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Stepping onto the platform you notice a girl in your schools uniform. She’s quite beautiful, with a slender figure and waist long jet-black hair. You can’t help but get slightly aroused when a gust of wind lifts up her skirt, revealing a pair of pink polka-dot panties. You take a seat on one of the benches and continue to gaze at her.
It isn’t long before you feel as if something’s just not right. You furrow your brow. You just can’t figure out what’s bothering you. That’s when it hits you. She’s standing dangerously close to the tracks. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was…
You straighten up. This is silly. Someone like her, someone who is probably the envy of their entire class, would have no reason to do something so drastic. I shouldn’t get so hung up over how close she is to the tracks. I mean, she couldn’t be… right?
You decide it can’t hurt to go see if she’s ok. You lift yourself from the bench and walk over to the girl. You place your hand on her shoulder. She jumps at your touch, turning to look you in the face. Her face is wet with tears, her eyes red and puffy. Well this doesn’t look good…
“You’re standing awfully close to the tracks, is everything alright?”
“E-Everything is fine” she says in a whisper “I’m f-fine.”
She makes a small effort to shake off your hand, but you keep a firm grip on her. You see the train before she does. It’ll probably stop at the station in no less than thirty seconds.
What do you do? [ ] I’ll try to keep a hold of her until the train stops. She doesn’t look alright. [ ] I need to move her away from the tracks by force. [ ] This girl has nothing to do with me. I’m going back to the bench. [ ] I need to distract her until the train arrives. [ ] This looks serious. I should call for help.
Out there, they were reorganizing after their defeat. They'd have their revenge, especially the insane, angry blonde known as Daryl. There was nothing that could be done now, anyway. You wake up bright and early. You yawn and then realize something. Inori's head is lying on your lap and her hand is clasped against your shirt. Did she stir in her sleep? Well, that was all well and good... but you had to get ready.
You place a hand on Inori and shake her a bit. "Inori, wake up. It's morning, hey, Inori." her eyes flicker to life as she sits up in bed and yawns.
"Good morning, Shu." she smiles. The morning sun shines through the window and emphasizes each detail of her strawberry pink hair. You stare for a moment before shaking your head. No, you had to get ready for school.
"Inori, what are you going to do...?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"I'll go see Gai"
And by that you figure that Gai already made.. arrangements for Inori to attend school. You have no idea HOW, but you just accept it and move on with your life.
[ ] Get ready for school like normal [ ] Skip school and be the terrorist [ ] Talk to Inori [ ] Free
