Again, she spoke in her careful Standard. "Please, I insist. It's no trouble, I assure you, Suehiro-san." She giggles and adds, as a quiet aside, "besides, it was a little more embarrassing for you, right?" She winks, vaguely flirtatiously. She'd picked up on the slight blush, but... well, that could be from anything, honestly. She did just face plant into her chest. Most people would be blushing, it was natural. Wait a minute. "... Suehiro Rika-san, right?" The name was familiar, somehow. Where had she heard it...? Well, she'd figure it out eventually.

Of course, she could feel the stares of her fan club. Hehe, that only made things more interesting, honestly. She looked over her shoulder, giving her best intimidating gaze. It would be good practice, as it was best to stare potential challengers down, instead of face them. No one had to get hurt, that way.

Into the cafeteria they went, Regan opening doors and walking at Rika's side. As they get into line, she gasps as she realizes something. "Ah, that's where I've heard you! You're a pop idol, aren't you? It must be stressful being so popular... I'm not sure if I could handle that kind of popularity. I get stressed enough just thinking about receiving a challenger..." She sighs softly as she purchases her lunch, turning to Suehiro. "Are you sure you won't let me buy lunch for you, Suehiro-san?"

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"I don't think tact is in the b*tch's dictionary really. She was about a sentence away from me shoving my fist down her throat." She took another drag, and another wisp of irritance met with Haruka's face. "So....she's like what? Your second or your third? Or maybe your first? I dunno. I don't really keep up with that kinda stuff." A bit of a snide remark, with only a more snarky attitude to boot, just casually smoking in front of who Tohru considered one of the most strict and straight-laced students at Lilium, however....she didn't seem so straight-lace at all after that encounter.

Haruka frowned at Tohru's language about Kira but her ex-lover didnt need her defending her honour or anything so she let it pass and instead sighed at the rest of it. Really the slut shaming at this school was so inherent in the culture that Haruka had had to defend herself from vicious attacks multiple times. It was sad really, she felt more sorry for others who weren't as strong or calm in themselves, girls had killed themselves before now.

"She's just a brash character, but a good friend. You'd like her once you got to know her. And if what you mean by 'first or second or third' is girlfriend then she's my second technically, though my first was a more confused affair- and could you be more considerate with your smoking habits Honada-san? I'm used to it but Mira-chan might not be."

She glared at the cigarrette, not particularly having a problem with smoking students (if they wanted to kill themselves then let them) just when they did it around others. Suddenly she heard the commotion behind her and her eyes narrowed angrily. It was good that Tohru and Mira went to take care of the victim because Haruka only had eyes for the perpetrators, striding over to them and grabbing them before they could leave. "You think thats funny? Huh? Second year Miyamoto-kouhai?" She said the words with the clear meaning that she was the elder and she was definately someone they should not ignore. The group went pale and Miyamoto flinched at Haruka's tough grip before she let go. "You better go and apologise to that girl, dont you dare disagree. I bet you even know what you said was wrong, you just thought the foreigner was a good target? I suggest you rethink your position." She gestured angrily to the american girl and the group of bullies cowered before stumbling over to her and bowing in a trembling manner, muttering hasty sorrys before running very far away.

Haruka came over, her brow pinched and annoyed as she watched them go before turning to the new girl. "Miss... Haru-san? Are you alright? I can get you some more clothes if you need them. Feel free to come to me if you have anymore problems like this, I'm quite adept at solving them." She smiled in a surprisingly gentle manner, noticing Mira offering her handkerchief and Tohru offering her friendship and company and finding their kind actions warmed her heart. Tohru might have taken a sudden dislike to her but she seemed to have a good heart for everyone else, so she gave them both a very affectionate smile.

Damn! Haruka already beat her to the punch, figuratively of course as Tohru would've gone more literal in her assault on the bullies, but the anger and the tense, furious aura that was pouring out from the third year, Tohru had to admit, even she was intimidated, though slightly by the rage-filled utterances of Haruka and how she mercilessly dealt with that rich b*tch Miyamoto and her cronies, not even once resorting to violence and still it made the teen, who had seen about as much on the streets, gulp in a harsh bubble of air, the minute hairs on the back of her neck bristling upward. The third year students were always the more authoritative figures of the school, and it was made damn certain by this spectacle. Still, Tohru was a bit disheartened she didn't get to knock around some heads or make a snot nosed, arrogant brat like them wet themselves when she whisked out her knife. Another time then. Soldier-girl here's probably just showing off in front of Mira-chan anyways. I coulda handled it. Just not in the same sense as Haruka.

"Feh! Miyamoto and her b*tch brigade are always like that." Tohru quipped in reply to Haru, the Gaijin, eventhough their musical tastes didn't add up by far, she was alright with Tohru. Half the people she idolized anyways were Americans, from Joe Satriani to James Hetfield. "They're those kinda girls that think ooh just cause my daddy owns a bank or a really huge company, I can pick on people who are poorer than me and be a total queen b*tch!" The last bit she gave in an intentionally mocking tone. "Don't sweat it. I used to deal with sh*t like this alot back home. Sometimes ya just let it roll of your back and move along, but other times....." A bit of a grin crossed her face, pleased yet...a little arrogant of herself, as she patted the Gaijin's back reassuringly. "Other times ya gotta remind those bastards who you are and why they should never f*ck with you again. Take it from me." Experience definitely Tohru had. She couldn't possibly count how many brawls she survived, some started by her bashing a bottle of sake over a bastard's head or just straight up clocking a guy right between his eyes. There was even one time a guy f*cked her up so bad, she was in the hospital for damn near a week and a half. She even still had the scar by her ear where the punk slashed her with a knife.

She rolled her eyes when Haruka cut in, stating that if Haru ever had a problem again with bullies, she should have the third year come to her aid. Of course Haruka would handle the situation in her diligent manner as always Tohru assumed, but actions always speaked louder than words for the street punk. "Or if ya wanted eh...Haru, I could take care of them for you. Trust me, once I get done with them, everyone in Lilium will know you're bulletproof, and if Haruka over here wanted to assist me, that would be fine and dandy." Another of Tohru's infamous grins found its way to Haruka yet again, this time with a sly wink. She did acknowledge however the sincerity of Haruka towards her somewhat caring towards the Gaijin, but that was only because Tohru understood that feeling, people mocking you and looking down on you. It was a knife in her heart that took nearly forever to dislodge, and it left an opening for others in some sort. She could sympathize with the downtrodden and the meek, somewhat of a protector to the underdogs.

Sometime between Haru refusing her handkerchief, and her friends chatting away about the bullies, Mira saw an opening to get away quietly and escaped unnoticed. Heaving a sigh, she looked up at the sky as she walked across the campus, swinging her briefcase in sync with each step she took. From there, she could see her classroom window and figured it would be a good idea to relax in there until class started again, and if they asked her why she left so suddenly it would be easy to say she just wanted to study... Mmmm.. She hoped they wouldn't mind her leaving without saying good bye.

Mira peeked her head in room 2-C, blinking curiously as she studied the students that opted to eat in there. Woah. The whole class seriously smelled like curry. She stopped on pervy-sanNadeshiko and a brown haired girl sitting with her, and smiled to herself. They looked so cute together! Maybe Mira didn't have anything to fear if their class-rep was already occupied with someone else.

"H-h-hey, everyone..." She waved at them, and then headed over to a window seat since at the moment it was unoccupied. She would move when the owner came back, but for now she could enjoy the scenery outside the window, idly twirling a long strand of pink hair around her index finger and resting her cheek on her palm. After a few minutes had passed, she noticed Junko Kurayami and Ishida Reiko out of the corner of her eye. They were only a few seats down, close enough to speak to them using her inside voice.

"Ne, Reiko-chan? " She turned to face Ishida, sitting indian style in her chair as she did so since she was small enough to do that with ease. "How is your head? It looked like the ball hit you pretty hard today..."

Reiko first put on her shirt, affixing the collar and tie, adjusting them until they were perfect, or as near perfect as could be seen without a mirror. It was only as she was bending forward to pick up her skirt that she noticed there were others aside from Junko in the room, at least three others, one of whom was the class representative, but it seemed she was occupied with another student; and truthfully Reiko wasn't embarrassed. As far as she knew, every student at this school was a girl, being a girl's school and all, and what was so embarrassing about changing in front of others. Though, it didn't stop her from going slightly red in the cheeks, it was one thing to understand that changing wasn't embarrassing, it was quite another to be the only one in your underwear in a room with people fully clothed.

It was with this knowledge that Reiko quickly put on her skirt, straightening it and tucking the bottom of her shirt into the waist. Dressed, she nodded in approval, taking her seat, turning it sideways to better respond to Junko. She opened her mouth to respond but a fellow classmate,was it Aino-san that Tsukuba-sensei said when she took roll? Fortunately for Reiko, potentially unfortunately for Aino, Aino was preoccupied with the window during Reiko's little changing display. She, like Junko was asking about her head.

How nice of them to care now, so far removed from the event.

"My head is fine, it was just a ball," Reiko responded, pulling apart her chopsticks, leaving out the pain that lingered for a while back out on the field, "The bruise will go away by tomorrow." She began to stir the curry udon with her chopsticks before taking hold and slowly chewing onto a noodle, careful not to let the curry spill out onto her clothes. "Oh, and it's Ishida-san, Aino-san. As I told Kuriyama-san, we're not close friends. We're classmates."

The only thing colder than Reiko's attitude was her can of milk.

"Ah...in that case, thank you, Hiryuu-san," Rika replied to her offer with a bow. She didn't need someone to pay for her meals, but she didn't want to start an argument over her kind gesture. Perhaps she was just too much of a pushover. Her stomach growled. "Eh, I guess my stomach is thanking you too," she joked, rubbing the back of her head.

As they walked together she tried to focus on Regan rather then the fan girls, which honestly made her a tad nervous, although Regan didn't appear to feel the same way. She did look tough with her sword and all, so she could probably fend or scare off such a small amount, but Rika didn't want any fight at all to break out, even if Regan did end up unharmed. It was odd that she cared more for this new girl then some of her fans. Perhaps it was because she didn't truly know what she could be getting herself into.

"Don't edge them on," Rika thought to herself, catching sight of Regan's gaze. As they stood in line, Regan surprised her with a gasp, apparently putting two and two together at long last about her identity.

"Yes, although I think idol might be too strong of a word for what I am now. Mostly small stuff like minor roles in horror movies, although I do have a few hit singles in my singing career. I honestly don't mind the attention as long as it's not negative," as she finished she quickly eyed some of her fans, letting them know that she wanted them to settle down a tad before they riled up the entire group. "I can definitely relate to getting nervous from time to time, especially when I have an important performance that I can't mess up. What about you, Hiryuu-san? You said challengers? What for?" Between talking she pointed at some of the food she wanted. Pork ramen and a bottle of ice tea. She would normally eat more but she didn't want to make a bad impression.

Regan giggled softly when Rika's stomach growled. "Haha, your stomach is being honest for you. It's good to be honest with people." She smiled softly as Rika explained what it was she did, exactly, putting a hand to her chin thoughtfully. "Horror movies? Mm... I guess that explains it. I don't usually watch movies, and when I do, they're not that kind. I'm pretty sure I've listened to some of your songs before, though. And don't hold back, please. I'd feel bad if you got hungry later." Regan's own tray was quite full. She had quite the appetite, it would seem.

"About the challengers? Mn, I suppose that would need some explaining." She nods, smiling softly as she moves through the line with Rika. "Well, if someone wants to take the position of Captain from me in the Kendo Club, they'd have to best me in a sparring match. It's the school club, so that's all it would take here. However..." she hesitates for a moment, and remembers what she said not long ago, "I have another responsibility. I'm the heiress to my family's martial arts dojo. Our school has been around a long time, so if someone could defeat either myself or my mother, they'd get a lot of prestige to their name. Since I'm not the Master yet, defeating me wouldn't damage our reputation too badly, but it would still be a big deal for whoever did it. Aah, but listen to me. I've told you something troubling, haven't I?" She turns to the pink-haired actress beside her and smiles apologetically. What she didn't mention was that such challenges against her name wouldn't always be in the form of a friendly sparring match.

They reach the end of the line and Regan pays for both of their meals, scanning for a table while Rika checks out. She didn't seem to think twice about how much either of their meals cost, instead moving toward a table she had spotted once Rika was ready. "If it's what you want, I'm sure you can get whatever fame you aspire for, Suehiro-san. All that acting and singing must keep you busy, though. Do you have any hobbies?" She stops at the table she'd picked out and has a seat, motioning for Rika to sit across from her.

Junko looked to the side to see another student cheerfully joining them. She had pink hair and seemed quite energetic. Unfortunately, she didn't really know her name...she would have to try to get acquainted with her, though. Junko was relieved there was somebody else to join them and chat.

Just like her, the girl seemed worried about Reiko's injuries. Junko ate more of her food as she listened to Reiko assuring them that she was fine. After she started eating, she addressed the pink haired girl about calling her Reiko-chan.

"Oh, and it's Ishida-san, Aino-san. As I told Kuriyama-san, we're not close friends. We're classmates."

Junko swallowed down with a hard gulp. Ouch. For some reason hearing Reiko say, “As I told Kuriyama-san” she got a bad feeling from it, as if Junko was a dog that was previously scolded. “You called me by my given name earlier on though...” Junko mumbled, not speaking to Reiko directly, but not caring if she actually heard it.

To quickly change the subject, she turned to the pink haired girl and waved. “Yo, don't think we've spoken before. You're...Aino-san, right?” She smiled. “I'm Junko Kuriyama. Let's get along.”

The American blinked a little as one of the elder students bothered to even storm over to the girls and force them to apologize. The girl then asked if she was alright and if she needed a change of clothes. Haru just chuckled a little and rubbed the back of their head. "Awe nah, you didn't need to go and do that. Not the first time Ah've been treated as such and shure won't be the last. They didn't do any real harm, ya didn't need to have them scared like that. Still, ah appreciate your kindness Ma'am." she spoke! tipping her hat a little to her as she said her thanks before looking at Tohru.

Piercing her lips together in thought, she pondered on the aspect before shaking her head. "Though mighteh tempting.... Don't think there is a need to go that far. Most bullies do have their own problems. Rather not hurt those that already have skinned knees." the blonde answered with a soft friendly smile. Perhaps she was being to easy, but she didn't mind it.

Glancing around as she saw little Mira missing, she frowned slightly before shrugging. Figuring the girl had some other business to attend to.

Mira turned slightly red in the face when Reiko corrected her. She didn't see anything wrong with addressing a cute classmate as chan, but maybe she was missing something. Just then, she heard the navy-haired girl sitting with Reiko mumble something before introducing herself. Mira blinked at the girl curiously, studying her features. Immediately she could tell she was taller than most of the other students at Lilium.

She smiled at how cool the girl was being, and then nodded. "I... think we have each other in P.E, Junko-chan. I hope we can become fast friends..."

Turning to look at Reiko, who seemed to be enjoying her curry lunch. She bit the inside of her cheek, studying her only for a second. "Well, Reiko-chan..." She paused after saying the chan part, pressing her lips together in thought. No point in correcting herself, it was too late. "I think it's okay to call you chan, because you're so cute and it would be weird to call you san. Plus, we may not be good friends yet, but you saw me changing and that would make us more familiar to each other than most people..."

A light pink stained her cheeks, realizing what she just said.

Reiko was in the middle of biting more udon, with bits of onion and other vegetables added to the mix. It was true what Junko said, Reiko did refer to her as Junko back down on the gym field. Was it a slip of the tongue or was it intentional? Reiko chuckled slightly after Junko's statement as she opened her milk to take a sip. The curry was surprisingly good, not the way she would've prepared it - she would have made it a bit spicier and with more udon - but as far as school meals went it was one of the better she had had.

"I just wanted you on my team, Kuriyama-san, since I figured your height would give me an advantage. You'd be less willing to join me if I didn't act friendly. I'm in the drama club, Kuriyama-san, we pride ourselves on getting the proper response out of our audience by our acting." Another bit of udon and onions met their end as Reiko continued to eat, enjoying the meal perhaps a bit too quickly for what could be considered 'polite dining'. Whatever. She was hungry and she hadn't had good noodles since Christmas break last year.

As she took another sip of her milk, she had to resist the urge to spit it out after Aino-san's words. Reiko coughed, setting the milk down. Her face turned a deep red as she darted her head towards Aino-san and back to her food and back to Aino-san and back to Kuriyama-san, wondering if she had heard - and how could she not. Reiko looked towards Aino-san, her eyes having trouble actually looking at her and instead outside the windows behind her.

"I....I didn't...I didn't..." Reiko knew that it was futile to deny it. She did glance towards Aino when they were changing for gym. That was all it was! A glance! A turn of the head! "I mean...it was a quick look, that's all. We're both girls, right? What's wrong with taking a look, right? I looked at Kuriyama-san's legs in gym class, and yours too, AIno-san, and Suehiro-san's and..." Reiko clapped her hand to her mouth, realizing what she had said in her embarrassment. Her blush only intensified, she looked to Aino-san and Kuriyama-san, her eyes full of concern. With a sigh, she shook her head before addressing Aino. "You can't tell anyone what I said. Ever." She dropped her head low and spoke her next sentence in a low mumble. "YoucancallmeReiko-chanifyoudon'ttellanyone."

Suddenly, she wasn't interested in her curry anymore.

Twas a valid point Haru made to Tohru. There was no sense in causing trouble when it had been quelled already, but still Tohru was itching to grab hold of Miyamoto and give her one good slug across her smug face. Ah well, blame it on her revenge complex she thought. Not just her overwhelming urge for retribution of others, but moreso the fact that Miyamoto and her rich b*tch battalion were indeed the face of the enemy in Tohru's eyes. Someone needed to put the snot in her place, and if it wasn't going to be Haruka, it might as well be Tohru, though Tohru's experience in handling these sort of debacles was a little less subtle.

"Yeah well, just think on it, m'kay." Tohru gave a curt response to the American and a bit of a sincere smile, not as vicious and sarcastic as the grins she shot towards Haruka the whole time. "It's not like I'm gonna be sticking Miyamoto in the hospital, but....you never know if she's gonna push me to that option." She's done it before too. "Plus fighting her...heh...it'd be like punching a pillow, and that ain't no fun." She let off an amused giggle to herself before noticing something odd. Mira sure had been quiet the whole time. Not speaking one word while Tohru and the others chatted, but upon observation, Mira wasn't even there. "Hey, where'd Mira-chan go?" Did the others even see her leave? Also why the heck would Mira just up and run like that? Tohru had an assumption however as to why. It was that b*tch of an ex girlfriend who scared her off. The teen had a feeling Mira was hurt...alot...by Kira's snide comments and that lecherous, condescending grin. F*ckin' b*tch.... Tohru somewhat felt guilty she didn't speak up to that girl either.

Well it wasn't best to remind the pink haired girl of that pain. Better just to letter be on her own and not put so much pressure on it, also Tohru didn't want to come off to Mira as the clingy type, despite how the rocker believed there was war between her and Haruka, not to mention Tohru's petty jealousy. Give the girl some space, then talk to her later, no harm done.

Kotone's excursion to the city was rather pleasant: once off the train, she was just another schoolgirl, though she had more of a budget than most others. The rumours had never penetrated here--or, if they had, they'd never been connected to her. So far as the shopkeepers cared, the yakuza heiress was simply a tall girl from Kyoto. One that showed up pretty much daily due to her own complete lack of culinary skill.

As she debated what to buy and consciously did her best to avoid anywhere selling parfaits, Kotone thought about dinner. She really wanted beef, but even if she got some of the really good meat... she would basically char it horribly. Maybe she'd be able to get some when Golden Week came around? Though that assumed not going on another foreign trip...

In the end, the tall girl bought herself tonkatsu sandwiches, and was half done by the time she came back through the gate. With nobody to talk to and nothing to do until class started, she wandered the grounds looking for somewhere isolated to wait out the lunch break--but it seemed most of the likely spots had been claimed whilst she collected her lunch.

"Wow. Sounds hardcore," Rika thought to herself out loud upon hearing how Regan had to fight off other martial artists for the sake of honor. It was clear that the lives they lead were quite different. If Rika had to fight she would probably just close her eyes and flail her arms around wildly in hope of fending off her attacker. No wonder she never survived anything in the movies. Although she personally wouldn't like fighting for a living, to each their own, she guessed, as long as they didn't take their aggression out on unwilling participants.

"My hobbies? Watching anime takes up a lot of my free time. I sometimes like to draw the characters, although I'm no good at it," she replied to her question, following her to an empty table. As she was in the process of sitting down, a couple girls tried to hurriedly get a spot close to her before Regan could, all the while glaring at her.

"I mean...it was a quick look, that's all. We're both girls, right? What's wrong with taking a look, right? I looked at Kuriyama-san's legs in gym class, and yours too, AIno-san, and Suehiro-san's and..."

"Ehhh?" Mira leaned in close to Reiko, grinning at the flustered girl who had just been so cold to Junko-chan for no reason. "You looked at my legs? What did you think, Reiko-chan?" Mostly a rhetorical question, and truthfully she didn't expect Reiko to answer her considering how embarrassed she was acting after being outed. It puzzled her as to why Reiko was acting so flustered over...checking out the other girls. It was hard not to. If it really bothered anyone to change in front of the group, they could just go change in the restroom or something.

"You can't tell anyone what I said. Ever."

"Oh, Reiko-chan..." Since Reiko's head was down, Mira took it upon herself to rub her back in a very soothing, and comforting way. It was obviously a big deal to her that nobody knew about her wandering eyes during gym. "You don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone..." She looked to Junko and then back to Reiko with a smile. "I promise."

"Hardcore, huh...?" From what she knew of video game terms, it fit perfectly. "Anime, huh? I don't usually watch, I prefer to read manga. What kind do you like? My favorites are Sakura Trick and Gurren Lagann." Regan gazed at a girl who took her spoke across from Rika for a moment, before smiling. "Aw, how sweet! Offering to let me sit in your lap like that." She'd already put her tray down and this one snuck in like that. These girls would just have to learn how ruthless Regan was. As Regan goes to sit, the girl quickly moves to the next seat. "Aww... so bashful." As she expected, the girl didn't know how to deal with her forwardness. She smiles kindly at the girl that had jumped over. "When you're ready, maybe." She winks before turning to her meal, smiling at Rika.

No way were rabid fangirls going to get in her way.

Regan, after a moment, finds herself staring at Rika's hair. "Hey, Suehiro-san. I hate to ask, but... is that... your natural hair color? It's the color of cotton candy or something, and so long, it's beautiful. Can I braid it after lunch, if we have time?" The only reason she knew how to braid hair was because she had to be able to manage the length of her own locks, but... it might be fun to braid another's hair, right?

Junko smiled warmly at Mira, especially happy at least someone was going to call her by her given name, then turned back to Reiko.

"I just wanted you on my team, Kuriyama-san, since I figured your height would give me an advantage. You'd be less willing to join me if I didn't act friendly. I'm in the drama club, Kuriyama-san, we pride ourselves on getting the proper response out of our audience by our acting." 

Junko's mouth jarred open and felt like somebody just poured ice down her shirt. Reiko was just...something else. Really something else. “I can't believe you deceived me...” She clenched her fists dramatically then sighed. “If she's in the drama club, I really can't imagine her making any expression other than what she usually acts like.”

Junko was just about to throw away her things when Aino's words made her hesitant to move. She stared at Reiko as she started acting flustered, adamantly trying to defend herself. Junko couldn't help but let out hearty laughter.

“Woah, didn't think you could loose your cool over something like that. Cheer up Ishida-san, we're all good people here.” She glanced at Mira who was comforting the gloomy Reiko, and then Junko looked to the girls curry. Somehow, the student didn't seem to be interested in eating anymore.

“You gonna finish that?” She started grabbing for it, but then paused.

Haru smiled as Tohru told her to think about it and she just nodded a 'sure' before thinking at the question on the missing girl. "Think she may have ran off to into the school. Seemed mighty upset. Hope she wasn't offended of me or nothin." the American said, a little worried she was the cause of Mira running off. Perhaps she was rude in refusing to hanker chief. She honestly didn't mean it, it was just a pretty handkerchief and she didn't want to get it all messy.

Thinking for a few moments, she looked to Tohru questionably. "Should we go find her?" the blonde asked softly.

She figured it would be best to leave Mira be, but now that she thought of it, what sort of friend would she be for not comforting Mira-chan after that ordeal. Damn this guilt she always felt. Looking to the Gaijin, she sighed deeply, wondering if it was best to go find Mira-chan or let her be alone for the time being. She could picture Mira probably in their dorm they shared....crying her eyes out and reeling, suffering from that magnum of embarrassment, especially in front of her...and Haruka. It pained the girl to think of such, her friend holding in all this hurt, all this sadness. "Well....." She managed to reply after a slow drag of her cigarette and a breath of smoke to the wind. "I'm not sure really..... I mean....." What did she mean? How heartless of her it would be just to take option B, stand there like a jackass while Mira was in anguish. Some friend she was...

"Ah f*ck it! Let's go Gaijin." Decision made, and really it wouldn't show Tohru was clingy. It was more that she cared for her friend. "You coming too, G.I. Jane?" And then she had to blurt out her little biting nickname for Haruka. If anything, she figured that was going to fall out of her mouth anytime really. Tohru figured the dorms was where she would find Mira, but after climbing those God-forbidden stairs up to the third floor and trekking swiftly down the halls to 312, she opened the door to...no one. "Huh?" Then where the hell was Mira?

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

Despite hearing some commotion around her, Nadeshiko couldn't bring herself to look away. Partially because she really didn't want to screw this up; Himawari seemed genuinely interested in what she was working on, after all, and it was nice to have someone not treat her as a perverted freak for what she did.

...And partially because really, Himawari had a fantastic ass and she didn't want to take her eyes off it. She was already making it her goal to see it naked once again.

"Um, y-yeah, um, D-dokidoki, eheh," she tried to smile in a non-creepy manner, only really half succeeding. "M-mana and... And R-r-regina are such a c-cute couple, eheh. I... I c-couldn't help b-b-but want to, um, d-draw them, eheheh." The perverted tone in her voice would've made it abundantly clear just what she was drawing them doing were it not for the fact that it was pretty much her regular tone of voice.

"...And I c-can't help it, eheh..." Nadeshiko added, her eyes once more darting to Himawari's rear. "Y-y-you're so cute, and, um, uh, um... Eheheh, um... Y-you have the b-b-best ass I've ever s-seen eheheh."