[Fuuka's so caught off-guard she doesn't even realize immediately what's happened. She blinks belatedly at the memory in confusion, realization sinking in just as—
Makoto screams and Fuuka's shoulders jerk in surprise, her body stiffening with alarm. She looks like she's seen a—
... ghost...
Goodness gracious, in between Futaba thinking she had died, and Makoto thinking he had died, is there any surprise that Akira is so stressed out?
She looks at Akira, hesitating for a moment before she decides to just go for it— she steps forward and gently loops her arms under his, giving him a wordless hug of comfort.]
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Makoto screams and Fuuka's shoulders jerk in surprise, her body stiffening with alarm. She looks like she's seen a—
... ghost...
Goodness gracious, in between Futaba thinking she had died, and Makoto thinking he had died, is there any surprise that Akira is so stressed out?
She looks at Akira, hesitating for a moment before she decides to just go for it— she steps forward and gently loops her arms under his, giving him a wordless hug of comfort.]