He was seeing her more often now. Before it would only be when he came back from Tartarus, she would look at him with the same tired expression and confident eyes so like his own. Now, he would see her at school, in cafés, on trains, always staring back. Her expression seemed to change with his own, causing him to think that he was imaging it at first; that it was always himself looking back, rather than her.
He returned to his room and made to get into bed before he saw her again. Today, he would decide if this really was just his tired imagination, perhaps tainted from too many nights in the Dark Hour.
He moved closer then inspected her face. She was about his height, wearing the girl's Gekkoukan uniform and had bright red eyes which clashed with his own dark ones. Her hair was red too, tied up with hair clips. She seemed to be standing in a dorm room, similar to his but with a few changes such as the bedding colours and carpet. How could he imagine all that?
She moved as he did, lifting her left hand as he moved his right, a reflection. Intrigued, he removed his blazer and she did the same (he toyed with the idea of removing his shirt before deciding that would be too lewd). When he pushed his hand against their barrier, however, he felt heat where he had expected cold glass. It made him flinch but he didn't retract his hand. Moving his other hand against the glass, he gazed into her eyes. They stared back, almost daringly. He moved his body closer, so did she. Licking his lips, he dipped his head towards her. She copied his actions. When they met, he felt the heat again, a real body. He couldn't image such a vivid feeling, could he? He moved back and stared as she smiled kindly at him, despite his own face holding a slight frown. She was no longer copying him anymore...
Bang!
Both flinched and looked to the door of their respective rooms, taking their eyes from each other for moment before looking back. He looked at her worried expression, now matching his own and supposed he imagined her earlier smile.
Bang!
He sighed and left his room; she seemed to do the same, both finding a cursing Junpei and a broken game console at the top of the stairs.
When he returned to his room, he ignored the full-length mirror, deciding it would be too big of a headache to figure it out this late at night; she seemed to think the same.