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.
She hums as she leads the way. "You said you just got out of the hospital, right?"
"What was the hospital like? Was it more boring than school?"
Why do you care.
"Probably not. I have not yet seen enough school to know."
Clearly that's a cue to chatter about how boring school is!
The chatter seems to contain some valid points, what with how little the teacher actually taught them this morning. Homura doesn't provide any indication that she agrees, because she's sure that school in general can't be boring. She just looks quietly ahead.
Complete lack of acknowledgement has never stopped Madoka (apparently her name, slipped somewhere in the stream) before, and it won't stop her now!
Alas, they arrive at the nurse's office eventually.
"Eh, Homura-chan, do you want me to wait here for you?"
Homura won't stop her. Even though Madoka probably just doesn't want to go back to class.
She finds the nurse and requests her medication.
Medication is easily gotten; the nurse would like it if she'd lay down for a bit, though.
That is probably a better idea than going back to gym class... but the nurse's assistant is waiting on her, she explains.
The nurse sighs. "That Madoka... A good chance she tries to talk you into skipping class, if you leave now anyways. She might wander off on her own, too."
The nurse would, still, really like her to rest; if she's worried about her friend, Madoka could wait with her?
"Mn." Homura can lay down on the nurse's bed and look very disinterested, which she intends for the nurse to interpret as her not being worried about Madoka at all.
Because she isn't. She is completely indifferent on the matter of Madoka and whether or not her face is visible.
The nurse sighs and sticks her head out, informing Madoka she can come in.
Madoka definitely has opinions on whether or not Homura's face is visible! She sits in one of the chairs, the wrong way around - front facing the chair's back - and picks up chattering right where she left off. The nurse leaves them to it, busying herself elsewhere.
Nnnooooo
Homura continues not responding to any of this absurdity. This doesn't feel restful at all; how does any person have this many things to say?
"Sit properly," she snaps eventually, when Madoka pauses for breath.
"Homura-chan, I don't know what you mean! I'm sitting, and I'm proper, so I must be sitting properly," she says, grinning.
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