Miku pushed away from her chair with fluid grace, moving to stand with the others.
She positioned herself at the end of the line that the boys had unconsciously formed, still keeping her back to the wall, still maintaining her sight lines to both exits and all the people in the room.
Old habits from someone who had learned survival the hard way.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Four prospects who didn't know much about each other, didn't trust each other, had no idea what came next.
Miku leaned against the table, arms crossed, chewing her gum with deliberate, almost aggressive slowness. Each crack of the mint filled the silence.
Sudo adjusted his glasses with mathematical precision, hands perfectly still despite the situation. Controlled. Disciplined.
Shiinchiro fidgeted with his notebook, flipping pages without actually reading them, his nervous energy finding any outlet it could.
