Magical Girl Phantom Ascension

You want to talk to her; isn't that why you came in the first place? But the question is how to do so, given your current state. You can't whisper in her ear, given that you screamed in your brother's face last night without him noticing. You could maybe transform and speak to her, but not in public; you'd need to wait until she's on her own again.

You continue to mull this over as class begins; the math teacher lectures about something or other, and you pay about as much attention as you normally did, which is to say very little. You attempt to observe Midori, but she's taking notes intently, head down enough that her bangs hide her face. You can't read her like this, and you can't think of any way to get her attention that won't disrupt the rest of the class.

"Kazane-san, please come to the board and do sections 4 and 5." Your ponderings are interrupted as Midori stands to do so. She breezes through the problems quickly and easily, and the scratching of the chalk gives you an idea. Hesitantly, you slip over to her desk, and find her notebook lying open. You're not sure what you expected to see, but the completely normal class notes with not a single sign of the previous night's turmoil scares you somehow even more than any alternatives. Grabbing the pencil and glancing about to make sure nobody is looking your way, you scribble a brief message into the margins.

Thank you for caring.

That done, you sneak back to your own seat (You could just walk back normally since nobody can see you anyway, but it feels appropriate somehow) and watch as she finishes the last equation. She turns and bows, giving the class a shy smile, and you find yourself freezing up. Much like with her notebook, she seems frighteningly normal despite all that's happened, and you're not sure what to think anymore.

She returns to her seat as the teacher calls someone else up to the board, and you watch her every move intently. She doesn't seem to notice your message at first, looking back over her notes with a frown, ready to flip to the next page… and then she spots it, going still. She glances up and around the classroom, and you see her eyes are wide with confusion. She looks back down at the notebook for several long moments, before her gaze slowly lifts toward your desk. Victory.

After that, class progresses normally, and you're wracked with nervousness as she returns to her note-taking without any further indication she is aware of your presence. Did she not notice after all? Does she maybe think it was a prank played by another student? Or did she see and is just ignoring you?

Your worries are only put to rest once class ends; Midori is one of the first to get up to leave, and she drops a piece of paper as she passes your seat. You snatch it up before anyone can see, hiding it against the desk's underside until the room has mostly cleared, before surreptitiously unfolding it.

If you're really here, meet me at the roof gardens over lunch.

Your school is one of few that permits students on the roof, albeit only because of the double ring of fences around the edges, and it somehow turned into the territory of the Botany Club, to the point that a sink, garden shed, and a decent-sized plot of dirt were installed a few years back. You'd heard rumors that in return, the club contributed certain crops to the school lunches, but you frankly doubted they actually had the resources to do so. Either way, it's a fairly nice spot, but thankfully usually pretty empty during the upcoming lunch period. You're worried the club members may be taking their meals up there, but you suppose that's a bridge to cross once you've reached it. So it is that you slip out the door on the heels of the last student, and make your way up to the fourth floor; the roof access stairs are separate from the main staircase.

Unfortunately, you run into a roadblock on the way; the crowd clumping up ahead with no way to easily get around. You hesitantly push your way through the blockade on one side, only to come to a halt yourself as you see what's stopped them. The art club room door is ajar, and you can hear yelling from inside; a moment later, a desk and chair comes flying out the doorway, crashing into the opposite wall and leaving a dent in the plaster, before settling to a halt in the middle of the hall. A moment later, someone storms out after, stomping one foot down on the chair and glaring at the assembled crowd.

It doesn't take long to recognize her; Akashi Hotaru is the other big reason you never joined the Art Club. With a skirt that stretches down to her ankles in violation of the rules, a too-small serafuku that leaves her tight abs exposed, the spiked bracelets and choker around her neck, and her sleeves mostly torn off at the shoulders, she's an intense throwback to the classical Sukeban Delinquient, especially with her ever-present bamboo staff. Her reddish-pink hair is tied back in a long ponytail that spools down to just above the floor, and she wears a constant sneer.

When she first arrived, many thought her appearance was some sort of joke, but she quickly proved herself to be genuinely terrifying, singlehandedly thrashing the soccer team bloody when they tried to go after her; three of the boys had even missed a few weeks due to hospitalization. After that, nobody dared invoke her wrath, and even the teachers seemed hesitant to attempt to discipline her. You yourself had done your best to avoid so much as being in the same room as her, and when she'd 'joined' the Art club, (reportedly, simply walked in one day and plunked down without having done the paperwork, glaring at anyone who looked like they'd challenge her presence) that had been the nail in the coffin of your already-wilting desire to join.

"ALRIGHT!" she roars, pointing at a huge gash through the desk, which you realize suddenly was the one you accidentally vandalized last night, during your fight with the corrupted spirit. "WHICH OF YOU FUCKS BROKE MY DESK?"

Another boy walks out of the art club room, cowering but trying to speak calmly. "I'm sure it wasn't intentional; someone might have accidentally knocked something over onto it."

His attempts to placate the situation backfire, as Hotaru grabs him by the throat and pulls him close, hissing in his face. "Oh, I'm suuure it was just an accident. You've always been tryin' to git me kicked out of there, haven't you? I'm sure this was 'yer doing, Daido! Well, now you've gone TOO FAR!" She raises a fist, he whimpers, and you feel your stomach drop.

What do you do?
> Intervene. (You're terrified, but this is indirectly your fault. You may be a little late to the meeting with Midori, but maybe if you can use your ghostly invisibility to throw Hotaru off, you can stop her from killing this other kid. Plus, didn't you face so much worse than her last night…?)
> Indirectly Intervene (Pull the fire alarm; it should be a good distraction to Hotaru without making you late.)
> Ignore it. (You did nothing wrong, and you don't want to get on her bad side even now that you're dead. You have a meeting to get to, anyway, and this makes for a good distraction...)