Hillan
Yachiyo's fingers had curled into loose fists, resting on her thighs, eyes fixed upon the ground. Her own introduction flashed before her mind's eye, in exceedingly embarrassing variations. The more she observed her soon-to-be classmates, the stiffer and faker she felt, causing a thin film of sweat to appear on her forehead. With a muted "Gah" squeezing through her throat, Yachiyo looked up at the boy who had approached her, and quickly threw up her hands in defenseless denial.
“N-no, not tall, I mean, not at all! Please,” she gestured to the seat next to her, almost like a some sort of usher, the polite smile carved into her face. “My name is Ookouchi Yachiyo,” she repeated, quickly flushing red upon realizing her repition, following up with a rapid fire "It's-very-nice-to-meet-you!" platitude. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she felt like she had seen the boy before, but couldn't place his face, even with the name. “Everyone is being very timely, aren't they? That's a relief!” She did, indeed, welcome to proper behavior by her future comrades.
With a passing glance, Yachiyo scanned over the newly-arrived, and sizable, Shuun, throwing a little squint his way upon seeing the short girl with the weird face whisper to him; her posture reminded Yachiyo of old movie villains. Shaking her head, the girl scolded herself for her judgemental attitude, and returned to Kenzo.
“You don't happen to live in Ashiya? O-or perhaps in Kobe?” The feeling of familiarity was eating her up, but she just couldn't quite reach out and nail down her impression. “I... am too forward, please forgive me. I just have this feeling that... Have we met before, by any chance?”
