[h1]Yosumine Kazu: School's Not Out For Summer[/h1]

Brave High was exactly five miles from where the Yosumines lived. A substantial walk, for most students. Even at ten miles per hour, a speed only obtained when at [i]least[/i] jogging, it would take half an hour to arrive. Far enough away that anyone who needed to reach school in a timely fashion would ride a bike, take a bus, or get a ride with someone who could drive. Yosumine Kazu eschewed these manners of transportation in favor of her own two feet.

After all, it was only a ten minute warm-up run. People really needed to exercise more.

Not, that said, that it didn't burn quite a few calories. If Kazu failed to rise from her slumber to enjoy a breakfast of five slices of toast, three eggs (scrambled), one omelet made from six eggs (bacon, two types of cheese, onion, mushroom, corned beef, and tomato), two bananas, and a glass of orange juice then she had to make a stop somewhere on the route to school. Fortunately, several coffee establishments existed along the route and a couple of their larger baked goods yielded a similar number of calories. She just had to eat more at lunch since they were, as her mother constantly reminded her, empty calories.

But they tasted so good.

Nevertheless, this was in fact the case upon this particular morning; her father's insistence on brushing up on boxing technique, and her mother's on the finer points of speed control the night before, had led both to her sleeping in and running behind schedule when she awoke. Not so much that she would be late for school (though anyone else would be), but enough that she did not have time to prepare for breakfast.

Such was the reason that, when she decelerated in the hall outside of the senior home room (startling a few freshman confused by the individual moving at 30MPH through the hallway) it was with a box of coffee, a box of a dozen donuts in her hand, and a muffin box balanced precariously on top of that. Though now that she was not moving she could stop supporting them with her other hand, and instead focus on smoothing her hair back out while she stepped into the classroom. Normally she sat a row over and two seats down from Namari (a very, very deceptively massive girl that Kazu might, on her good days, call "friend" rather than "acquaintance") but given the abundance of food in her hand, and the presence of very hungry teenagers, she was in need of a sentinel.

This was accomplished by taking the seat next to Namari and setting a donut on her desk, ensuring that the her classmate would be inclined to safeguard Kazu's stash of food from the ravenous horde. With the boxes carefully set on her chosen desk, Kazu took a moment to push her sunglasses up her face and to the top of her head. This served the dual purpose of keeping them handy, and helping keep her admittedly somewhat wind-disrupted hair in place. 

While Namari went off to speak with the new kid, Kazu busied herself with a muffin, a donut, and the filling of her first mug of coffee. She wasn't really alert enough to be friendly, so she elected to simply observe the proceedings. The two weren't very far away, only a desk or two, so she could chime in if she really felt the need.

Which, at the words 'Happy Feet', she did.

"I'd be careful. Those feet can make anyone else unhappy real quick."

[@Write][@Plank Sinatra]