Alerted, Kotone turned to see the ball coming--and reacted immediately, backhanding the sphere away from her and towards a teammate, before returning to her appreciation of the running girls' efforts. There, she'd contributed twice. Nobody could complain.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

It took a moment for Nadeshiko to take that all in. Actually, it took her a moment to even realise Himawari was actually there and she wasn't just fantasizing again. But when she finally realised it, when she finally noticed that a cute girl was actually touching her, she suddenly lept to attention.

Of course, it wasn't all that impressive. Not only were her eyes red from all that crying, but she was still the second shortest girl in the school. The shortest, of course, being...

"H-h-himawari... Ch-chan..." She murmured. At least she wasn't shaking anymore, and her tears were starting to dry up a bit. "I... I'm r-really s-s-sorry, I j-just... I d-didn't m-mean to... J-j-just whenever... Whenever I s-see a cute g-girl, I... I c-c-can't help it..." The tiny pervert sniffed, and tried to brush her hair out of her eye. Naturally, it just ended up falling back over her eye, as usual. Maybe she should invest in hairclips... "I j-just th-thought that s-s-since... Since y-you and I h-had the s-same, um... Interests, um, uh, y-you'd understand... S-s-sorry... P-please don't h-hate m-m-me..."

Himawari quickly drew her hand back when Nadeshiko lept to attention, rising from her position kneeling on the ground as well. She... she was still shorter then Nadeshiko, but... but this wasn't the time to go complaining about that or anything. No... there was other things to focus on right now. But... it was only because it was her fault and she had to make sure things were okay because of that!

Himawari tried to force herself not to speak up when the black-haired girl explained things. She... she couldn't help it, she really did feel bad for upsetting her so much... and so she was going to explain things and that would surely work out just fine.

"... W-well..." Himawari hesitated, "Y-y-you should try and... and focus more! But... I shouldn't h-have yelled at you, I just... I wanted you to apologize, I didn't want you to cry or get upset or anything like that... I don't like seeing people upset! I don't want to see you upset! It's... it's stupid! I tell people not to do stupid things so they don't get upset so if they get upset because I yell at them I... I... it's really really bad! So... s-so... I'm s-sorry!"

The brown-haired girl paused for a moment, then...

"D-don't t-take th-this the wrong way, though... a-and... don''t... d-don't bring up the whole thing with the doujinshi..."

Rika was lost as soon as everyone started using way too much English. She had bitten off more then she could chew, as it quickly became apparent. She only caught a couple words out of it here and there, and as for herself she had already used up most of the words she could think of the top of her head that could fit in this situation. Her grades were passable, but there was a difference between conversational English and just managing to squeak out passing grades on tests. She was reduced to nodding her head and saying "uh-huh" at the end of their sentences. As they switched back to Japanese she realized that they were discussing going back to the volleyball game. Ah! She almost forgot about that due to all of the delays. She nodded her head in agreement, this time knowing what she was agreeing to for once.

"Yeah. Let's do this!" She said excitedly, taking her position near the middle so that she could do some sets and bumps and whatever. She didn't know for sure all the technical stuff, but she'd watched enough beach volleyball to get the idea of how the game was played. Well, she was watching the players more so then the sport they were doing, but naturally she caught on at least the basic idea of the sport as well. She knew she couldn't handle doing the spiking so would leave that to someone else.

"Eh-...are you all right?!" She shouted as Tohru got slammed in the face as the ball whizzed over her right shoulder. The "attack" had come in far quicker then she could properly react, and in all honesty she had let her guard down when the first two serves had failed. She kneeled down to see if she was okay, but she seemed fired up and was focused intently on the other team. Well, she supposed that she'd be fine. She needed to concentrate on hitting the ball so that wouldn't happen again. She got into position, focusing intently on the ball and the other girls so she wouldn't mess up...although she began to start focusing too much on the other girls in areas not necessary to the game.

"Snap out of it Rika!" She mentally shouted at herself. "Focus on the ball. Don't let it pass you!" She waited for the ball to be put in motion again.

Of course Reiko hadn't intended on hitting someone else, In her defense, the girl she hit seemed to take it well, or about as well as one could take being hit with a decent sized ball travelling at slightly above average speeds. But, at least the game was underway, if indeed it could be called a game. A comedy of errors would be one way to describe it, but Reiko wasn't about to compare a game no one really seemed to care much about to classical Shakespearean comedies. Though she did briefly wonder if she could pass for one of the Antipholus brothers or if she'd be relegated to playing Adriana or Luciana, should she ever be cast in a performance.

WHAM

Reiko felt a sharp pain and then the cool embrace of the field. What cruel irony to be undone by the same maneuver that she had done to a fellow player, though this one - unbeknownst to her - was the fault of her own team captain. It was doubtful that Kotone cared or had even noticed, though Reiko remained on the grass for a longer period of time than the first girl to get hit had. That she could see that she was on the ground, as evidenced by her vision being a bunch of socks, shoes, and legs, she knew she wasn't unconscious, unless her mind simply showed her slightly out of focus images of legs in her unconscious state. Which wouldn't be so bad, Reiko was a leg aficionado, though that was kept incredibly close to heart.

Regardless of her state of being, the piercing whistle entered the scene again and with it the cranky tones of Himeji-sensei. "Pack it up, ladies, go get changed. Next time we're coming up with an actual lesson plan. Ishida, get off the ground, you'll get your shorts dirty and then you might have to actually follow dress codes." Himeji blew her whistle and stomped off, muttering under her breath how unprepared she was as she stomped off towards the track, whereupon Toshiya-sensei could be seen actually raising her voice towards Himeji, inaudible from the volleyball nets, but it was abundantly clear that Toshiya-sensei held the power between those teachers.

With a rather anti-climactic end, gym came to a close for the day; Himeji-sensei had decided to simply call the class when it was made known that the most any group actually did was toss the ball around while engaging in conversations or otherwise shirking the physical side of physical education. Whatever the case, lunch was next and, given the fact that it was following gym, lunch was a bit longer than the morning classes to account for students changing and purchasing or otherwise acquiring their meals.

With a final blow of the whistle, gym was over for the day. Students began showing more effort, running towards the changing rooms or towards the school building, and who could blame them, really. Lunch was the first time all day where they could interact with friends in other classrooms, could idle around outside in the quad, enjoy a freshly prepared meal from the chefs, and generally forget the fact that following lunch came the more boring lessons to finish the day.

The next time the bell rang it would be to signal the five minutes before class resumed, but until then the day was the students'. The cafeteria today was offering a Back to School Special. Students could choose their selection and enjoy a little sweet treat on the side - that was the special. The other special was a curry dish, but the school offered the standard items, right down to rice and red bean breads.

Except for one Reiko Ishida who seemed quite content to simply rest on the ground. The pain had subsided, but only the physical. And besides, the blurriness was going away, and the view was much better down here than it would have been if she had opted to stand. Bloomers really weren't a bad thing at all...on others, anyway.

And that was the end of the game and thank the freakin' heavens the end of PE, though it ended quite unexpectedly for some possibly suffering from aneurisms and blunt force trauma now, but strangely enough, Tohru had to agree it wasnt all that bad. She did sorta feel bad for that red-shorts chick enduring the same mishap as her, plus it looks like she took it harder on the head than what knocked Tohru senseless. Still, the girl's head was pounding where the ball made impact with her skull. "Gonna be feelin' this sh*t all day...." The rocker groaned shaking her head with a deep sigh, one part relieved class was finally over and the other part begrudging the dull and annoying pain pulsating about her head. Himeji-sensei's shrill whistle blowing didn't help much matters either, Tohru already itching to grab the silver piece of junk and cram it down the crotchety woman's throat, but upon further scrutinizing of the quirky faculty, it surprised Tohru her assumptions about Himeji and Toshiya's...acquaintance was quite the opposite.

Damn! Certainly fooled me! She mused slightly perplexed and mildly astonished. The other girl who got pegged didn't look like she favored getting up that much, but Tohru couldn't blame her. Still, it'd be kind of a b*tch move to leave her lying there in the dirt, so Tohru decided to stroll over to wear "Red-Shorts" was flat out at and give her a hand. "Heheh damn....definitely laid you the f*ck out, didn't they?" She snickered offering her hand to the boyish looking girl. "I'd say next time they pick something that ain't gonna end up decapitating us, or better yet let me sleep like I wanted to. You okay?" The girl seemed alright, no major damage whatsoever, just a few scuffs on the cheek from where she faceplanted into the ground. "Well at least your brains ain't leaking outta your head. I gotta bail now. Take care,alright?" Giving "Red-Shorts" a pat on the back, Tohru followed the others back to the field house, where she slipped out of that damn uniform..but back into another one, at least more comfortable and less demeaning than those f*ckin' bloomers.

Finally, it was lunchtime, and Tohru was eating....nothing. And thank you Tokyo Police for not giving me any money. This sucked! She was starving to death, and today they were serving curry, her favorite, among other hot and fiery delicacies. If the damn judge and the damn police were going to insist on Tohru finishing school, couldn't they have at least paid for her meals or given her some sort of check? Nah, she was trash, a spit in the eye of model citizenship. Who would want to give a punk like her special privileges? "F*ck it..." At least she had some sort of sustenance...her cigarettes, so it was no surprise after getting dressed, she went back to her favorite place on the school grounds and laid under the same tree as before, as always another lit cigarette clenched between her lips. Maybe Mira-chan would know where she is and join her in a few, or.......nah! She wouldn't be sitting next to Haruka....would she? Pft! Well, at least I get the dorms with her, so we'll have all night to chat and whatever. Tohru shrugged, exhaling a white mist towards the calming wind. I'm still f*cking hungry though..... as evident by her stomach growling. Ugh.....

The whistle sounded and Regan was left disappointed. She hadn't actually been given a chance to hit the ball at all. She wanted to show off at least a little... Oh well. She sighs softly and takes the ribbon from her hair, letting the long, brown locks flow freely again as she heads over to the other side of the net. "Hey, Kinamoto-san." She speaks in her careful Standard again, having seen Tohru mocking her for her accent before. "Let's go get lunch together." She smiles and motions for the girl to find her. She considered returning Shinobu's bra, but... she'd said she could keep it, and she supposed the other girl didn't really need it, having had her chest wrapped. Though, if she didn't return it now, when could she? Maybe after everyone's settled into their rooms.

The voice of Toshiya-sensei caught her attention, and she turned to look. The sterner of the two was being scolded, perhaps? That was interesting, but not really her business. It intrigued her, but... she supposed it made sense. Toshiya-sensei had been put in charge of the more serious physical activity, so she could see her holding the power in the relationship.

Relationship? C'mon, Regan.

She shook her head and smiled to the Texan she had addressed. "C'mon. I gotta go get changed, first. You can just meet me in 2-C, if you'd rather. Or wherever you'd like to eat." Regan would head to the locker room, grabbing her sword bag on the way. Once within, she would proceed to get changed, not caring much for modesty. They're all women, and if someone wanted to watch, well... she'd probably do the same.

Once she was changed, she'd go to find Kinamoto and head to lunch.

All that stretching she did just to stand around during P.E. as the volleyall flew around her, not even getting the opportunity to hit it once. That was probably a good thing since she wasn't really paying attention to the game anyway, too busy day dreaming to even notice Red Shorts get smacked by the ball right in front of her. In fact, she didn't really notice much until Himeji blew the whistle at Reiko, snapping her right out of her daze. She looked at Red Shorts laying on the ground, and saw Tohru walking over to help her up. Mira smiled to herself before hurrying off to the locker room to get dressed, excited to finally get some food.

The smell of curry spices filled the air, making her already empty stomach give off a little rumble. She was standing in line alone, still scanning the area to see if maybe Tohru would show up, but she never did. Hmmm. She must not be feeling well... Recalling how hard the ball hit her room mate when the volleyball game started.

At the front of the line where all the food was, Mira grabbed a tray of curry and several dessert items and juices. When it came to buying more than one of something students were usually expected to pay extra, but money was never an issue for her... Even if her parents didn't want to pay for it, she could do it all by herself thanks to her concerts, which made getting the things she wanted much easier for her. She was certainly rich for her age.

Emerging from the line, she looked around for her room mate again, slightly bummed that she was no where to be seen. Just behind her she heard a few third years saying they saw a girl smoking under the cherry blossoms trees, and that they thought she was "cool" because of her unique uniform. Her face instantly lit up when they said the uniform part, and she rushed outside to where she hung out with Tohru for the first time.

With each step she took towards the cherry blossoms tree the scent of cigarettes became stronger until it completely overpowered the cherry blossoms. "Ru-chan," She stood beside her friend, peering down at her with wide eyes. "I didn't know you smoked." She took a seat beside her, coughing lightly as she inhaled the smelly cigarette fumes. "You know, if you're not feeling well you should really eat something..." Mira casually placed her curry tray in her friends lap and a green tea. She had reserved the various cakes and juices for herself since she wasn't really a fan of spicy food... and she just really liked dessert.

"I waited for you at lunch time and didn't see you... I hope you don't mind that I came looking for you. I was getting worried." She sighed, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she opened a chocolate cake.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

"I, um, uh... R-r-right, um, uh..."

Nadeshiko couldn't help but feel relieved. Himawari didn't hate her; far from it, she'd been worried about her. And if she knew anything, that meant she'd already triggered a relationship flag with her. Maybe it was because they both enjoyed her doujinshi? Whatever the case... Himawari was so cute when she was worried. And Nadeshiko couldn't help it... After drying her eyes once more, the tiny pervert sprung forward and wrapped her arms around Himawari, hugging her tightly.

...It took all of her willpower to stop herself from groping Himawari's bottom whilst doing so.

"Um... Eheh, um, uh... S-s-so, um..." Letting go of the swimmer rather reluctantly, the still red-eyed Nadeshiko tried to smile. At least she did a better job of it than when she was forced into being class representative. "S-so, um, wh-what are y-y-you, um, you d-d-doing for... F-for l-lunch, eheh?"

Himawari folded her arms. Good, she... she thought that things were going better at least... but it was so embarrassing just yelling her apology like that! At least... at least things were working out now. Now she could-

And then Nadeshiko hugged her.

Himawari stood rather frozen, eyes widening and cheeks flushing deeper and deeper red as she realized that fact. Her arms were rigid at her sides as she stood there with the other girl wrapping her arms around her. Why was she being hugged?! She hadn't done anything that warranted being hugged, did she? She had apologized and felt bad and all but she didn't think that she was going to lead to... Himawari had no idea why she was being hugged at all! All she could really do at this point is stand there, flushed, as Nadeshiko held onto her.

Finally, the other girl let go.

"I-I-I... l-lunch?" asked Himawari. Well... well Nadeshiko was close to smiling at least so that was good, and this was a new subject that wasn't embarrassing so that was good... "J-j-just... going to eat in the classroom...?"

Haru watched, pretty much just standing straight as the ball was knocked into that boyish lass right in the head as well. Knocking the poor girl flat on her black, and the country girl was about to go help but it seemed Tohru had it handled. "Aye, ya take it easy now ya hear? Don't want ya to ta cause more damage then there already is!" she said to the smaller girl with a soft friendly grin before curiously watching as everyone dispersed before Regan spoke to her.

Smiling cheerfully at being offered to eat lunch with someone, the American happily nodded. "Shure thang, Ma'am! Meetcha there at 2-C. Gotta change mahself." the dirty blonde spoke, briefly glancing to the teachers before following her to the lockers to change.

Now Haru certainly wasn't modest, nor did she have wandering eyes. Wasn't polite to go staring at half naked women. Though the American didn't seem much wrong with it since they all pretty much all the parts so it didn't really matter. But some girls were conscious of their body and Haru didn't want to step on any toes. Not like she wanted to go staring at naked women.

Quick to change back to uniform, the tall blonde irritatedly brushed down the skirt, though didn't bother trying to fix her tie in which was in two strands dangling over her shoulders. The American went to the cafeteria to buy some food which today was curry rice. Usually, Haru wouldn't be able to pay for such a thing but the school foreign program provided her with small meals so it was fine.

Taking her food to 2-C, cheerfully greeting anyone she passed with a 'Howdy' and a tip of her hat. She earned a few stares, and a few giggling whispers. She knew she was a oddball, but she didn't mind if they made fun of her. It was to be expected after. Patiently she sat down in 2-C, awaiting Regan as she mildly ate small bites of her food.

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"Ru-chan," She stood beside her friend, peering down at her with wide eyes. "I didn't know you smoked." She took a seat beside her, coughing lightly as she inhaled the smelly cigarette fumes. "You know, if you're not feeling well you should really eat something..." Mira casually placed her curry tray in her friends lap and a green tea. She had reserved the various cakes and juices for herself since she wasn't really a fan of spicy food... and she just really liked dessert. "I waited for you at lunch time and didn't see you... I hope you don't mind that I came looking for you. I was getting worried." She sighed, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she opened a chocolate cake.

"Huh?" The enchanting voice had caught her by surprise and she nearly choked on the smoke she inhaled into her lungs. Oh sh*t!! "Oh uh..hey Mira-chan." Tohru smiled a tad awkward, a hand shooting up to grab the cigarette from her mouth and snuff it out on the ground. "Yeah it's....it's a bad habit." Not that Tohru had bothered to quit it though. She leaned with her back against the wood of the sakura, such a natural position for her, as Mira sat beside her. She noticed the little cough the girl gave, not really offended much by it. She had to agree the brand she smoked was a little too strong for some, and it all but snuffed out the lovely scent of cherry blossoms. At least the wind was working its magic to rid the air of that noxious scent, and soon that sweet smell was wafting through Tohru's nostrils again. Of course she would've eaten something, had it not been for- but wait. What was this? Mira....brought her something?

"......" She didn't know what to say as she peered down at the plate of curry her friend placed before her, and a green tea? It was like she knew Tohru inside and out. "I....." Her eyes trailed up from the tray and met with Mira's, admiring that wonderful pinkish-red hue and how the sun seemed to dance upon the surface. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that, Mira-chan. Really." Someone generally cared for her for once. Someone actually knew she existed and treated her....like a person. Such a warmth her heart felt, only growing warmer as she noticed the familiar, and all too cute, spectacle of Mira's blushing cheeks, slowly becoming as pink as the sakura petals that fell around them in another peaceful and picturesque moment. "You're very sweet, Mira-chan." Taking a few bites of the red hot dish, she immediately felt the heat in her body, such a pleasure spicy foods gave her, the tingling sensation in her lips ever more joyful. It was strange how someone could enjoy spicy foods as much as Tohru, but for Tohru it was more the feeling she enjoyed than the taste.

While she ate, she listened to her friend speak, saying something of how she was worried about Tohru and that she came looking for her. She paused for a moment to take a drink of tea, flavored with a bit of citrus as Tohru liked it, before replying with a bit of a giggle, her own cheeks reddening, "Nah I'm alright. I was about to grab something to eat, but....well I'm flat broke, so I ended up here for another cig." She figured Mira might've already been sitting by Haruka or something instead of coming to look for her. It just...showed something to Tohru. What that was...well...it did show that Mira was indeed a dedicated friend and of course...a very caring young girl. "Really I would've just ended up here anyways. I like this place. It's quiet and well.....the view is pretty here." Her eyes...they just seemed to stay on Mira, admiring her every feature. Tohru might've been staring too long though, so she set her eyes away from the girl quickly, cheeks now insanely red, and towards the horizon, the watercolor painting of several pink petals fluttering about a perfectly clear sky. "You know something, Mira-chan...." A frail whisper escaped the teen's lips as she set the tray aside and curled her knees towards her body. "I'm glad I met someone like you....."

Kotone changed with all the efficiency of someone that very much doesn't want to be seen unclothed any longer than they can help it and, not really liking the bindings' increasingly oppressive constriction, undid the handiwork of the class's other source of huge tracts of land. She even neatly placed the fabric back on her desk, rather than just throwing it away. She was, however, beginning to regret not picking up her bra again.

She'd just have to live with it.

After taking time to put her earrings in--platinum, diamond, and a few other minor gems as a gift for making it through the past year without needing parental intervention at any point other than making sure she wasn't thrown out for the tattoos straight away--and checking her bag for anything missing, the tall girl started off for the school exit. Like a few other students, she preferred to get one of the trains into town, buy lunch there, and then come back rather than eat cafeteria food. It wasn't as if it was bad, of course, but she preferred the choice available.

The way out, by avoiding any new students that had caught wind of the rumours during P.E. and wanted to come investigation, took her past Tohru--and caught the tail end of the conversation. Broke... but mostly acting like a lovesick puppy around someone that she hadn't known for even an entire day. That was far too quick to trust anyone; but given how quickly she'd developed an almost unnatural hatred of the Yakuza, Kotone couldn't say she was really surprised.

But... no money at all? Given her age, that almost certainly wasn't the girl's fault, And, despite her affiliations, Kotone wasn't inclined to suppress any urges for charity--just not get caught. So, she went for something simple: produce ten notes, tie them with a hair band, and drop behind Tohru and the other girl as she went past. If they noticed, she'd just deny it was hers. If they didn't, it was close enough that it should easily be visible and stay put--so long as the weather held. Leaving ¥100,000 behind, Kotone continued onwards towards the gate.

Regan finished her changing, glancing at Haru a few times. Cute girl, strong body from the rigors of... whatever she'd been doing in America. Maybe she should invite her to join the Kendo club? It was an idea, and maybe the girl would enjoy it.

She wouldn't abide being called by her first name during club activities, though. She's the captain, and should be addressed as such.

Well, whatever the case, the young martial artist finished changing and stopped by the school cafeteria to pick up a meal. She preferred eating in the classroom, it's what she'd done through primary and middle school. It felt weird not to. So, with a tray of food from the school, she enters the classroom and picks the desk in front of Haru. She turns the desk around and pushes that desk and Haru's together, so they can eat and face each other.

"Kinamoto-san. If I may, what'd you do before you came to Japan? I mean, you were probably a student, right? But anything besides that? Hobbies, that sorta thing." She's speaking relaxed again. Kinamoto had complimented her on her dialect and accent before... so... she shouldn't be so careful when speaking to her, right? Right.

By the time Junko finally realized the game had indeed picked up the pace again, there was a blunt noise of the ball hitting someone. Junko looked around to see Reiko laying on the grass and the game came to an abrupt halt. Her mouth jarred open and didn't know what to do...but thankfully most students seemed concerned and one helped Reiko back up on her feet. She seemed to be doing alright. Where did the ball come from, anyway? Either way, she wasn't paying attention. Himeji blew her whistle and gym class finally came to a close. She let out a sigh and hoped the next gym lessons would be more rewarding.

Junko got herself changed and skipped to lunch. After lunch they had the day to themselves, so Junko planned to stop by the basketball court and shoot some hoops. But for now, eating was her first priority.

Apparently it was a back to school special today, so Junko tried to fit as much as she could on her plate without the lunch lady yelling at her. She sneaked an extra red bean bun, then ran off to to her classroom and eat at her desk.

The dirty blonde neatly nibbled on meat bun, leaning against her seat with her heels on the desk and hands behind her head. Though her blue eyes flicked up when Regan walked in and she set her legs off the table so they could be face to face. A smile crossed her lips as she watched the other girl turn the desk so they could eat facing one another.

"Howdy, Ma'am." Haru greeted mouth full of meat bun before she took it out of her mouth and chewed slowly.

At the polite name, Haru just rolled her eyes and waved her hand. "Mah Pa was Kinamoto-San. Y'all can call me Haru." she said before raising a brow at the questions, not minding the accent at all. Shoot she had one, and she never bothered hiding it or nothing. Still she had to ponder this only briefly, honestly not having too much free time for hobbies back on the farm.

"Ah'm a farmer back in Texas. Tend the cattle and crops. Shure ah went ta school, but ah got up early for the farm before ah went, then tended it after school. S'ppose on mah free time, ah enjoyed competing in the rodeo, did some track at school, and hiking was mighty relaxing. Oh and hunting, but that's only when money is poor. Don't care for it... Though fishing can be fun too, catch a lot of this for mah kin." Haru spoke as she took slow thoughtful bites of her food as she thought about it.

"How about you? Any hobbies you partake?" the tall girl asked! her blue eyes watching with clear interest.

Broke...? A word she never had to say herself, or ever really heard anyone else say. How was Tohru broke? Why didn't her parents send her any money? The school had so many wealthy students that it never crossed her mind that maybe everyone wasn't as well off. She was slightly naive to the fact that she had been living a highly privileged life, even for a private school student. This just wouldn't do. She would pay for every single one of Tohru's lunches if it came down to it - No way was her friend going to starve.

She couldn't worry too much though, the way Tohru looked at her made her feel happy, and also grateful that she could help. "Ru-chan..." Her pink cheeks deepening when she saw her friend blushing. She reached for one of her sour juice drinks and popped the can open, purposely not looking at Tohru since her face was on fire. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kotone behind them in passing. Not wanting to be nosy she turned her attention back to her juice and took a long drip without stopping to breathe. Did she just...?

Maybe Shinobu-san isn't as bad as they say... Mira couldn't imagine she did even a quarter of the things they blamed her for, except maybe the rumors she heard about Kotone doing that. A lot of the third years supposedly did, including Haruka. She literally had to stop herself from hurling her drink up after imagining Haruka with someone else. Could her face get any redder?

"So, ehehe... How was the curry?" The pink-haired girl asked cheerfully.

She finished one last bite of the spicy yet delectable curry, her compliments to the chef, before she noticed Yakuza-Queen ambling behind her and Mira, not exactly making eye contact with the girl, but definitely acknowledging her presence nearby. She had to have been completely pissed off with Tohru to not even say one word to her, especially after the little fiasco during gym, which in part was Tohru's fault for opening her mouth...as always, and Tohru still holding a grudge towards anyone affiliated with bastard Yakuza thugs, the same bastards responsible for turning the streets Tohru once tread upon into a nightmare wrought with gang wars, drug addicts, prostitutes, and pedophiles, just lining the alleyway with rotting corpses and discarded heroin needles. And the police, psh! What police? Half the damn cops were on the payroll of even the most notorious of Yakuza bosses. That's how the game went anyways where Tohru lived.....

Maybe she was being to harsh in her judgment though. The tall chick didn't look like one to slice off someone's fingers for not paying protection or sling drugs in the back alleys and the street corners, a little too high-maintenance for that kinda dirty work. But in all sense, the Yakuza girl did mention to Tohru during their heated encounter that she had never broken the law once in her life, and if she did, Tohru honestly.....well she would be a hypocrite for calling the girl out on such. She too has had her share of run-ins with the law, some just narrow escapes, except for that one last ditch effort when a cop buried his elbow into her face and down she went hard busting her chin against concrete. Even so, she's still..... But what was this? Tohru heard sort of a ruffle in the grass behind her pulling her off her train of thought, as though something were....dropped out of her line of sight. What was it, she was soon to discover, but Mira's voice caught her off guard.

"Huh? Oh ehehe...! I loved it! Thanks!" She replied with a grin of sincerity as she quickly turned around. "I'll have to do the same for you next time. I at least owe you something." She wasn't one to take advantage of such offers. It just wasn't right. If she had to, Tohru could find a way to make money outside of school. Either playing her guitar in a park somewhere for small change or maybe volunteering at a restaurant, given if her criminal record wouldn't be brought up. Maybe the school had some kind of work-lunch program where she could wash dishes in the kitchen or whatever for free food? But when Tohru sat up to stretch and let out a deep yawn....she saw it. "What the-?" ¥100,000 right before her very eyes, wrapped in a hair tie which no less belonged to the passerby, the Yakuza Queen. Tohru held the small bundle of bills in her hand, glancing at it, then to the girl walking away from her. "I'll be right back, Mira-chan." She stood to her feet, dusting off her bottom before running to the tall girl, calling out to her. "Hey you! Yakuza Queen!" It didn't take long for the girl to make her way across the campus grounds, and soon she was face to face with the young woman, grabbing her hand and placing the yen back in it. "You dropped this."

It wasn't like Tohru didn't get it. The girl was being charitable, but Tohru wasn't going to accept anything she didn't earn. Likewise, she gave Shinobu a look that silently said Thank you, and I'm sorry about earlier before she turned away from the Yakuza girl and slowly made her way back to the garden and to Mira-chan.

Again, the girl insisted on a given name basis. She'd have to confront that more directly in a minute, perhaps. For now, though, she had a question to answer. "Me?" Regan smiles softly. "I'm ze Captain of ze Kendo Club, and I maintain training in my family's school of martial arts daily. Other than zat... I read manga and enjoy spending my time in the city. I've been on a few hikes, though zey vere mostly for the purpose of training." A lot of time has been dedicated to her training. After all, she has to be ready to receive a challenger at any time, and there was no way of knowing how strong that challenger could be, or how serious they were about their challenge. She sighs softly. It was rather stressful, honestly.

She shakes her head, trying to push the thought aside. As she thinks on it, her mother must have sent her here because she worried for her daughter's social life. All that training isolated her. She couldn't let her mother send her away for nothing, knowing how much it must worry her to have Regan so far away, vulnerable. But didn't that mean she also had to train harder? Nnng...

Anyway! "You'll have to forgive me. I don't feel comfortable enough vith you to address you by your given name, and I vould prefer if you addressed me by my family name as well, Kinamoto..." She shouldn't just completely ignore the girl's wish for a little more familiarity. "...-chan. As long as we're at it, I'm sure the others feel ze same. You're American, so I suppose it can't be helped if I have to say it plainly. I vas hoping you'd be able to pick up on it, but... Given names have a certain degree of familiarity that not everyone vill be comfortable with immediately. To address somebody by zeir given name is something earned. You're very close vith someone you address in that way, almost like family. I... hope I didn't offend you by saying it so plainly..."

She takes a few bites of her curry to fill her mouth and give her an excuse for not saying anything more.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri (I do honestly wonder why I bother with headers when I'm only using one character in this. Force of habit, maybe?)

Nadeshiko smiled and nodded at Himawari, before rushing off to get changed back into her uniform. And the moment the swimmer had began eating her lunch, she would find a perverted artist with long, messy black hair who was almost as short as her had decided to sit uncomfortably close to her.

"H-hey, H-himawari-ch-chan, eheh..." Nadeshiko's mouth quivered as she tried to smile, but it was rather difficult due to how nervous she was. Himawari was rather pretty, after all, and she'd just decided to sit beside her like that. But it was okay, right? After what happened whilst they were supposed to be at PE, they were friends now, right? They had a wonderful friendship that would soon blossom into... Hopefully Nadeshiko losing her virginity sometime soon. Yes, that would be lovely...

For such a small girl, Nadeshiko seemed to have a rather monsterous appetite. Either that or she was just so nervous about wanting to sit next to Himawari that she'd grabbed more food than she really needed. And since she had grown even more nervous, she munched down ravenously into her curry bread. It was... Okay, she guessed. A little spicy, but not too much. She'd had better, really. Soon, it was gone, leaving her with the difficult decision of whether to move onto her curry rice, tonkatsu curry, curry soup, curry... Maybe she just liked curry?

"S-s-so, um, so..." she mumbled, trying to decide which curried item to sample next. "I'm, uh, I'm w-working on s-s-something new, um... If you, um... Y-you want to c-c-come s-see after c-classes, H-h-himawari-chan..."