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Ritsu will usually play with the boys. But gradually, she leaves their football matches, card games and hunts for tiny critters. She gradually joins Mio's idea of fun.
It involves cart wheeling, some tag, and a whole lot of gossip.
By third year, Mio has given up in reading books during lunchtime. Ritsu's spirit must be contagious after all. Girls will often pull her out of the classroom and into the playground. Where cracked concrete and itchy grass stare at her.
Mio watches as Ritsu falls on her backside, huffing.
"C'mon Mio-chan," she says, "Join us."
"It looks tiring, Ricchan."
"That's the point."
Mio's mind tries to process said point. "It is?"
"Yeah! You're cold right?"
Mio can't deny that she isn't shivering. She nods.
"Well if you play with us, you'll feel warmer."
Mio likes warmth. So she smiles and gives in. "Okay."
Ritsu throws her a grin and a pat. Then she takes off. She leaves behind an announcement.
"You're it!"
Mio's smile disperses. Shaking her head, she follows the shorter girl. She must be exhausted by now, judging by how much she's breathing.
Just as Mio has caught up to Ritsu, Ritsu seems to instantly grow.
There's a disturbing, grating sound.
Mio opens her eyes, not realising she has closed them. She glances down. On each of her knees, there's a mixture of pale dust and watery red.
Mio twists her mouth, trying not to scream. Something wet gathers at her chin.
"Mio-chan?" Ritsu's voice. It's the softest she's ever heard from her.
There's a collection of murmurs. The other girls have arrived.
"Mio-chan! Are you okay?"
"She's crying, stupid. Of course she isn't."
"You shouldn't swear."
"I wasn't swearing."
Mio sits still, in pain, humiliation and fear.
A pair of hands grabs hers. And she's guided off the callous concrete.
After the murmurs have died, Mio looks up. She sniffs and asks, "Where are we going, Ricchan?"
Ritsu doesn't answer. The appearance of the water bubblers did.
"No!" Mio squeaks.
Ritsu turns around. She looks odd without a grin. "You need to, Mio-chan."
"It … it already hurts." Mio's voice is shivering. "It's going to hurt more."
"It won't sting, Mio-chan."
A fresh wave of sobs attack Mio. "It will!"
"I promise it won't sting." Mio looks up and watches Ritsu's face. It's determined and strange. "I promise, Mio-chan. I promise it won't sting."
So Mio trudges after Ritsu, trusting her.
And it stings. A lot.
Ritsu touches the bandaids onto Mio's knees.
There's a pause filled with several, silent sentences. It ends not with a dot but with a sniffle.
Mio watches the tears on Ritsu's cheeks.
"I'm sorry Mio-chan," the girl chokes out, giving a cloud of warmth.
Mio's too silenced to accept the apology.
She continues to watch the little girl who fell countless times and never cried. That is, until now. No blood is on her. Just a lot of guilt, and the honesty of a liar.
Ritsu roughly rubs her eyes. It looks painful so Mio moves closer to her. Carefully. She hopes the tears stop soon. She feels bad just looking at them.
Ritsu seems to make everything contagious.

~Ch. 2 Scene 2, "Chances Are" by Little Donkey: [link]

Aww, I had to sketch this! :3
(btw I did not write the story, I drew the sketch!)

K-On! © Kakifly

Description
Ritsu will usually play with the boys. But gradually, she leaves their football matches, card games and hunts for tiny critters. She gradually joins Mio's idea of fun.
It involves cart wheeling, some tag, and a whole lot of gossip.
By third year, Mio has given up in reading books during lunchtime. Ritsu's spirit must be contagious after all. Girls will often pull her out of the classroom and into the playground. Where cracked concrete and itchy grass stare at her.
Mio watches as Ritsu falls on her backside, huffing.
"C'mon Mio-chan," she says, "Join us."
"It looks tiring, Ricchan."
"That's the point."
Mio's mind tries to process said point. "It is?"
"Yeah! You're cold right?"
Mio can't deny that she isn't shivering. She nods.
"Well if you play with us, you'll feel warmer."
Mio likes warmth. So she smiles and gives in. "Okay."
Ritsu throws her a grin and a pat. Then she takes off. She leaves behind an announcement.
"You're it!"
Mio's smile disperses. Shaking her head, she follows the shorter girl. She must be exhausted by now, judging by how much she's breathing.
Just as Mio has caught up to Ritsu, Ritsu seems to instantly grow.
There's a disturbing, grating sound.
Mio opens her eyes, not realising she has closed them. She glances down. On each of her knees, there's a mixture of pale dust and watery red.
Mio twists her mouth, trying not to scream. Something wet gathers at her chin.
"Mio-chan?" Ritsu's voice. It's the softest she's ever heard from her.
There's a collection of murmurs. The other girls have arrived.
"Mio-chan! Are you okay?"
"She's crying, stupid. Of course she isn't."
"You shouldn't swear."
"I wasn't swearing."
Mio sits still, in pain, humiliation and fear.
A pair of hands grabs hers. And she's guided off the callous concrete.
After the murmurs have died, Mio looks up. She sniffs and asks, "Where are we going, Ricchan?"
Ritsu doesn't answer. The appearance of the water bubblers did.
"No!" Mio squeaks.
Ritsu turns around. She looks odd without a grin. "You need to, Mio-chan."
"It … it already hurts." Mio's voice is shivering. "It's going to hurt more."
"It won't sting, Mio-chan."
A fresh wave of sobs attack Mio. "It will!"
"I promise it won't sting." Mio looks up and watches Ritsu's face. It's determined and strange. "I promise, Mio-chan. I promise it won't sting."
So Mio trudges after Ritsu, trusting her.
And it stings. A lot.
Ritsu touches the bandaids onto Mio's knees.
There's a pause filled with several, silent sentences. It ends not with a dot but with a sniffle.
Mio watches the tears on Ritsu's cheeks.
"I'm sorry Mio-chan," the girl chokes out, giving a cloud of warmth.
Mio's too silenced to accept the apology.
She continues to watch the little girl who fell countless times and never cried. That is, until now. No blood is on her. Just a lot of guilt, and the honesty of a liar.
Ritsu roughly rubs her eyes. It looks painful so Mio moves closer to her. Carefully. She hopes the tears stop soon. She feels bad just looking at them.
Ritsu seems to make everything contagious.

~Ch. 2 Scene 2, "Chances Are" by Little Donkey: [link]

Aww, I had to sketch this! :3
(btw I did not write the story, I drew the sketch!)

K-On! © Kakifly