<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Second-year Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the break had started, Akira had pulled out her own lunch as well. It wasn't much really, nothing too fancy, though she tried to keep it decent for appearance's sake. A large portion rice, some leftover meat from the day before and some vegetables primarily, they didn't have any eggs at the moment, so she had dropped making omelette or anything along those lines, not to mention she had just wanted to get out of the house this morning, the longer it'd take to make breakfast, the longer she'd have to suffer through the hopeless silence with her mother after all.<br/><br/>While she ate, she pulled out some of her studying books. While not really studying, it was better than just looking like she was eating while being lonely after all. She didn't really read in any of them, but she opened them up on relevant pages with a notebook ahead of her that she just left on the last page written in while pondering on what to do once school was over. After all, she wasn't all that keen on going home.<br/><br/>Yet, her idiot-proof disguise didn't seem to work all too well. Someone had approached her after all, and she was about to shoo away whoever it was until she actually threw the person a look, not recognizing him.<em>"Well, sensei did mention that there would be a transfer student arriving shortly..."</em>it seemed like the only viable conclusion for the mystery. She couldn't just treat a transfer student like dirt... After all, she wasn't too keen on having to bring an angry letter home. However, it seemed like the transferee had done the shooing away himself, as he had apparently walked off to sit a bit away from her, embarrassed.<strong>"Suuuure..."</strong>She mumbled, throwing a quick glance his way before resuming her meal.<strong>"You're the new transfer student I'd presume"</strong>It wasn't nearly as much of a question as it was a statement, but there was still that small chance of fault, so it was only fair to give him a chance to argue against.<br/><br/>Eventually, she finished up her meal and quickly packed it up, throwing the bento-box into her bag so it wouldn't just lay around for then to proceed with leaning back in her seat, pulling one of the studying books closer to herself, resuming her act of seeming studious.