"Mia?" Of all the people he could bump into, Akira wasn't expecting Mia; though it wasn't a surprise. After all, she's been kinda stalking him for some time now; he just pretends not to be aware.
"Akira-kun? I said, what the hell were you doing coming out of my aunt's apartment?"
Akira met her gaze evenly, keeping his calm. He couldn't afford to panic, not with Mia's unpredictable tendencies, as she'd displayed in the gym earlier today.
"Mia," he said, using his most controlled, reassuring tone. "It's nothing for you to worry about. Mei-san needed to talk about some administrative stuff… you know, rent payments and cleaning schedules for the building. She's the manager, remember?"
Mia didn't move. Her eyes flickered from his face to the door, then down to the front of his jeans, then back to his eyes. She was conducting her own silent, terrifying inspection.
"You smell different," she stated flatly. "Like lavender and strong soap. Not like the gym."
