting there bored out of her mind certainly was one of the least appealing ways to spend the next four to five weeks, after all.

Thankfully however, she had until that afternoon to find something to do, even if was something as simple as hurling abuse at Karma for his taunts and jabs. That however felt like a last resort, so she needed to find something else to do, fast.

The walk back up the mountain right after her visit to the hospital was more tiring than Amaya could remember it being, though given the extensive time sitting there doing nothing, it was a given that her energy wasn't as good as it used to be. She didn't utter a single complaint about Karma having custody of her bag yet again, nor did she really speak all that much. All her energy supplies were going into keeping herself walking.

Thankfully, Karma appeared content to let her be without taunting her for the most part.

Riling her up would just waste precious energy she needed in order to walk, which wasn't a good thing right now.

The classroom was alight with energy and chaos as they arrived, with enthusiastic chatter among in-depth discussions about the culture festival plans and comparisons about the main campus plans. Like yesterday, Amaya's arrival at the classroom grasped the attention of a number of students, however their overall eagerness to call out to her was stifled by the redhead practically standing over her shoulder.

Amaya didn't know what he was doing, but she could guess by the way that people such as Kurahashi and Okajima looked away from her furtively that they were trying to avoid what was likely a glare from the redhead.

While yes, she recalled vividly that she had said she'd do her best and not interfere with whatever he was doing, that didn't mean she was all that comfortable with having a good third of the classroom scared to even look in her direction.

'You're looking as grumpy as ever, Cat.' Terasaka coughed up as a vague kind of greeting as the snowy-featured girl carefully sat herself down at her desk.

'I'm not a damned cat.' She responded with a sigh.

A rather knowing chuckle escaped the redhead setting himself down at his desk, which didn't fail to bring Amaya to glare at him.

Yes, she could cope if he used her stupid choice of words that night against her, but if he decided to do so around eavesdroppers, she was going to murder him.

Though thankfully, it appeared that Karma was content to leave it as that, since he didn't say anything.

'Good morning, everyone!' Came Koro-sensei's familiar greeting as he entered through the door, donning what looked to be a remarkably odd colouring this time, that of which gave his face the appearance of an acorn with a broad grin. 'Sensei will be taking attendance, and then we will move onto the next part of preparations for our Acorn Ramen.'