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[ Realistically speaking, yeah, he would recruit her in a heartbeat. It's not a penalty if a player from another team just couldn't move out of the way quick enough to avoid getting their face smashed by an errant ball, that wouldn't be Rika's fault. ]

What? No way, you can be super cute and be on the soccer team at the same time. Look at me.

[ ...

actually no, don't look at him, that was embarrassing and he's embarrassed. ]

( she just. stares at him for a moment. )

Hey... did you hit your head, too?

( but WAIT... )

Girls on the sports team aren't cute!! They have to be cheerleaders or they're seen as wild animals!! That's the kind of world we live in!!! ( is she shaking him by the shoulders while she says all this... yes. )

I didn't!

[ he thinks? it's hard to think when Rika's got him by his shoulder and he keeps losing his grip on the collar of his shirt held over his nose. ]

Wild animals are cute— like hyenas!

[ hella cute ]

HYENAS AREN'T CUTE!! THEY'RE UGLY AS HELL!!

( is there a reason to get so worked up about this... and at an injured boy, no less... absolutely not, but well. )

Also, why won't you take my blouse already?! I told you to use it on your nose! Geez! ( she wears it over her school uniform, normally, so it's not like she has to strip naked... it's not a big loss?! he's so stubborn. she's gonna beat his ass.

okay. no. deep breath. )

... anyway, let's go to the bathroom before you bleed all over the place.

[ No... hyenas are cute... Rokkun doesn't argue but he lets his pout speak for himself as he's marched towards the bathroom, side eyeing Rika a little when she keeps offering him her clothes, like his shirt isn't doing a good enough job. ]

If I take your clothes, I'm going to have to do laundry and give it back. Laundry!

[ Laundry is like a once every two week thing, Rika, you have to understand how tough it is to pull yourself together enough to do it. ]

( what a baby. )

What? Ew, no. I'd take it back after, I'm not letting a teenage boy do my laundry. This is color-sensitive! You'd probably wash it all out! ( see how bright it is? it's because she takes care to not throw it in with whites!!!

well, unless rokkun is a malewife, but what are the chances... ) You're a real idiot turning down Rika-chan herself. One of my fans would kill ya for the chance to bury their face in my stuff!!

( huffing, she opens the bathroom door angrily, pointing for him to go inside. come on, you're bleeding all over the hallways!! )

I'm not turning you down— I'm turning down bleeding all over your clothes!

[ Your fans are weirdos, Rika-chan! But he enters the bathroom and steps inside towards the sink, letting his shirt fall from his face once he's bent over the basin and and access the damage to his face. A bloody nose but not a broken one, from what he can tell by wiping his face off with a bloody hand and managing to smear the blood as much as he does wipe it away.

The reflection in the mirror lags a split second, just enough to be noticeable, not that Rokkun notices as he tries to turn the faucet with his elbow but can't so he turns it with his bloody hand instead so he can wash his face. ]

Same thing!!

( in this context!

anyway, most of her fans were weird adult men, so, yes, they were weird. she's not gonna talk about it, because the recollection of shaking their sweaty hands makes her shudder... but anyway, she follows him into the bathroom and stares at him as he cleans his face, narrowing her eyes when his reflection seems to lag behind.

... how strange. mirrors... really are weird around here, aren't they? she wonders, briefly, whether shattering this mirror would bring them back to their own world, like shattering mirrors in the void school brings you back here. so as rokkun is just innocently trying to wash the blood off of his face, rika's wrapping her jacket around her hand, before...

just slamming it into the mirror, with every intention to destroy it. )

Rika!

[ Rika gets one good punch in and whether or not she manages to break the mirror, Rokkun jumps in to pull her away— doesn't even bother trying to catch her hand and instead wraps his arms around her torso and physically lifts her up and off the ground before pulling her away from the mirror. She wanted blood on her clothes? she's getting blood on her clothes. ]

Huh — ?!

( one punch isn't enough to break a big, bathroom mirror — she could've kept going, though, if rokkun didn't just... pick her up and drag her away?! she wants to question him, she really does, but when she thinks about it, she's the one being highly irrational here.

... yeah, just randomly starting to punch mirrors is definitely worrisome. )

You didn't have to pick me up, y'know!! ( she feels the blood on her neck, a thick rivulet sliding under her shirt. ew. ) I'm fine, it's fine, I just — ( she just what? had a dumb idea and acted on it without thinking? yeah, sounds about right. ) — I wanted to check something.

[ It sure sounded like a dumb, unfounded idea, and Rokkun hums his uncertainty, warm breath hitting the back of Rika's neck against that spot of blood because he hadn't let her go yet, like a cat owner who'd hastily picked his cat off the ground and is still gauging whether the cat will behave when he lets it go or if it will immediately do more crime.

Crime, it feels like, since he doesn't see anything different about the bathroom mirror when he glances up at it, his reflection lifting its eyes to meet his a split second after but he's already lowering his gaze to meet Rika's reflection instead. ]

"Something" like what? You scared me...

[ He loosens his grip enough for Rika's feet to touch the ground, while still keeping his arms wrapped around her. ]

What if the mirror had broken? That's seven years of bad luck, Rika. Seven!

[ What if the mirror had fallen and smashed them both over the head? never mind that— the bad luck, take it seriously ]

S... see! Your reflection! Something's not right!!

( she's flailing again, stuck in his arms comically, and pointing at their reflections. she knows what she's seen, okay! she's totally not going insane!!

except maybe she is, because randomly trying to punch mirrors sure doesn't sound like normal behavior... anyway, the reflections. they aren't right, and she's Very Determined to make him see it, turning her head to the side to look at him stubbornly. )

They're like, lagging behind! You gotta look!

[ He frowns a little at being told his reflection isn't right, because of course it isn't: it's covered in blood, and it looks even more messed up with his face next to Rika's whos face is really too close but instead of letting her go, he just pulls back and rests his chin on top of her head.

Leans them both to the left, leans them both to the right, stands straight up and sticks out his tongue. ]

...I don't see it. Was it still doing the thing?

( his reflection really looks scary. kinda like... he maybe ate someone... like a vampire, with how the lower half of his face is covered in, now pretty dry, blood. she's not sure why he still decided it's a good idea to put his chin right on top of her head even like that, but — she just flusters, a little, because little affections are Not her forte and he's still got his arms wrapped around her???

scandalous... rokkun has no shame... dummy... )

Senpai! ( she scolds him, half-hearted, a little too distracted to pay proper attention; when he leans them over, she finally looks at the mirror, and how it seems to be following his actions precisely, for once.

... of course when he's looking, it's working, just to make her look extra crazy. she doesn't need any help with that, thank you. )

Ugh... it works now, but I know what I saw! It was definitely a little behind!!

[ He breathes a laugh against the top of her head at the scolding, but doesn't let go, because he's shameless. ]

Maybe it's just shy? Let me do this, then.

[ Eyes closed, he reaches out, pressing the entire length of his body against Rika's back so he can reach the mirror and touch it with the tip of his finger— everything reflected in the glass freezes in that moment, him, her, the rest of the bathroom left in complete stasis even as he leans back again and gives her room to breathe. Eyes still closed. ]

Did that do anything?

( rOKKUN WHY!! she wants to focus on the mirror so bad, but it's so hard when you're a teenage girl and there's a whole boy pressed up against your back. he's so bold... one day he's gonna get slapped and then he'll realize...

but for now, she does actually try to keep her gaze on the mirror, watching as his arm comes up over her shoulder and the tip of his finger touches the flat surface. her eyes widen, then — as her reflection freezes, along with his own, her mouth hanging open as she tries moving about. will him opening his eyes bring the life back to their reflections? probably.

curiously, she reaches over, pressing her fingers against the mirror, as much as she can with him still holding onto her. )

Don't open your eyes yet.

[ She can feel a finger... tapping against one of her ribs for as far as Rokkun can reach with his arms still wrapped around her. ]

What is it? What do you see?

[ The same scene in the mirror, like a photograph of seconds— minutes- past that doesn't keep moving even after she touches her fingers to the cool, smooth surface of the glass.

Rokkun's reflection looks the same as always, chin resting comfortably on Rika's head, fingertips pressed against the mirror, eyes closed. Rika's reflection looks the same as always, squashed between a shameless teenage boy and the bathroom sink, eyes open— eyes that follow her when she moves, unblinking— then snaps back in place to resume the stillness. ]

( what does she see? she sees the two of them, frozen in time, blue eyes following her movement, as she shuffles against the sink awkwardly, testing it out. there's so many questions that form in her head; she still wants to shatter the mirror for good, but she doubts rokkun will let her, so —

instead, she closes her eyes and keeps her fingers pressed against the flat surface. something tells her he won't be able to see what she does — but she wants to make sure, before she drags him to see... something else. )

C'mon, open your eyes and see for yourself. ( if he acts like she's insane, she'll know enough... )

[ He opens his eyes and what does he see? His reflection holding onto Rika, her with her eyes closed and hand outstretched, a sneer on her reflection's face that isn't there when he looks over at the girl in question but it's gone by the time he looks back at the mirror. ]

I see a cute kouhai and a bloodied senpai.

[ He lets go of her then, placing a hand on her head and steeping to the side to wash his face off at the other sink. ]

...We shouldn't stay here any longer than we need to.

( wow, he's not even gonna share that? she stands there for a moment, with her eyes still closed even as he lets go, hoping to surprise her reflection and catch it doing something weird.

... whether that fails or not, she eventually withdraws her hand and nods. this place... gives her the creeps, honestly. )

Actually, I wanted to show you something.

[ If he tells her that he's going to sound crazy, hello??

Rokkun lifts his head up from the sink, wiping his face off with his sleeve instead of grabbing paper towels. ]

What is it?

( she literally already made herself sound crazy?! and he's the actually insane one here?!?!

but, well, no matter. she's still got one thing to check, and she needs him to help out, so — as soon as he's done wiping his face with... his sleeve instead of paper towels like a normal, civilized human being... she grabs his hand and drags them both out of the bathroom, towards her locker. )

See, I dunno why, but there's some mirrors in there... they kinda appeared randomly one day, but, uh. ( she opens the locker, and takes one out, peering into it as she stands next to him. ) ... can you close your eyes and touch this one, too?

[ You don't want to sound crazy in front of a crazy person...

Like she continues to sound like, because if there's something in your locker doesn't that mean you put them there... Rika... But he doesn't say anything, he just follows after her and enjoys her hand in his while it lasts, until she asks him to do something weird again.

Okaaaaaaayy. Sure. He nosily glances inside like what secrets does Rika's locker hold... but then he looks down at his reflection in the mirror. He closes his eyes and touches the tip of his fingers, still damp, to the surface of the mirror, whereupon the image freezes even after he pulls his hand away and turns towards Rika expectantly, waiting for her to say he can open his eyes again. ]

( there's nothing too interesting in the locker just yet — she didn't really... have time to personalize it too much, and then the mirrors appeared, and, you know. now she's probably convinced it's at least a little bit haunted.

peeking into the mirror as everything freezes, she hums, thoughtful. looks like all mirrors do the same thing — and only when a non-transfer student touches them? how... odd. )

... ah... ( it stays frozen, even when he withdraws? she blinks, a little surprised, bringing the mirror up. maybe she can see something behind their backs... ) Oh, you can open your eyes now.

( will it stay frozen even when rokkun looks? )

[ There's nothing to see even when she moves the pane around, no change in the reflection as long as Rokkun's eyes are closed— it moves when he opens his eyes, though, before he even looking around to find the mirror and peer at the glass.

...

What is he seeing here, Rika, tell him. ]

Is this your way of saying my face is messed up...

[ Whose fault is that, huh ]

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rika "crime cat" kawai is my new fav i hope u know

it's fitting

sniffles... rokkun... cute

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