But Misuzu cared so much it made her teeth hurt. She cared so much that she had to build a fortress of thorns just to keep from breaking.
He flinched as she approached, expecting a lecture. Expecting to be told 'I told you so.' misuzu tachibana
She started walking toward the turnstiles, not checking to see if he followed. She didn't need to check. She was Misuzu Tachibana. She was the sarcasm, the thorns, and the wall. And as long as she was standing, no one on her side of the wall was ever truly alone. But Misuzu cared so much it made her teeth hurt