InsaneJournal

At the bus stop, Kouchisei balanced his shopping, cast his gaze left and right in the direction of the traffic, held the bags tighter and waiting patiently for the bus. He was looking forward to getting home. Classmates were busy talking about the reason he always wore his scarf and if he did so for longer than a week he knew they'd doubt the validity of his cold. When the bus failed to show, Kouchisei put his shopping on the floor.

This wasn't feasable. He knew Kiriko would apologise once for the abberations of her dungeon and continue leading as effectively as before - or perhaps not. The difference was there – she didn't seem as blunt as before, but he didn't know her too well and about the only thing he knew was that being in that place... that situation... changed you. It made everything different and he hated it.

He quickly checked that the bus was coming. It wasn't, and he pulled his scarf.