#ɪᴄ; Osana Najimi / ⁽ ᶜʰᵉʳʳʸ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐ ⁾

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   “Sorry pal, can you. . .sign slower? I can half - understand what you mean thanks to my dumb but smart friend making me learn, but I feel like I will mess up big time if I try to sign back,” she offered a troubled smile at that. Osana mentally kicked herself, she knew what if felt like when others did not understand the language you spoke in ( it was painful how those short visits to her great-grandparents, all those kids would mock her due her lack of knowledge in both French and English ).

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   Classes had started and the redhead had gotten lost more times that she could ( and would ever ) count and admit outloud; causing her to feel further embarrassment and take critical damage to her pride. 

   Still, the teacher was comprehensive enough not to scold her harshly—taking pity did not make the bitter taste on her tongue go away, instead making her bow her head apologetically with clenched fists as she took seat in one empty desk.

   It was hard for her to focus during the whole class. Being the new kid and arriving late made her gut twist plus the judgemental stares from some classmates made her mood worse but she tried to remember those breathing exercises that she read about.

   The bell rang but before she could grab her things and flee, because the teacher called her out along a purple-haired female—it wasn’t hard to deduce that both were now forced to spend time together for Osana to know better the institution.

   As soon as the elder was out of sight, she bowed to apologize.

   “I am sorry, Yuri—you are free to go, you probably don’t want to lose your time with me. If any authority asks, I will cover you.” Honey hues refused to meet the opposite’s female ones.

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   “W - Watch out!” A little too late the girl she meant to warn fell on the pavement.

   Osana sighed heavily and rushed to her side, how could someone be so deep into their thoughts to completely deattach themselves from reality? Now that she thought about it, she knew a certain daydreamer who ocassionally suffered from the same.

   “Are you alright? Can you walk? That was. . .a super-nasty fall,” the redhead kneeled next to her side, frowning lightly. “If you can’t walk on your own, I can carry you to the infirmary—even if you end up being heavy, I can deal with it.” Her facial features softened. A small yet friendly smile curved her lips, she meant no ill with that comment. Just humor this situation. It happened from time to time, to daydream and suffer a minor accident caused by that.