Lucky lucky lucky!!!!

Okay she will get together her essentials and pay. 

She is a normal girl who is normally excited and nervous about these clothes, store clerk. Please do not pay any attention to how she is practically vibrating out of her skin. 

The clerk gives her a smile, takes her money, and sends her on her way. "Have a good day, miss."

That is her third miss in a row. 

Is this her life now???

She walks back home with a spring in her step.

Sojiro nods to her as she gets in. There's a customer, an older gentleman, so he doesn't talk much just then though.

She just nods to him and heads upstairs to try on her skirt skirt new skirt!

Her attic is just as she left it. The skirt fits perfectly. Does she twirl?

She so so so twirls.

The skirt must go spinny. And spin it does, twirling marvelously while still retaining modesty, as maxi skirts tend to do.

She flops down on the futon and grins grins grins. 

Today is a good day. She wasn't really expecting to... have a good day ever again, to be honest. But Sakura-san... 

Is this what having a parent who cares about you is really like?

... fuck, now she's gone and ruined it all with thoughts of home. 

She takes off her glasses and rubs her suddenly-teary eyes with the heels of her palms. 

She feels all jagged. It's been such an all over the place day. She's tired and hungry and feels like a jerk and doesn't know why. 

She... Has not actually eaten anything at all today. 

She should probably do something about that.

Akira changes into one of her more basic outfits and heads back downstairs. The school uniform and the special skirt can stay upstairs.

The old man has gone, and Sojiro is cleaning up a few dishes. "Looked like a good haul, kid. How'd everything go?"

"Even better than expected, actually. Not only did I get hormones, but Doctor Takemi prescribed me some long acting painkillers for these headache attacks I've been having recently. I was also able to get a good set of skirts and blouses and so on. I'm... really grateful and also really starving. Is there anything I could eat?" 

He nods, turns around, and starts bustling about cooking something. "I'll have it ready in just a moment."

"Glad to hear everything went so well. Should be a good foundation for you to keep your grades up and your head down."

Should she tell him about the dream she had?

No, it'd sound ridiculous. She's not even sure she believes it herself. And it's not like there's anything actually useful she could say.

"Yeah. I'll do my best."

"Good."

Soon enough, he turns around and slides a fresh plate of curry in front of her. It smells delicious.

"Here you go, kid. Eat up."

Akira's lucky she likes curry. 

And also incredibly lucky to have such a good chef as a - caretaker. This is really, really good curry.

She'll eat and think a bit. Mysterious destiny? Coming ruin? She barely remembers her dream now except for the chillness of the prison cell and the bite of the manacle on her ankle. 

She said she'd fight the distortion of the world... 

She'd meant... the way everything is set against people like her. People who don't matter get shouted down by the system. The cruel and the powerful take what they want. 

She's not sure how she'd fight that. She's tried already, and look how it went for her. But...

She's not so sure she'll be able to just keep her head down.

Sojiro sets a cup of coffee next to her as she eats — impressively good coffee, as well — but otherwise leaves her to her thoughts, handling some cleaning and prep.

She'll sit and finish off her curry and coffee - that really hits the spot - thank Sakura-san, and then head upstairs to unpack her old school materials and get ready for class tomorrow. She needs to organize her pack and her textbooks: she owes it to Sakura-san to be prepared.

The supplies are exactly where she left them, and soon enough everything fits neatly into her pack.

Honestly, now that she's prepared her materials there's not a lot to do. She could read her textbooks she guesses. Honestly she'd much rather spend the time talking to Sakura-san, in a bizarre twist. 

It's not like her to trust an adult this fast, but then, an adult has never given her a reason to trust them this fast either. 

She goes through her pack and fishes out her estradiol and spirolactanone and takes her doses. It is a bit early, but it feels calming to know she's getting back onto her proper regimen again. 

While her pill dissolves beneath her tongue she'll do a little more cleaning and think. 

Sakura-san cares about her grades. And... honestly she doesn't want to disappoint him. 

She'll read the first couple chapters of her textbooks, anyway.

She manages to tidy the place up a little more while she goes. It's really starting to look okay. Maybe a little decor and it would even be nice.

Her textbooks are straight-forward enough, and soon her pill is dissolved and she feels more prepared for tomorrow.

There's not much else to do. 

Might as well go make small talk with Sakura-san, if he doesn't have a customer right now. Tomorrow she'll be in school. Big step. Best to try and calm herself down a bit and get used to her living space.

He nods as she comes down, doing idle tasks while he waits for a customer.