To The Heart (Hiro)

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[HIRO JUN MIZUSHIMA]

Friday afternoon. It was a lazy afternoon for Hiro. It was lunch time at the Academy and everyone was everywhere in the Academy. Normally unless he had some other plans with someone he'd would tend to stick to his classroom. He would eat and take care of whatever business he need to, which usually meant grading papers or something but Hiro wasn't in the mood for that today. Instead he chose to take his lunch and go outside. In this case he went out into the nearby forest. Hiro chose a specific spot. It was a spot that he had been going to since his own Academy days and he only knew it to be the same spot because he had marked it the first time he had come. It was a tree that he liked to climb that overlooked the lake. It was a beautiful little spot that he would visit to be along.

Hiro perched himself on one of the thick branches and ate his lunch. Hiro didn't have a class after lunch. It was his free period so he had enough time to kill. So he just enjoyed and relaxed. When he was finish with his food and just sat back and closed his eyes. He savored his moments of piece when he could. Life could be so hectic sometimes that if you didn't take time to breath you could go crazy. Hiro was beginning to doze off when a loud boom caused him to stir. Hiro had enough poise to keep himself from falling off the tree but none the less the explosion startled him. He was awake now. He rubbed his eyes and then began to climb down from the tree.

What the hell had that been? So much for peace and quite huh? He followed the direction from where the sound had come from, or at least where he believed it to have come from. Could it have been a student? The older earth students were learning to be able to create earthquakes but even then Hiro didn't know them to make such a huge sound. The next best thing he could think of was a fire. So one could imagine his surprise when he came to find the source of the explosion. It hadn't been a fire, nor was it even a student. It was a staff member and off all elements a wind. This was quite amusing. He had never known a wind to do such a thing. He leaned on a tree and just watched the scene in front of him.

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