It was a really, almost insufferably long day. My limp isn't getting any better, I'm getting tired of regaling anyone who asks (teachers mostly, but the occasional student I became friendly with) with a purely fabricated tale of my own clumsiness and stupidity. Not to mention Hiromu's worry and misplaced guilt hitting me at random times throughout the day.

Takosawa isn't here to pick me up yet, there's a surprise. However, Genta's little sushi cart is still there, where it was when we met. There's a hasty patch job on one of the panels, I wonder what caused that little accident.

I muscle up a smile (not too hard, I've already learned that Genta brings out the best in everyone) and limp up to the cart.

"Salut, Genta."