Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Streets
Leiko stared at Tanaka in slight disbelief as he laughed in response to her question, a subtle insult of his own rolling off his tongue as he met her with a show of bravado and a smug grin. It was slightly jarring; after all, despite how snobby Leiko must have sounded, it had been a genuine concern upon looking at the boy. He was completely out of place from the more affluent people in Warakuma, and after mentioning he had only lived here for a week, for someone like Leiko, that was a natural assumption. However, he had taken her the wrong way, and instead made a passing remark on her vanity.
Leiko felt her lips twitch slightly at that. "Well, as they say, 'appearances are everything,' hmm?" She drawled, leaving the barbed conversation at that as she turned to carry on her way.
"I thought it'd be nice if I offered you a hand with all the stuff you're carrying, seeing as we go to the same school and all," Her senior's next words were enough to make her stop and look at him again with a perplexed frown. First he had stopped her out of nowhere, then they were throwing passive-aggressive comments at each other, and now this? He actually wanted to help her? She lingered hesitantly on the spot, noting how the bag handles were rubbing sore red welts in her palms. It would be nice to take him up on his offer, but wouldn't that mean she would have to keep up a decent conversation with him? She wasn't entirely thrilled about the idea; after all, it was already fairly noticeable that Leiko's intrinsically stuck-up attitude was rubbing him the wrong way.
Leiko sighed, weighing down the possibilities in her head, before deciding that she could at least leave things at an amicable state with her senior. "It's not so much as a bother. I was merely trying to understand what you wanted," she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. "You are new in this town, and I assumed you were lost. I would have helped you if that was the case, but you've made it abundantly clear that it's not," she said with a wry smile. "Perhaps I came across as a bit curt? Trust me, you wouldn't be the first." She frowned slightly as she looked ahead at the darkening streets. "I really don't need any help with my bags...but I wouldn't be averse to it, if you're offering."
Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range
"It's been fun."
With that final cocky remark, Akira Kirigakure turned heel and left the range.
A long sigh of relief expelled from Saya's lungs as soon as he closed the door behind him, her knees still wobbling slightly from the nerves that had taken hold during her confrontation with Kirigakure. She couldn't believe that she had just done something so reckless. Saya was the last person who got into fights and such, and there she was, mouthing off to one the most dangerous students in Warakuma High. Still, the impulse had been impossible to resist. Seeing the way that Kirigakure was talking down to Rokoru-senpai and publicly shaming him in front of his club members was enough to awaken something visceral within Saya, and she couldn't help but do something about it. Heh. Perhaps Hama-chan's confidence is rubbing off on me a little...
"Look.." Rokoru's voice suddenly brought Saya out of her stupor, her heart clenching with dread as she noted the serious tone in his voice. This was only going to get worse. She stared at the floor silently as she allowed Rokoru-senpai to lecture her on her actions, warning her that getting hurt by Kirigakure had been very much a possibility. It was a really stupid thing to do the more she thought about it, even though that Kirigakure guy had promised her that he hurting her wasn't his intention. She felt herself sink even further into despair as Rokoru reminded her that if she had gotten hurt, then he would be responsible. Of course, as the Archery Club President, it would have looked really bad if the members of his club started fighting in the very first week, but she hadn't even considered that far ahead. All she wanted to do was help him somehow, and it had almost backfired dramatically.
I'm such an inconvenience, Saya thought sullenly as Rokoru shot her a strange half-smile before making his way for the door himself, announcing that he needed to get going. Why couldn't she do anything right? "Umm..." Saya played with the fabric of her sleeve as she started making her heartfelt apology. "You're right, Senpai. I'm sorry. I wasn't...really thinking. I didn't mean to trouble you." She looked up at him then, a wafer-thin smile on her lips as she tried vainly not to show just how badly she felt about the whole situation. "I'll see you at practice next week, yeah?"
Leiko stared at Tanaka in slight disbelief as he laughed in response to her question, a subtle insult of his own rolling off his tongue as he met her with a show of bravado and a smug grin. It was slightly jarring; after all, despite how snobby Leiko must have sounded, it had been a genuine concern upon looking at the boy. He was completely out of place from the more affluent people in Warakuma, and after mentioning he had only lived here for a week, for someone like Leiko, that was a natural assumption. However, he had taken her the wrong way, and instead made a passing remark on her vanity.
Leiko felt her lips twitch slightly at that. "Well, as they say, 'appearances are everything,' hmm?" She drawled, leaving the barbed conversation at that as she turned to carry on her way.
"I thought it'd be nice if I offered you a hand with all the stuff you're carrying, seeing as we go to the same school and all," Her senior's next words were enough to make her stop and look at him again with a perplexed frown. First he had stopped her out of nowhere, then they were throwing passive-aggressive comments at each other, and now this? He actually wanted to help her? She lingered hesitantly on the spot, noting how the bag handles were rubbing sore red welts in her palms. It would be nice to take him up on his offer, but wouldn't that mean she would have to keep up a decent conversation with him? She wasn't entirely thrilled about the idea; after all, it was already fairly noticeable that Leiko's intrinsically stuck-up attitude was rubbing him the wrong way.
Leiko sighed, weighing down the possibilities in her head, before deciding that she could at least leave things at an amicable state with her senior. "It's not so much as a bother. I was merely trying to understand what you wanted," she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. "You are new in this town, and I assumed you were lost. I would have helped you if that was the case, but you've made it abundantly clear that it's not," she said with a wry smile. "Perhaps I came across as a bit curt? Trust me, you wouldn't be the first." She frowned slightly as she looked ahead at the darkening streets. "I really don't need any help with my bags...but I wouldn't be averse to it, if you're offering."
Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range
"It's been fun."
With that final cocky remark, Akira Kirigakure turned heel and left the range.
A long sigh of relief expelled from Saya's lungs as soon as he closed the door behind him, her knees still wobbling slightly from the nerves that had taken hold during her confrontation with Kirigakure. She couldn't believe that she had just done something so reckless. Saya was the last person who got into fights and such, and there she was, mouthing off to one the most dangerous students in Warakuma High. Still, the impulse had been impossible to resist. Seeing the way that Kirigakure was talking down to Rokoru-senpai and publicly shaming him in front of his club members was enough to awaken something visceral within Saya, and she couldn't help but do something about it. Heh. Perhaps Hama-chan's confidence is rubbing off on me a little...
"Look.." Rokoru's voice suddenly brought Saya out of her stupor, her heart clenching with dread as she noted the serious tone in his voice. This was only going to get worse. She stared at the floor silently as she allowed Rokoru-senpai to lecture her on her actions, warning her that getting hurt by Kirigakure had been very much a possibility. It was a really stupid thing to do the more she thought about it, even though that Kirigakure guy had promised her that he hurting her wasn't his intention. She felt herself sink even further into despair as Rokoru reminded her that if she had gotten hurt, then he would be responsible. Of course, as the Archery Club President, it would have looked really bad if the members of his club started fighting in the very first week, but she hadn't even considered that far ahead. All she wanted to do was help him somehow, and it had almost backfired dramatically.
I'm such an inconvenience, Saya thought sullenly as Rokoru shot her a strange half-smile before making his way for the door himself, announcing that he needed to get going. Why couldn't she do anything right? "Umm..." Saya played with the fabric of her sleeve as she started making her heartfelt apology. "You're right, Senpai. I'm sorry. I wasn't...really thinking. I didn't mean to trouble you." She looked up at him then, a wafer-thin smile on her lips as she tried vainly not to show just how badly she felt about the whole situation. "I'll see you at practice next week, yeah?"