Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Front Gate
Leiko didn't really know what to make of Hashimoto, besides the obvious fact that he found her concern for his condition to be highly amusing for some reason. She considered herself well-versed in the art of language and expression, so it was quite rare for subconscious habits and personal tics to escape her perceptive eyes. This particular case was no different, as it became abundantly clear to Leiko that he wasn't taking her seriously at all, evident by the subtle way the corner of his mouth started to twitch. It was brief, but it was there.
He shook his head at the suggestion of seeing the school nurse, shrugging off the notion with an amused smile that crept across his lips and clearly brandished his disregard for her fretting. Honestly, all this nonchalance was starting to irritate Leiko, and she strained to hold back from chastising him for it. He was bleeding for heaven's sake! Was he seriously going to walk home looking like a common thug?
"I heard the nurse was a creep." Hashimoto's reasoning soon followed, causing Leiko's unamused expression to dissolve into one of surprise. That was his reasoning? She opened her mouth to immediately argue his point, but he beat her to the punch as he quickly dismissed it as a rumour, whilst also curiously comparing it to the ones that circulated around her. It appeared as if everyone had an opinion on her at this school, and it both annoyed and frustrated her for multiple reasons. Not to mention that from what she understood, Hashimoto hadn't even been at the school that long, and yet it certainly sounded as if he had heard enough about her reputation already. She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in irritation at his words, her arms wrapping around her chest as she stared him down with a flinty glint in her eye. Most people would normally take this as a clear warning sign to back off, but the senior merely went onto introducing himself (a fairly redundant gesture, since she already knew who he was), and stretching his hand out for a shake. Leiko nearly jumped at the gesture, recoiling slightly as she glared at the blood stains on his fingers. She could only imagine what would happen if some of that blood splattered on her favourite sweater, and she could be well-assured that the senior would have more to worry about than a bruised lip.
"I see. Then I suppose that if we're doing things properly, then I'm Leiko Hamada, a second year. President of the Drama Club, although you should know that already," she sniffed.. "But I'm afraid we're diverting from the point here. In regards to your reservations about the school nurse, I wouldn't really value that as an appropriate reason, Hashimoto-san," she stated simply, her eyes meeting his with an impenetrable sense of calm. "You really can't believe everything you hear these days."
As she said that, her mind briefly recalled the buzz that had generated around the school that day. Namely, revolving around one Noboru Yamamoto, another boy that happened to be in her Drama Club. He failed to show up in class that morning, which was considered as something of an anomaly for the fellow classmate, according to certain sources. Leiko was sure that he was fine, though; after all, he was clearly the active type, and those kinds of people tended to brave all weathers. It had been particularly chilly last night, so it would be no surprise if he was just suffering from some kind of cold. As long as he showed up for Drama Club on Tuesday, Leiko didn't really find it a pressing issue.
"Look, if you're uncertain on where the nurse's office is, I can take you," she sighed, breaking away from her brief moment of distraction and back to the matter at hand as she looked at the older male unflinchingly. "The very least you can do is make yourself look more presentable. Quite frankly, Warakuma's getting a bad enough reputation without people wandering around bruised and battered." She was also mildly concerned that the male was slightly concussed- did people really act so calm about being hit?-but she wasn't particularly fussed on voicing it aloud. "And anyway...if you're really concerned about your safety..." Just the slightest hint of a mocking smile curled her lips. "They're unlikely to do anything to you with me there, hmm?"