It took him a few days of ruminating, but he finally realised what sort of feeling he felt when he saw and heard the living doll, with her smile that wanted them--him to trust her...

Fear.

After all these years, why would something like this, feeling like this finally come out. Maybe...there were just too many people, too many from what he was used to his whole life, all in once place...that face that wanted him to trust her, like a dangerous trap. He felt sick...he wanted to trust, but he was scared of what may happen after. Why?

[I]"Do you know which people here are Masushita and Yamauchi?"[/I]

Blinking once or twice at such a question, Junpei reminded himself that he did not in fact know anyone from the class either, save for the first few people who introduced themselves yesterday. Still, looking at the board, with the assigned groups and assignments...it was a welcome distractor from his worries. Now, she had asked him about the other girl, then about himself, so..."I am Yamauchi, and you were asking for Masushita...so you must be Amity Cole." Not a few seconds later, the other girl seemed to just pop out of the wood work. Briefly, he wondered if he should offer to shake hands with them, as he was going to be working on an assignment with them...but decided against it. It would be one less hand to shield his face from life itself, if something bad were to happen. Instead, Junpei politely inclined his head before flipping pages of the textbook, showing a page to them. "..."