<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGaVdmk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Akiyama's Dorm Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Akiyama<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School; Night Time<br/><hr/><br/>Megumi returned Akiyama's hug in silence. The blindfolded girl was shivering slightly, but the hug calmed her down a little.<br/><br/>Megumi felt more than a little childish for breaking down in front of Akiyama like this. Megumi knew that the woman had been through far, far worse than she herself had. Heck. Megumi's own troubles felt small to her by comparison. However, in the same way, it gave her a sense of shared understanding with Akiyama. They were both burned by their abilites. They both had trouble adjusting to society. And, most notably, they both had antidepressants- which was one of the<em>fun</em>reasons why Megumi knew the purpose Akiyama's pills so easily. When you got right down to it, Megumi realized the two of them had a lot in common... Albeit in all the wrong ways.<br/><br/>Still, as much as Megumi did not want to impress upon Akiyama's time, there really wasn't any other choice for her. What else could she do? Call her parents? Those monsters didn't give a hoot-nanny about her. Her mom moved back to Germany and Megumi had to struggle to get an allowance from her dad, and a small one at that. In terms of people she knew well, there was next to no one to lean on. AJ, who she had lived with the past week, was probably the closest thing, and he was neither apt nor applicable any longer.<br/><br/>Pulling back, Megumi softly nodded. She had managed to stop up the waterworks for now, which was good, because her  blindfold was going to get crusty at this rate. She gently applied the towel blindfold blindfold again as she spoke.<strong>"S-Sorry. I like to think that wanting to make up for the bad is what matters most. Honestly... Knowing someone's past doesn't sting as much as realizing what they've become. Th-that's the worst problem for me. I don't just see people's past, I see who they <em>are</em>. Um, if that makes sense, at least. It's hard to describe."</strong><br/><br/>When Akiyama mentioned clothes, Megumi hesitated, but eventually produced her keyring. One for the door, one for her room, one<strong>"Um. My apartment should be safe right now. Um. Akumi will be unconscious for the next fourty five minutes and thirty three seconds, and um, after that he will remain unconscious for one hour, ten minutes and twenty-two seconds unless woken by something."</strong>Those numbers would prove 100% accurate, should Akiyama pay the room a visit.<br/><br/>At the mention of food, Megumi realized she hadn't a bite to eat in awhile. The cafeteria closed late at night and arguing with Akumi had taken up her regulrar mealtime. With her allowance, if Megumi couldn't find time for dinner she was Shoot out of Luck!<strong>"Food? Um, that would be nice, actually."</strong>She admitted. At the very least, thinking of food took her mind off the trouble upstairs<strong>"Chicken, if you don't mind."</strong>She said.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If Akumi gets Megumi's clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Megumi's apartment was surprisingly clean. Blind or not, Megumi had no tolerance for dirt under any circumstances. Errant grime only annoyed her eyes further. A few things had been broken; a thrown bowl, a toppled lamp, nothing serious however. In the center of the room, flat on his back and out cold, was AJ. It appeared as if he was wearing some kind of sequined, razor-thin bikini and thong, with noticable bulge that left very little to the imagination. Yeah. This had been what Megumi had to deal almost 24-7, and precisely what she had been forced to look at a few minutes ago. Not a pretty sight, to say the least.<br/><br/>Megumi's room was locked, but the key to her door opened easily. The room inside was much cleaner, but felt blank. Usually people were supposed to have magazines, toys and books in their room. Posters, pictures, memorabilia, anything. Beyond her clothes and a few books stacked in a drawer, Megumi's room had <em>nothing</em>. No dolls. No ornaments. No desk-lamp. Not even a computer. Even her selection of clothes was pretty bare. She had more school uniforms than actual outfits, and the former was not a high number.<br/><br/>Upon her return, Akiyama, surprisingly, might find her apartment a little cleaner for no real reason. Just around the table Megumi had been eating at, in places she could feel with her fingers. Cleaning was Megumi's personal solution for therapy; even if it was only with a napkin.<br/></div></div>