Emi Ibarazaki

Your alarm's beeping shatters the early morning quiet, and you find yourself wondering where to find the motivation to rise. Class is still quite far off, but you agreed to run with Emi in the mornings. Really, you're not that interested in running as a hobby, or even as a possible life-lengthening exercise. However, you feel obligated to follow through on your promise to Emi yesterday, which is why you find yourself throwing on some running shorts and a light t-shirt. The cool morning air caresses your face as the early sunshine causes the dew on the grass to sparkle, nearly blinding you at first. As you make your way down to the track, a long yawn makes you tear up a little. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea? There is always tomorrow... It's never too late to start running, right? Deep in your thoughts, you fail to notice a faint creaking of Emi's runner prosthetics. You! You're late. A high-pitched voice makes you turn. Emi looks at you with a frown, bobbing up and down softly on her artificial legs.