He nods. "But you don't want t'hear it. Simple enough, Akira. You can just call me Boss."

He looks around for a moment, then points to a box in front of the couch. "Oh, your things from home arrived yesterday, along with your school uniform."

Akira nods sharply. "Alright, Boss."

She has a lot of settling in to do, doesn't she. Well, best to get to it. 

"I'd like to get to work settling in, if that's alright."

"Look at you, all eager to go. Well, I'll leave you to it. We'll be going to Shujin tomorrow to finalize your enrollment, so make sure you're ready for that."

"Alright. I'll do my best."

That's all she's ever done.

She goes over to the box of her things and starts to unpack. 

And Sojiro vanishes back downstairs.

There's not a lot to unpack. Just her old clothes - all for boys, naturally - her old binders from last year. No real personal items. She had a stuffie of a fox that she hid under her bed with her prescriptions, but her family threw it out. 

The new uniform is... scary and hopeful at the same time. It comes with a skirt, knee-length, demure. 

She'll see about uncovering the futon. She's going to need that to sleep tonight. Then she'll try and clear up the junk on the floor. 

Underneath the tarp, the futon is actually in quite decent shape. A little dust got on it despite the tarp, but that can be brushed off easily enough. It doesn't have any linens, but her family sent some basic sheets? 

As for the junk on the floor, there's a can of paint, a few old psychology and neurology books (that claim to be the property of one Wakaba Isshiki if looked inside), a probably-fake potted plant given that it's still green up here, some boxes, a few stacks of old wrapped-up magazines and newspapers, a ladder, and so on.

The ladder's going to be a pain, but maybe she can at least nudge most of this into a corner? The potted plant can go by her bed, it's nice to have something green in the space. 

She's okay. It's only physical work. 

She'll get the sheets on the futon once she's cleared a little space to move in.

There is really a lot of junk here. 

A bunch of stuff can scoot and stack off to the far corner, including the ladder, and that makes quite a bit of space. The boxes stack easily enough, the bags can go on top of them, the plant turns out to be surprisingly real and somehow still alive, what turn out to be a pair of jerry cans, thankfully empty, can go in the junk stack in the corner by the stairs with the boxes, is that an old CRT TV in the corner?, and now goodness she can see the floor.

Progress.

Oh hey, a CRT like the one she had in her room at home. Cool. 

The jerry cans are not good but fortunately don't even smell of fuel; they must have been sitting here a while, empty. 

She'll get the sheets on the futon and all. That's fine. 

Halfway through she's interrupted by another splitting headache. She sits down hard on the floor and just cradles her head for a bit as her vision swims a little. Is this what a migraine aura is like? 

Ugh. 

She eventually sits up and returns to dressing the futon. 

Even with the interruption, before long she's got everything handled that can be handled without cleaning supplies, throwing stuff out, or finding another storage place.

She has really got nothing much more to do with tonight, does she? 

Akira sits down heavily on the futon.

She supposes she's better try on her new school uniform. Since she'll be over there tomorrow. 

She'll change up here, and then go see if there's a washroom downstairs with a mirror she can look in.

It fits decently well, at least as best she can tell without a mirror. 

Heading downstairs, she finds Sojiro starting to wrap up the store for the night.

"Trying on the new uniform? Looks good, kid."

"Thank you!"

The "kid" is a bit annoying but she will cope. "Is there a bathroom with a mirror...?"

He nods and points behind him, toward a door. "Just through there. Cleaning supplies are down there too, if you need them. No shower, though. I can let you into my place to shower there if you need one."

That's going to be awkward long-term.

"Thank you," she says. "Is there any other storage space I could move some things to? It's pretty crowded up there, and, um, there's some jerry cans and things..."

"Ah. Hm."

He puts a few dishes away while he thinks.

"There might be room for a few things in the attic at the house, the ladder and the cans at least."

"That would be so helpful, thank you."

She's used to having to thank adults after every sentence, but also she is kind of genuinely grateful. It's not going to be fun to lug that ladder all that way.

He shakes his head. "Bring the cans down in a bit and let me know when you're ready, and I'll help with the ladder."

And he looks back down at the dishes he's washing.

Alright. Then she'll head into the washroom.

Simple little washroom, with a toilet and a sink and a mirror. There's a cabinet under the sink, too.

She's lucky, as trans people go. She knows she's lucky. She's only sixteen, so many people catch it far too late. 

It still takes a lot of effort to look at herself in the mirror.

She's been doing HRT by herself for a year, so her face is still smooth, no sign of hair growth. Her chin is sharp - nothing she can do about her bone structure. 

Her hair is longer, now. She's been ducking haircuts for a long time. It was worth it. 

The uniform suits her. Formal. Emphasizes her slight breasts. The skirt is long enough that it's not a problem. She looks... A lot like a regular girl. 

Her voice used to be better. Then they took her off blockers for a couple months in jail. She needs new medication, and fast. At least Sakura-san might actually help with that. 

She feels like she wants to cry, but the tears won't come. So she washes her face in the sink and gets out the cleaning supplies from the cabinet below. 

She finds a full assortment of all the usual cleaning products, and there's a broom and a mop just outside the bathroom, too.

Sojiro doesn't look up from his closing duties as she comes back out.