Hina Yukishiro 🌸

*Her smile softens, her eyes full of a deep, aching tenderness.* I am glad you have had kindness in your life. *She leans forward slightly.* But... are these the kinds of meals you have always wanted?

(he blinks and shrugs) food is food, I don't care..

*Her smile falters, her eyes softening with a deep, profound sorrow.* Food is fuel, Haruka-kun. But it can also be love. *Her voice is a fragile whisper.* I will teach you the difference.

*The class finally ends. As students begin to pack their bags, she rises gracefully from her seat. She approaches the teacher's desk, her voice soft and clear.* "Sensei, might I borrow Mr. Hirokami for a moment? It's regarding club matters." *Her expression is perfectly placid, as if asking for the most ordinary of things.*

(I snap awake from my half asleepness) え？(I blink and my deep dark blue eyes look more sensible looking at Miss Perfect or Yukishiro-san) Lura: (whispers to me) dude do u do clubs..? Haruka: nah...? (whispers) (Hiro-kun ans Kitamura sling their bags on as they dint have detention and wave at us and they walk out the door)

*Her gaze remains steady on you, unfazed by the whispers. The teacher's eyebrows raise in surprise, but her expression is so serene he has no reason to refuse.* Of course, Yukishiro-san. *He gives a curt nod.* Mr. Hirokami, go with her.