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As Madoka rushed to class, she silently cursed herself.
If she hadn’t been having those cursed nightmares that kept her up most of the night, she wouldn’t have been late to wake up.
And then she wouldn’t have been late to school.
When she finally stumbled in to the silent classroom, apologizing for her lateness all the while, she suddenly saw something out of the corner of her eye that made her freeze.
The girl.
The girl from her nightmares, who always had what seemed like hatred in her eyes.
But this time— she didn’t.
She looked… normal. She had glasses.
She actually looked just about ready to pass out from nerves.
The class all stared at the both of them, unsure who to focus on; the new student, all wilting and nervous— or the one who, at least in her own eyes, would never be good enough.
After what could have been a moment— or a lifetime, the teacher called the girl with glasses to come forward, and introduce herself.
“H-hi, my name is Homura, a-and I was in the h-hospital for a heart condition. I h-hope I c-can join you g-guys.”
The poor girl was shaking like a leaf.
Madoka couldn’t help but feel pity, despite the fact that she was still sure about this girl being the one in her dreams. Always talking about timelines.
Later that day, Homura— who kept calling her “Miss Kaname” despite Madoka’s insistence to be called by her first name, had scraped her knee in physical education, and Madoka was instructed to take her to the nurse’s.
That’s when it happened.
Madoka never minded physical touch, but she was taken by surprise— she felt a squeeze, and looked down to see Homura gripping her hand like her life depended upon it.
She was still shaking. Madoka looked back up, and saw that Homura was avoiding eye contact more than she did before.
So she squeezed her hand back.
She saw a glint in Homura’s eyes, and in her dark hair, and they both smiled.