 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Brandon's alter ego had been flippant, insensitive, and carefree. And the real Brandon wasn't mean or insensitive whatsoever. But the... uniform dishevelment, the occasional lateness or absence... they had stayed. He lost his homework last week and cried.
He was a few minutes late to his scheduled meeting, and no doubt he was already yelling at himself about it. He'd just been so tired that he'd taken a nap in an empty classroom, and then he woke up and had to rush here. He didn't want to waste his precious tutoring time!! There had been a class concept that confused him last week!! He entered the library looking just as exhausted as he had before the nap, alert enough to notice Mitsuki but not enough to admire the windows. "Hi Mitsuki. Sorry I'm late. It won't happen again." He didn't think she would ask for an apology, but over-apologizing was a family trait that was very hard to break out of when he wasn't even thinking right.
That table and chair looked so comfortable... |