Apr. 16th, 2016

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For a while, Tsubaki was... perhaps not relieved that the school trip was over, and now everything was back to what it was, but at least thankful that normalcy had been restored to her fellow students. It made being class rep - an ultimately thankless position, if one did not count the pin on her lapel and the free lunches, though the extra amenities like an open room in Sumire dorm (declined as her parents preferred her to be with only other girls, and Sumire Dorm was co-ed), and the free uniforms made the thankless work of corralling her fellow students and trying to keep her grades up at least worth a little something.

She wondered if this was a "carrot-and-stick" situation.

Today she had decided to look up her fellow Class Representative and a few gentle inquiries had led her to the music room. She played instruments (a summer of lessons to please her parents had given her some skill at piano), but had never actually made it up that far. And he was playing. It was nice, but a bit strange and sometimes the way he played made chills go up her spine, and vibrato race across her scalp.

Not terrible, no. But strange. Tsubaki waited for a few more minutes before she pushed the door open. "Marsh-san?"