From the moment these legs started running... I understood. There was only one thing that should be placed on this head. The very first Japanese Triple Tiara.
Tracen Academy, Japan
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๐๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ (๐๐๐).
๐๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ป.
๐ผ๐, ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต.
๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ.
None other than a certain Mejiro!
She appears to be doing some stretches, getting herself warmed up and prepared for what's to come.
Certainly no stranger to this routineโeven a simple thing like warming up looks like something she has spent countless hours to practise.
Ai hasn't gone unnoticed though, a shine of silver looking right back at her.
And how could she not? Ai's running is always a sight to behold. Nearly flawless, by many accounts. Though Ramonu wonders, does she win because of her love for racing, or from her hatred of losing?
Mejiro Ramonu ๐ฒ. retweeted
Sirius. I get the deal with Ramonu now.
I'm gonna nap in our room. for the rest of the weekend.
Tilting her head ever so slightly in response to Nakayama's remark, she seems otherwise entirely unfazed. Is she ignoring it? Appreciating it?
Or has she committed a grave sin? Those cold eyes bore into her, tracking her descent as Nakayama slowly, agonizingly begins to sink
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A touch of a nose, hot breath on her lips... Nakayama receives everything, yet ultimately, nothing at all.
All she gets is a hand covering her mouth, accompanied by the sound of a kissโbefore a book is pressed into her chest, and she finds herself standing all alone.
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Mejiro Ramonu ๐ฒ. retweeted
It looks like a foot bath place not too far from Tracen has opened up a section reserved for students and staffโa chance to avoid crowds and strangers.
It's still early afternoon when you walk in, spotting a familiar face sitting at a lone corner, a few manju by her side.
Inside during winter is comfortable, but a luxury. Ultimately, I prefer spring. So much life being born and reborn, and the temperature is just right.
Ramonu simply observes as Nakayama gets closer, her expression unchanging and difficult to really decipher. She seems content to simply exchange looks for a while. A few seconds, stretched to an eternity.
Once satiated, she gets on her feet, her hands reaching out for hers...
A fleeting moment, and Nakayama is backed against the bookshelf.
Perhaps it's her imagination, butโdoes everything seem... a little shorter? Even Ramonu herself is almost looking up at her.
Her gaze narrowing slightly as it now wanders across Nakayama's face, examining
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There won't be a need to search for too longโas there is only one other person present. A bit further in, Ramonu is sitting on the edge of a table, thumbing through a book.
However, Nakayama's presence makes her ears perk up, the book being put aside as her attention shifts
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from it, to her.
Locking eyes with Nakayama, she's got a big, inviting smile on her face, yet the air still feels oppressive. It doesn't feel right. It's as if she's a bug, who has just made eye contact with the hungry spider in its own lair.
Her gaze commands, "approach".