Mitakihara Middle School is a modern marvel - enormous, enough for every middle grade student in the crowded town, and constructed entirely of steel and glass. Classrooms come equipped with all the latest technologies, and the school has a good reputation.
Akemi Homura has been assigned to one of the homerooms on a higher floor, a large room - walled with transparent glass like all the others - already mostly full of students.
"Mm. Well, thank you very much for taking her there. Have your study sessions together been going well? Homura seems satisfied with them." Which says a lot, given Homura's academic standards. It's adorable.
The elevator ride up to the top floor is reasonably long. On the one hand, this is terrible. On the other hand, things are not going to be at all improved by Madoka and Uncle being in the same room.
Madoka is quite willing to chatter about her mom (and her mom's makeup company) and her dad (he makes the best food) and her baby brother!
That's all really wonderful!
Homura's apartment is quite nice, airy and spacious. Haru gives Madoka a very brief tour of the communal spaces. He should go back to cooking now; would Madoka like to stay for dinner? He'd be happy to call her parents!
"Awww... But your brother seems so lovely. Surely he won't mind me."
Hhhh.
"My room." Homura leads Madoka there; she can at least get some more work done in the midst of this nightmare.
Homura's room is pristine and designed like it belongs in a home catalogue; all light blue and white and cream, glowing in the natural light from the tall window. Her bed is perfectly made. Her desk, white and sleek and modern, is entirely clear except for the orderly stack of blue notebooks on one corner.
There's a fuzzy wool carpet beneath their feet, sky blue. A violin case rests against the foot of her bed. There is only one chair behind the desk.
"I can retrieve a second chair."
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