[ He makes to catch the mirror before it even touches the ground, hand outstretched and fingers in the way when the glass shatters, blood splattering on the ground bright red then pitch black as the school transforms around them.
Rokkun is nothing but shadow before her, silent and faceless but the mirrors-- the shards of glass reflect sky, they reflect trees, they reflect a boy bouncing a soccer ball on one knee and then the other and counting silently under his breath, a boy asleep at his desk with a sketch of a floorplan under his arms and a pencil still in his hand, a boy who stands at the edge of a riverbank with his shoes off and pants rolled to the knees but wet anyways as he picks up a rock and washes it of silt and frowns and places it back in the water to search again. ]
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Rokkun is nothing but shadow before her, silent and faceless but the mirrors-- the shards of glass reflect sky, they reflect trees, they reflect a boy bouncing a soccer ball on one knee and then the other and counting silently under his breath, a boy asleep at his desk with a sketch of a floorplan under his arms and a pencil still in his hand, a boy who stands at the edge of a riverbank with his shoes off and pants rolled to the knees but wet anyways as he picks up a rock and washes it of silt and frowns and places it back in the water to search again. ]