<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tachibana Hanako<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sakurai-san<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Their phones tilted together and tapped briefly, as their data was traded, completing the process after a small delay. Hanako clicked a few buttons on her phone before shutting it and sliding it back into her book bag. Yuuji would notice that he gained Hanako's phone number and e-mail address, as well as a message with her address on it. "Got it! Thanks, Sakurai-san. You can feel free to mail me or call me, too. For... anything!" Her shoulder shrugged as she squeaked the last word, smiling at him brightly, not wanting to limit their conversations or make him feel that he needed a specific reason to talk to her. After all, she didn't have many friends, as it was. Maybe Yuuji would become a close friend, through their tutoring sessions.<br/><br/>His recommendation for Hanako to study on her own was met with a noncommittal nod. It was her hope that she wouldn't have to do much independent studying at all, at least not until she had gotten the hang of a few subjects. "As long as you check my work," she added, firmly holding to the belief that he was the key to her academic success. Perhaps her application was a bit skewed, with her motive wrongly placing Yuuji in the position where he was solely responsible for her learning comprehension. His reassurance about the rate of five days a week for sessions, though, relieved Hanako. It was the most time she could commit, so hearing that it should be substantial was comforting. Of course, if it weren't for her parents, she would have preferred spending her weekends studying with Yuuji, than attending galleries and exhibits.<br/><br/>"Good. I'm glad you're able to tutor me so often. I hope it will be enough, too. I'm sure you're right, though. Besides, with you as my tutor, how can I fail?!" Her excitement was palpable, as she collected the remnants of her lunch wrappers and containers atop her tray. She nodded as he mentioned that learning would come easier for her in a place where she's comfortable. It made sense to her, anyway. When she turned to regard him once more, it was to spot Yuuji glancing up at the clock which prompted Hanako to follow suit. She turned, her amber eyes scanning the wall a moment before they landed on the clock. It was about time to start packing up and heading back to class.<br/><br/>Adjusting the straps of her bag to loop over her shoulder, she twisted in her seat and gripped the edge of the tray. To his prompt about any further questions, Hanako stood from the seat, taking the tray with her. "We can start tonight, right? After school? If you want, we can walk there together." It would be his first time traveling to her apartment, after all, having a guide with him might be most beneficial. "I'm looking forward to it, Sakurai-san. I'll wait for you at the end of the day," she chimed, before bouncing off to the proper trash and recycling receptacles, to discard her items where they belonged, then rested the tray atop its shelf. With that, she glanced at Yuuji once more from over her shoulder and flashed him a winning smile, before waving at him. With that, she pushed her way through the cafeteria doors and started walking back to the classroom.<br/><br/>On her way there, she passed by several students who she hadn't noticed before. Then again, maybe that was just because her head was often so high in the clouds. Hanako had a new spring in her step as she swayed to the classroom, breathing a sigh of contentment at the plan she'd arranged for herself. For the first time in a long time, she was excited about schoolwork. It felt like this was truly the way she was meant to handle the situation, like it would be the best situation and would produce the best results. Slipping into the classroom again, she made her way back to her seat, resting her book bag on the handle of her desk, glancing around at the others, before resting her cheek on her hand and staring out the window.