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What are you doing in here?

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[Visually, Haruka's secret is very much safe. While she's clearly still collecting her breath, it's not so unusual to catch a student in the midst of running through the halls. Nor is it so strange to see one that looks to have recently been in a small skirmish - her ruffled hair and scratching of blood down her check.

But what caught the pinpoint of Hannibal's attention at first was the smell. He had gathered up the rest of his students' papers to correct at home, briefcase in his hand as he made to leave the school for the day - and been stopped by an invisible wall at the end of the science hallway. Copper and iron and the ammonia-tang of processed adrenaline. More blood than was acceptable during schoolyard tussles, surely, and this was all fresh - still flowing, still actively bleeding. If there was any that had dried, it was overpowered by the rest.

Now just what is the young track star doing here? Hannibal knows Haruka only tangentially, in that she attends the school he is teaching at in France. His career as a psychiatrist affords him more than enough money - but he gives back to the community, of course, and for the past two years has donated his time to a well-to-do private high school. They have several college-hybrid courses; he assists in a medical one.

Haruka, then. She's sporty but reserved; a terribly focused mind that isn't always focused on schoolwork exclusively, but which has never caused disruption. He has heard and observed very little about her.

Which makes this all the more intriguing. He watches her, dark leather briefcase in one hand, dark leather-and-stainless-steel container for lunch in the other. His expression is measured, attentive and concerned without seeming overwhelmed with caution.]

See that you're not injured before the season is fully underway. I understand you are the best chance the girls' track has of winning this year. [In French, his accent is a little less heavy than in English, but it still hangs from every word. Students rapidly learn that the accent is no indication of how expansive his actual understanding is; laziness in papers is absolutely not tolerated.]

Shall I walk you to the exit? I am on my way out.