Beneath The Sakura [Emmi Fala/Komachi Ikezawa]

For Emmi Fala, the weather was quite soothing and for a girl who usually spends majority of her day in solitude it really suits her personality. She traversed along the dirt path, passing the sports fields and seats before finding herself surrounded by the falling petals of the cherry blossoms as they started to steadily float to land onto the ground. In the distance, she eyes a small open area of grass between two different trunks of the sakura trees and so she decided to walk towards the patch of grass. Finding herself pulling the strap of her school bag over her head then placing it besides her body as she presses her back against the trunk of the tree.


A soft exhale of breath left from between her lips as her golden irises gazed at the harmonious scene in front of her and she found herself slowly nodding her head back and forth. Her eyes starting to close, threatening to cause her body to slip into a sleeping state yet Emmi Fala attempted to resist the pull of sleep. She wasn't wearing any earplugs so that she could hear the soft whistles of the windy breeze that occasionally passes through the grove of the sakura. The student was quite thankful for remembering to bring out a sweater to keep her body warm as there wasn't much rays of the sun being able to penetrate from the treetops of the sakura all the while being clad in the school uniform whilst wearing a skirt which wouldn't protect her legs from winds brushing against light colored flesh. 

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It was after school and Komachi had, quite frustratingly, nothing to do. There was no rehearsal today, and due to Komachi's admittedly overbearing leadership, there was no need for the costuming department to work today. Standing outside with her hand on her phone, the tailor contemplated calling up her friend Misha to hang out, but would eventually change her mind. She wasnt't in Tokyo anymore, and it wasn't fair to keep relying on her old friends, Komachi rationalized. This was Fukui, so make friends in Fukui. If you don't know where to start, any direction was the right one.

Without any further direction, Komachi walked forwards, and the path that she followed took her past the Gardening Club's prided gardens, past the athletic fields, and onto a small grove of sakura trees. These weren't the ones that lined the school's entrance, but they were beautiful nonetheless. And beneath it was a solitary figure, one Komachi didn't recognize. Most of the girls that Komachi passed on the way seemed occupied chatting with each other, and for some strange reason, the tailor wasn't in the mood to barge in willy-nilly.

Not trying to hide her presence, yet not trying to so earnestly announce it, Komachi approach the other girl, saying "Heya there, how you doing, nice to meet you," once she had closed the distance. The tailor wore that grin halfway between confident and mischiveous as she leaned against the tree trunk. "Mind having a chat on this lovely day?" Komachi asked, adding on, "It's okay to say no, too, you know?"

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Emmi had been attempting to stay awake, in which she was starting to fail in that matter, but noticed a figure in the corner of her eyes that was treading closer to her. Blinking a few times and looking up at the fellow student Fukui academy, the third year only listened to the greeting followed by the request to have a chat. Being raised to be polite and to respond to questions, Emmi bowed her head in a rapid manner before gesturing to the other empty space besides her as an acceptance of the offer.
"I am doing fine. Just enjoying the scenery of the grove of sakura trees."


She would wait for a physical response for the girl as she sat more upright to be more comfortable whilst leaning against the sakura tree's trunk. Whether she did accept the offer to sit or rather stand, Emmi didn't mind before she made her introduction. "I don't mind chatting. I just don't like bothering people if they are chatting with others. My name is Emmi. Fala Emmi and I am a third year at Fukui Academy. Pleasure to meet you," Emmi stated as her golden orbs gazed right into the other student's eyes to display her full attention.

Komachi Ikezawa

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Fala. That wasn't a Japanese name, especially since they didn't have 'L's in them. The girl had Komachi fooled, and the tailor could respect that, giving the sitting girl a respectful bow.

"Ikezawa Komachi, a pleasure to meet you, Fala-senpai," Komachi said, starting respectfully. But the facade didn't last as she stood back up, her tone shifting back to that casual and carefree type. "Though, gotta say, we're all students here, aren't we? I mean, we're wearing the same uniform and on campus grounds, right? Anyways. Glad to hear you're doing fine. Though I wonder, if you weren't doing fine, would you be telling me that?" Komachi laughed again before pointing at Emmi to add a quick, "Don't have to answer that question."

Accepting Emmi's offer to sit down, Komachi stood at Emmi's side for a bit before dropping down to the ground with an energetic 'hrmph', then leaned back against the tree trunk again, incredibly relaxed.

"So, what brings you over here?" Komachi asked, looking up at the sky. "Guessing all the girls in their little cliques just are too, well, cliquish to really be able to talk to them? Argh, I'm a tailor not a writer. Or are you someone who needs a bit of 'me time'. Oh." Komachi looked back down and to the side at Emmi. "Like, seriously. If you need me to just go away, just tell me. It ain't rude, heck, not telling me is rude."

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After the respectful greeting of what she now assumes to be her kouhai after being known as a senpai, Emmi was only blinked silently as the younger female spoke whatever arrived into her mind. She was...not tenacious but a better word would be diligent and enthusiastic. A smile spread across her lips however as her offer was taken until she there was another barrage of chatter from Komachi.

Seeing the young students coverse and chatter brought comfort in their senpai's heart. Seeing girls like Komachi gives Emmi a reason to try to help others be happy.

"You need not have to leave. I agree honestly that close friends are less susceptible to allow others in joining them, I just like to watch the tranquil scene in front of me," Emmi replied back as she gazed at the continuous falling of the sakura petals before her tilting her head towards the company with her. "I converse when others wish to talk or I reach out to help those who require help."

Reaching into her large, navy shoulderbag, she pulled out some salted crackers and held them out to her kouhai. "I came here to relax and enjoy the scenery. Would you like something to nibble on?"

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Hearing that she did not need to move on was a good sign, and Komachi was rathe aware of how upfront she was being, especially to a senior. However, the way she spoke, while not irritating, reminded the tailor too much of Misha. She doubted that Fala-senpai was the type to throw out biting remarks with an ojou-sama's smile, or that Fala was from that kind of background, but habits were hard to break out of.
 
"Sure, if you don't mind me having some," Komachi replied, reaching out and saying, "Itadakimasu." Komachi wasn't particularly hungry, but she accepted the crackers nonetheless. She was about to stuff her face before catching herself. Even though it was perhaps too late to give a good first impression, Komachi found it more suitable to take a smaller bite and finish chewing before speaking up again.
 
"Is people-watching a hobby for you?" Komachi asked, taking another small bite and chewing quickly before following up. "Zen garden kind of deal? Like to imagine what others are thinking or speaking about? Or playing Batman and keeping a watch over everyone?" Komachi chuckled at the last suggestion before succumbing to temptation and stuffing the rest of cracker in her mouth. As far as she had experienced, pretty much anyone who was just watching people tended to be watching for trouble too.

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