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When preparing for class, Akira likes to pack light, but recently he’s found himself carrying a lot more pens than usual. Almost on cue, he gets a couple pokes to his back. The same hushed whisper asks him for a pen, and he immediately reaches in his backpack.
How many pens has this girl asked him for so far? I think it’s probably been three classes now. It was a bit bothersome, but ultimately Akira didn’t mind. If anything, he was just mostly concerned about why she seems to have no access to pens. But it was something he can’t judge other people for; he would understand that more than anyone.
He turns slightly, nodding at her. “Here you go,” he whispers back to her. With how often she asks for his pen, he should probably know her name by now, right? Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t really know what it is.
accepting the pen gratefully, she makes her usual promise that she’ll return the pen after class. that, at least, was something she always remembered to do. belatedly, she realizes that those moments would be perfect to ask him for his name. resolving herself to do it after class today, she spends her time excitedly looking towards the clock quite a bit.
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as class lets out, emma quickly gets her things together, not wanting to waste time. an insistent tug on her pen related trouble’s savior’s sleeve, and his pen held in front of him. she gives a beaming smile.
            “ i’m emma, by the way! thank you for helping me out so often. i wish i could pay you back... ” she rocks on her heels for a moment before brightening up again. “ oh! i know! there’s that cafe that opened recently, by magnolia park! let me take you there! ”
