Spring 1

She's shrugging on her new uniform, testing the feeling of the skirt around her waist, dancing at her mirror. Her foster parent peers at her through the crack. "One would think you won't miss us."

If I missed you, you would hear it.

She doesn't say this aloud. She doesn't mind this foster family. They were nice, they were good to her. Regardless, she'll be eighteen in a short while and that means she has to go home. She's able to inherit the remainder of her parents' assets, which aren't many. She wants to see her old home at least one more time before then.

Minako just wishes she knew why.

(It's cause of her inner calling card, and she knows it, deep down.)

"I'm just excited!" Her voice bubbles out because this is true. "Another new school, senior year, dorm life!"

"Personal space," her adoptive mother says. Her voice is gentle, to keep the fragile tranquility of the house. Even so, Minako knows she won't be missed.

That's all right.

"Pretty much," she agrees, and returns to packing.


A/N: Hello! Little short thing because this is good practice for my super long Persona 3 fic later on! Anyway, here it is. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Challenges: Diversity Writing Challenge (Anime/Manga) E23. write in present tense