[Semi-closed as in, "if you can find a convincing reason why you'd be in Kasumi's personal room in the late evening, run it by me"]

Ohhhhh this is bad.

Kasumi had counted on screwing up in a lot of ways in Tsuma.

Embarrassing herself at formal events.
Getting absolutely chumped in the iaijutsu portion of the test.
Slipping and falling in her fashionable shoes to make an ungainly pile on the floor.

Stuff like that.

Instead, she found herself placing Shokoshu-sama in the midst of her tea set.



Developing a crush on someone you know damned well is engaged to someone who's not you is so, so damn stupid.

But he was cute, he was classy, he could do actual art, and he liked her back.

Kasumi had always heard that life was unfair. But now, looking at the little origami octopus it really came home to her.

This sucks.

She didn't cry, even though part of her wanted to.

Because right now, she was more frustrated than sad.