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[She's looking up at the strip of paper she hung on a branch, watching it sway and spin in the wind. She'd said she was doing okay, and that she didn't need to make any more wishes. But that was then. Now she's so uncertain. She wanted to be a guardian to protect people, not to arrest her friends.]

[...or...well...people she cares about even if they're not friends.]

[Maybe she should tear it off and really think about what to do. Maybe she should resign. Satou could carry off Bakugou without hesitation, like a true professional! But Orihime couldn't do that, so is she just playing at being hero...?]

[Her communicator chirps, shaking her out of her gloomy reverie. She wasn't expecting a call, so she assumes someone at the bakery wants to leave early or take a day off, or maybe Ichigo wants her to help with something at the hospital, or Bulla--]

[Her heart jumps into her throat at the name. 'Murder-sama.' She never did get around to changing it. But why...? Is he going to yell at her some more? She's hesitant to answer, but his voice comes through anyway. Swallowing past the dryness in her throat she holds the communicator to her ear like a phone.]

I'm at the shrine. Did something happen?