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.
This time she whacks it across the side, hard, and then stumbles back a few paces from the impact.
"That was a good hit!" she says, as the can flies off, disintegrating mid flight.
She does.
They can practice Homura's aiming at airborne objects for about forty minutes before she wears herself out and needs to stop. (Frustrating. And embarrassing. But at this point Homura knows better than to push herself until she literally collapses or suffers a heart attack. That wouldn't be useful to Madoka at all.)
She sets the tip of her bat down against the pavement and dips her head. "I should conserve the rest of my energy for accompanying you."
"I wasn't thinking of it... I don't need to every night, really?"
Oh. "Mn."
She definitely wants to walk Madoka home. She definitely does not want to say that out loud.
She beams and drops out of her magical girl costume, swirling back to her normal school clothes.
Homura is completely neutral about this wardrobe change and any amount of swirling that it entails.
"Should I leave the bat here?" She doesn't think it will fit in her backpack.
She hums. "It'd be nice for you to have a weapon... But we can get it again tomorrow, maybe bring something to carry it in better..."
She nods, and places the bat down very carefully on the dirty ground. "Stay there," she tells it.
Now they can go.
She stays next to Homura as they walk home, hands tantalizingly close, chattering the whole way.
Homura is stressed.
She does not take Madoka's hand, because why would she ever do that. She will stare straight ahead in Complete Indifference instead.
Until they reach Madoka's house. Then she will gaze over at Madoka a little wistfully.
Madoka's really happy about this! Her family doesn't disturb them from going up to Madoka's room.
Following Madoka into her room makes Homura light-headed.
From all her exertion today finally catching up to her, one assumes.
She puts down her bag and unpacks her books rapidly, so that she has something to look at instead of Madoka's bed as soon as possible.
"Yes." Of course she's okay. Does she not look okay? She's very okay. Madoka's bed has enough space for both of them to lay down on it at once, and their feet or hands would probably touch if they tried, and Homura is completely fine with that.
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