After spending a good half hour in the company of the less than talkative Tori, Fuyuki took his leave. In the end he hadn't learned much about the mystery girl and had trouble padding out her profile; hopefully she didn't have any secret admirers in need of the information he simply didn't have... He was able to meld back into the throng of students leaving the main hall and headed to class in a thoughtful state of mind. Trying to coax Tori into a conversation had really taken it out of him and Fuyuki soon found his mind wandering soon after the lesson began. A new school year should have meant a huge influx of new sources and perhaps even some people that shared his utilitarian social philosophy, but to date the few new students he had talked to hadn't brought much to the table. The boy sighed inaudibly and tried to focus his attention on what was going on around him. 

To his surprise, a girl he didn't recognise was reading aloud in English, her delicate fingers tracing along the print of a textbook. Braille presumably, which implied blindness. The girl had excellent pronunciation and was clearly not in need of this class; along with an air of poise and refinement, Fuyuki could safely assume she came from money. As far as he knew, the recital was perfect but that didn't stop the teacher from becoming annoyed with the girl, this Mizukimura. He made a mental note to update the teachers profile to reflect what appeared to be something of an inferiority complex... Fuyuki watched interestedly as Mizukimura took her leave, ostensibly to go to the rest room; he had his doubts however and soon put his hand up as well. [b]'What is it, Todoroki?',[/b] the teacher said with a defeated sigh. Clearly, dealing with the Ojou-sama like Mizukimura had taken it out of him. [i]Definitely an inferiority complex. Sensei, how low can you be...[/i] The boy tapped into his PDA, making sure to leave gaps in the dictation. [b]'Sor--ry Sensei. My P-- is running low on -ower. May I go ch--rge it?'[/b] He left without waiting for a proper answer, taking the teachers vague wave for permission, and set off after Mizukimura.

He couldn't see which way the girl had gone, but could still hear the characteristic rapping of blind person's cane. Following the sound, he eventually arrived on the rooftop, where the rhythmic tapping had been replaced with soothing tones and gentle song. Fuyuki pulled up short, finding himself uncharacteristically enthralled by the song; music did not normally do anything for him and singing felt more like a personal insult than art, but he found that he... enjoyed this particular voice. After listening a while longer, Fuyuki stepped out onto the roof in silence and, aware that she had probably heard him coming, started tapping away industriously. [b]'You are Mizukimura? I am Todoroki Fuyuki, we are in the same class.'[/b] As always, his PDA's voice seemed disjointed and fake. [b]'Please do not be alarmed by my voice. I was rather enjoying yours, to be honest.'[/b] A thoughtful smile came to his face as he took a good look at the girl; she had such a slim figure, delicate arms and legs... She would probably suit some of his clothes better than he did, he thought glumly.