Akemi Homura had grown to be someone who needed no one. She could cook what meals she required, clean and organize as necessary, and maintain her own studies. But to some eyes, this was not 'living.' It was an honest observation. She wasn't living. She was surviving and fighting, every single day. She didn't have time for 'living' until she had finished 'surviving.'

So this turn of events was annoying. It made the independent girl feel mocked and looked down upon... but okay. She understood the angle. Heart in-patient becomes an out patient, lives alone in a city, transfers schools... Okay, yes. To an outsider, it might look worrisome. It would cause more trouble to protest it harshly.

As instructed, she made her way to the principal's office. Just get it over with. She told herself. Like ripping off a band aid.
Spotting the man, she lowered her head. "Are you... the one picking me up?"