[it's more than who she was now. Reimi was hoping to slowly prime the people who mattered most to her (and could know) for the revelation that what she was had changed as well. Fubuki doesn't know it know, but he's lost her in more ways than one.
few things truly frighten her anymore, but the prospect of having to tell anyone this is more than daunting. it had been different in Morioh, where everyone had known from the beginning and she'd forgotten many of the little things which came with living. but here...both she and her friends weren't prepared for this. she honestly doesn't know if she ever would be.
for now, she can give all of herself to Fubuki that's safe. Reimi focuses on that instead of her misgivings. it was unlikely that she was the only one suffering through an identity crisis of sorts, after all.
there's the sound of motion and rustling fabric on her end; she doesn't know if he'll be able to discern it without a visual cue, but it's Reimi bowing respectfully. it's at once a welcome to Fubuki and a farewell to Kouyuki. whether he felt it or not, he'd been changed as well. he wasn't the only one taking a loss today.]
It's great to meet you, Shirou-kun! I hope that we'll get along well. My name is Reimi Sugimoto.
[it's the first time that she's introduced herself with her real name, and the feeling is strangely liberating. it really does feel as if she's reaching out with her own hands this time, grasping at something she knows she's going to cherish.
was it the same for Fubuki? she has no way of knowing right now. she's willing to accept whatever name her gives her at the moment, but that doesn't mean she won't be making certain that's truly what he feels is best somewhere down the road. she had too much experience with people who couldn't say what they meant for that.]
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few things truly frighten her anymore, but the prospect of having to tell anyone this is more than daunting. it had been different in Morioh, where everyone had known from the beginning and she'd forgotten many of the little things which came with living. but here...both she and her friends weren't prepared for this. she honestly doesn't know if she ever would be.
for now, she can give all of herself to Fubuki that's safe. Reimi focuses on that instead of her misgivings. it was unlikely that she was the only one suffering through an identity crisis of sorts, after all.
there's the sound of motion and rustling fabric on her end; she doesn't know if he'll be able to discern it without a visual cue, but it's Reimi bowing respectfully. it's at once a welcome to Fubuki and a farewell to Kouyuki. whether he felt it or not, he'd been changed as well. he wasn't the only one taking a loss today.]
It's great to meet you, Shirou-kun! I hope that we'll get along well. My name is Reimi Sugimoto.
[it's the first time that she's introduced herself with her real name, and the feeling is strangely liberating. it really does feel as if she's reaching out with her own hands this time, grasping at something she knows she's going to cherish.
was it the same for Fubuki? she has no way of knowing right now. she's willing to accept whatever name her gives her at the moment, but that doesn't mean she won't be making certain that's truly what he feels is best somewhere down the road. she had too much experience with people who couldn't say what they meant for that.]