Ouchi, Makoto was feeling down. Without any of his friends around he'd become the subject of harassment once again. He stared sadly at Yuka, the only one he'd been able to really talk to about Mizuru, but she too had kept herself busy the last week. Makoto seemed to be the only one with nothing to do, and his art had been suffering. He just hadn't been able to concentrate, concern for his friend the biggest focus on his mind, but he didn't dare speak up where someone might overhear it. Not everyone in the school had been there when... had it really been Mizuru? The hero who'd been protecting the city? It seemed so fantastical yet... she hadn't been at school since, there could hardly be any other explanation, but Makato wasn't going to go spreading any rumours.<br/><br/>Makoto looked away from Yuka, thinking of the rest of his friends. Had their little group of friends really been this weak? Was Mizuru the only thing holding them togethor? Asuka and Kiyoko had become so distant, Kaede had stopped coming to school, and Lukas had become obsessed with becoming stronger. Makoto wasn't sure what to do next, when a familiar face approached the school.<br/><br/>Makoto came running, bursting into tears as emotions overflowed, his voice a mix of joy and sadness, "Mizuru! You're... well not okay but you're here! I was so worried about you." He began sniffling as he tried not to hug the girl and get himself under control, relief the primary emotion of his voice now, "I-I'm so glad you're alive. That strange man took you away without a word and I wasn't sure what became of you. Do you need any help with anything? It must be hard to carry things while you're on crutches."<br/><br/>