The Gym; Friday Night.

[bound2blade]

Setsuna had felt off all day long, almost certainly a result of how upset last night's radio broadcast had made her. She'd handwavily tried everything to get it out of her head, but so few things were working. She needed a good training session, although she was still sore from all the she'd been doing lately. And just any old swinging of a practise sword wouldn't do. So she went to the gym, unfolded her wings, and flew around the empty gym in a flurry with her practise sword, losing herself in battling an invisible foe, letting the world blur around her, from the swiftness of her sweeping and the tears that were welling up in her eyes any time she thought about it.

It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. She'd never even kissed a girl!

[[ open for all your gymly needs; watch out for flying, swooping half-demons with practise swords and sexual denial ]]