sore from poor study posture, jirou rolls her shoulders back and straightens to stretch. the tell tale little pops and cracks elicit a relief from a small frame.
a mental note is left on the refrigerator of her mind: stop slouching ! jirou promptly forgets it, though — mind occupied instead with checking the time. four hours have passed since she’d plopped down in the common room. jirou thinks that’s about two too many to go without interruption.
socked foot, tentative as not to disturb, prods at todoroki’s leg for his attention. “ hey, sho — you need as much of a break as me? we could go for a walk to the convenience store or something. ”
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