Dream on, Dreamer(Hiroe/Emelie)

HIroe would chuckle at Emelie's quote. A coupon was just a coupon, huh? Part of her smiled somewhat somber inwardly when Emelie had revealed she'd be graduating in the next months. Why did it seem like every person she met other than the few first years she was lucky to cross paths with always seem like they were on the cusp of graduating? It made it so hard to form bonds and memories, even if she believed those she met would come back and visit her. The first person she met who indicated they wouldn't be here for much longer was Shiro and it would seem that Emelie was set on a similar trajectory.

Pouting softly, she nodded her head and took a deep breath. Make the best of the memories now and keep cultivating her skills, so that she might end up sharing a division and befriending the crimson-haired woman even more. That could be a goal. Shiro did make such a claim that there was no way she'd graduate quicker than him and part of her truly was tempted to prove that snow-haired punk wrong!

"Yeah, I stay here at the dorms and visit my hometown in the Rukongai. It isn't all that difficult to reach me and I'd certainly welcome a visit, Emelie. I'm happy to have met you today..."

Even though Hiroe hardly expect Emelie's reaction, she was relatively elated herself to be received so well by this woman? Most of those in a higher grade would commonly - at least from point of view - be the type to never even think of socializing with first years. What good did it benefit them? They were on the cusp of graduating, one year away from achieving the dream Hiroe so ardently yearned for. What purpose did it serve them in looking out for a first year like her? None of that mattered to Emelie. She embraced her and treated her as if they had spent their entire lives together, from childhood till' now. Hiroe was appreciative of that genuine compassion in a way words could never properly describe.

As Emelie shook her hands up and down, Hiroe could not help but go into a mirthful fit of laughter, illustrating her joy at finding a genuine friend. She would take the phone as soon as it was offered from Emelie's hands. She would type in her number in the cellphone before handing it back to Emelie, a bright smile on her face.

"There. That's my number. You better not forget a day to call me, alright?"

A faint shade of red would fill Hiroe's cheeks in reply to Emelie's candid way of expression. It truly felt nice to speak with someone like her. She knew she may have been naïve and believed that many students within the academy found her to be something of a nuisance, especially those in different semesters or even years. And yet, here she was, standing before a woman who enjoyed her company merely because she found her to be a good friend.

She didn't know where their paths would take them or whether she'd be able to see her much once she joined a division after graduation, but if she could help it, she'd do her best to improve upon her skill and join her as a fellow peer... even in her first year! Yeah, that was the spirit. She was feeling motivated now.

Turning towards her, she'd smile and grab her Asauchi as she stood beside the considerably taller woman. Tapping thoughtfully at her chin, HIroe surmised she would likely be fine with anything Emelie chose, especially ramen. Ramen was always pretty tasty, even more so when made with a certain degree of passion and culinary prowess.

"I'm fine with wherever you want to go, Emelie. I'm more than down to ditch this place and talk about friend stuff with my new friend! Did I ever tell you I'm a tailor when I'm not doing academy stuff?"

The moment the words "I would die for my own little thing from someone" left Emelie's lips, a plan immediately formulated within Hiroe's mind. To petite tailor, Emelie was a special woman who had wholeheartedly embraced her regardless of their position and standing.

Anyone who came to know Hiroe intimately would never expect it but the woman held friendship in such a high regard that weaving and tailoring commemorative haoris was the symbol of her adoration to those who felt her worthy of their friendship. Emelie fulfilled that category without question.

As Emelie gently lead her away from the central room into the hallway, Hiroe would smile towards the woman, her beaming eyes would find themselves locked onto Emelie as the crimson-haired woman discussed their plans for tonight. Hiroe would stroke her chin thoughtfully before thinking that giving her a present like that later on tonight would make the night one to be remembered years from now. Giving her the opportunity under the guise of bringing something along would be perfect. She would likely text her two questions, painting them as curiosities before presenting her with a special gift.

"Sounds good to me! let me find something nice to wear and we can meet up wherever you choose."

Ah, how wonderful it was to have a friend like this.