Risa moved over to Miki who was writhing in pain.
"Rrrisa?"
"Yes?" Risa was genuinely concerned. This was the Miki Fujimoto. Didn't they call her "Mad Dog" Miki when she started playing futsal? Now, curled up in a ball, tossing and turning, she looked like she was about to cry. Risa crouched down, moving closer to Miki.
The writhing stoped. The shaking stopped. The tears vanished and a hand forcefully slammed her own into her face.
"Uhh!" Risa yelled as the sides of the bowl hit her face. Miki removed her hand, leaving a shocked Risa to drop the bowl onto the floor where the remaining rice spilled.
Miki quickly reached down to her feet with her right hand and brought the table cloth up and over her body.
Risa stood up. She blinked a few times, shaking off the rice from her eyelids. Suddenly the other half of the curtain was torn away as Aya came into view.
At first she didn't speak. She was about as shocked as Risa was. But considerably less seeing as she just didn't have her afternoon snack slammed in her face.
"Are you okay?"
Risa did what Miki had previously instructed her to do in this situation.
Act natural.
This however ended up coming out as a nervous laugh and a cheese-y grin. Risa tried to ignore the rice that fell as she spoke.
"You know meee. i can just be soooo clumsy sometimes."
She chuckled awkwardly a few more times before stopping dead, losing her smile completely.
"Are, are you sure you are okay? Strange. You're acting strange."
"Who, me? Oh, I'm completely fine."
Aya continued looking at her.
Risa snuck a glance at Miki who had just twitched and let out a tiny grunt.
"Ris-"
"I just want you to know." Risa interrupted. Think. Talk. Don't let her hear Miki. "That if something horrible, if something completely awful were to happen to me in the immediate future, that I always looked up to you."
"O...K."
They both paused, looking at one another.
"Have you seen Miki?"
"No. Not at all." Risa lied.
"Ok." Aya was speaking very slowly. "I'm going to leave now, Risa. And if you see Miki please tell her that I was looking for her, OK?"
Risa nodded enthusiastically. Natural. She was trying to act natural.
Aya started to walk towards the door, but kept looking at Risa.
When Risa heard the door close, the table cloth started shouting.
"What the HELL!!"
Miki's right arm shot up in the air, violently throwing the table cloth off of her.
"Are you on crack!?" Miki rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling.
"AHHH!" Miki yelled, slaming her left fist forcefully into Risa's floor.
"Why would you put the frick-en table there!?"
When Risa spoke, it was barely audible.
"The book, said it, it was Feng Shui..."
"I'm going to kill you. Rip you apart with my bare hands. Book? Book? The only books you are allowed to read from now on are books that tell you to pile nice soft comfy cushions infront of that wall and to stop making Miki Fujimoto's life hell."
Miki brought her left hand up to her face, inspecting her watch.
"I don't have enough time to kill you before futsal. I want it to be long and painful, so we'll need to reschedule."
"You, you're going to futsal?" Risa asked, shocked.
Miki got up from the ground. She put both hands on her back and turned, cracking it.
"Yes. Yes, I am going to futsal."
She lifted her left leg up onto the table, she brought the rest of her body up. She reached for the curtains, throwing them at Risa. Miki stoppped half way through the wall to throw her signature glare, before entering her room.