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The flush won't go away, even after Fukawa takes a step back and turns her back to them. She's wringing her hands and biting her lip. (Feet!! She's been touching someone else's feet!! And people were so quick to call her filthy before.) This girl, she must want something from her, right? Maybe she planned to train her up and abandon her own post at the first opportunity! Then she'd be stuck here with all these smelly invalids, inept and ill-socialized and in over her head, and no one would lift a finger to help her. She's not comely or charming, convincing anyone to lend a hand would be ten times more difficult than it is for this girl. Was that even her natural hair colour? Could anyone's eyes be that green without fake lenses?
Except Etana is so cheerful, waving her goodbye, and Sakura keeps that sunshine beaming as she hustles to the next patient. And the next one after that. The limbs shifted, wrists over ankles, etc, but the work stemmed from the same base. Fukawa remains reticent throughout, shying from thanks and sneaking sidelong glances at her mentor.
It's not until they have a spare moment that she speaks up, low and hesitant.]
Wh-why are you going through all this effort? You know I can't st-stick around.
[Hard to work in medicine with a fear of blood and all. Besides which, if she had the misfortune to sneeze? Fukawa might be a piss poor physician, but Syo would be even worse.]
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Well, with the road to Hale cut off, it's good for people to know the basics. Even if you never use it again, at least you know now, right?
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[So it's all for her own benefit?
Fukawa groans. Her hands rake into her hair, tugging it taut as she squeezes her eyes shut and seethes.]
Ugh! This P-Pollyanna attitude is so annoying! Are you trying to achieve nirvana? Become a saint? [Does she get either of those references?] There has to b-be a second motivation! Nobody wastes this much time on complete trash without expecting something back!
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Okay, first of all — I don't think you're trash. No one's trash. （ well, maybe orochimaru's trash, but he's not here, so... ） And secondly — maybe other people you've met expect things back, but I'm not one of them. You can believe me or not, I really don't care.
（ she used to be obsessive over what other people thought or believed about her, but she's been learning to let that go. becoming comfortable in her own skin has gone a long way towards settling those old insecurities. ）
1/?
[She's been handed a paradox. People who handed out charity, especially girls, always tacked on some false platitudes with the gesture. They claimed that they were friends. In spite of all evidence to the contrary, the miniscule time they'd spent together, the complete lack of commonalities between them.
That's how Fukawa knew it was fake. There was no basis for connection, ergo, their words were false flattery. Maybe there were extremely rare exceptions, like Komaru, who was simply too stupid to realize that she shouldn't trust Fukawa in the first place, but ultimately stuck it out until their bond became realized in truth. But she was literally the only person on the planet who said those things and meant it with her whole heart!
...Okay her and maybe her dumbass brother, but he was always too busy sniffing Kirigiri's skirts to pay homely, wretched Fukawa any mind.
But then that leaves her with this. Haruno Sakura, who is offering her kindness, knowledge, and an open door, and yet says she doesn't care what Fukawa thinks?
Her eyes dart between the other girl's rapidfire. Seeking an answer. No, no her expression is clear as day. There's no twitches, no incongruities. She's speaking plain from the heart.
But then...wait. Wait wait wait.]
2/?
And what has Fukawa proved of her worth here? That she could spool a piece of cloth around a leg? Who would be impressed with a thing like that? If she could learn it this quickly, obviously it's a skill of no importance at all!]
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It's the sort of thoughtless generosity Byakuya-sama extended from time to time. He attached no secret importance to sending say, Naegi on errands. It was a matter of practicality, not a manipulative gesture.
If that was the mindset Sakura was using, could she take the girl's words as the truth?]
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Th-then...Then I...
[Her palms are sweaty. Knees weak, arms are heavy.]
I s-suppose I... [Huff, huff.] In that c-case...
[Spit it out, you idiot! People are starting to stare! Oh god, they know! They can see what an ungracious dolt you are! JUST SAY IT!!]
Th...Th-th...
THANK YOU!
5/5 and i'm very sorry
Fukawa's hands clap to her head in horror. Oh no, she's done it! She's made it weird! Everyone is looking at her! She's been exposed!
🚨🚨🚨🚨¡¡¡EVACUATE THE PREMISES!!!🚨🚨🚨🚨]
GAAAAAAH!!!
[Fukawa books it out the door at mach speed five. The tarp door flails in the whirlwind left in her wake, her heels clopping further and further into the distance as she makes for safe havens.
brb finding a crevice to crawl into and die]
where's mom's spaghetti when you need it
okay.
that sure was a thing that occurred.
what a strange girl... but you know what? that was kind of sweet, too. in that under-socialized, feral cat sort of way.
don't think you've seen the last of her, fukawa!! ）