<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sakurai Yuuji<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop > Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kusanagi Kyo (mentioning), Tachibana Hanako<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The breeze had not disappointed Yuuji as he was able to catch a sneak peek of a couple of girls' panties, although they weren't anything out of the ordinary. The girls had decided that the wind was their enemy and left the roof, ultimately leaving Yuuji. He closed his book and a frustrated 'tch' left his mouth as he finished his sandwich, washing it down with his strawberry milk. Yuuji looked up and closed his eyes, the lovely breeze flowing through his face and neck felt refreshing. He wished for the weather to be like this always. Rain usually sucked because it forced girls to wear clothes that covered up their bodies. On the other hand, when it started to rain while they were in school, it provided a great opportunity for men: sharing umbrellas with girls who had forgotten to bring one. It was a small fantasy that most, if not every, boy had and popular culture had made this small fantasy a big deal by having it in six out of ten manga and eight out of ten anime; the statistics were higher if the school-genre was singled out.<br/><br/>Yuuji pushed up his glasses as he added to his thoughts,<em>"The dreams and expectations of males are pure-hearted. Pure-hearted and naive. A trope driven by society that causes every boy to dream but they're all crushed in the end."</em>What girl would forget their umbrella? And even if they did, they would just share one with their friends. The game was rigged. Yuuji's hand squeezed the plastic wrap that the sandwich he ate was previously contained in indignation.<em>"Injustice."</em><br/><br/>Yuuji looked down and noticed that he had somehow already finished his pudding and strawberry milk. Disappointed, his sweet tooth wasn't sated. Sure, he could go and eat from his emergency stash from his bag, but what if something more drastic came along? Like a shortage of sugar caused the production of candy and other sweets to cease. What then? The mere thought caused his spine to shiver and goosebumps to show up on his arms. That was something he couldn't, didn't, want to imagine. Yuuji collected his garbage, tossing it in nearby bins. He wiped his hands on some napkins he brought with him and threw those out as well. There was still time before class started up again. Yuuji usually just returned to class after finishing but he felt like having another carton of strawberry milk.<br/><br/>To Yuuji, strawberry milk was the ambrosia of humans along with sweets. He thanked his genetics that he was blessed with a really high metabolism, allowing him to eat sweets whenever he wanted. Anyways, he decided that he would go to the cafeteria and get some more milk. Before he left, he finally saw Kyo.<em>"Ah, it's the flunky. It looks like he's doing martial arts stuff. Wasn't that the stuff that got him into academic trouble in the first place? Did he want to repeat the second-year again? Oh well, not my problem."</em>He shrugged, not bothering to nod in his direction since it seemed he was so engrossed into whatever he was doing. Yuuji opened the door to the staircase and started to head towards the cafeteria.<br/><br/>He arrived at the cafeteria once again, the line was almost non-existent, everyone having gotten their lunch already. Yuuji got into the small line, grabbing only the carton of strawberry milk that he came for. He paid for it with the change he had leftover from his last purchase and looked around, deciding to drink it in the cafeteria. Yuuji saw a relatively open table then immediately spotting that flash of blonde hair that could only come from one person,<em>"Ah, it's the cute art prodigy. I guess I could sit right there, maybe I could get lucky. But I still have to play it serious. Like I don't care at all. It's just a seat. A seat. The fact it was near a cute girl was merely coincidental and I should shrug it off. Okay..."</em>Yuuji's face remained neutral during his thought. He had gotten really good at that; his thoughts could be perverted, elated, disappointed, or any other emotion, and his face would broadcast nothing but how neutral he was. It was rather useful since he could think whatever he wanted and no one would look at him strangely.<br/><br/>Yuuji walked over to the table where Hanako was sitting and sat a seat away from her. He didn't know her well enough to sit without a seat in between them and he didn't want to seem forward. He just wanted to be a guy who saw an open seat and took it, regardless of who was or who wasn't sitting close by. Yuuji opened up his carton of strawberry milk, stuck a straw inside, and took a sip, looking over at Hanako and acknowledging her with a nod.<em>"Ah... Tachibana-san is looking as lovely as ever. I wonder what sort of underwear she is wearing today? Stripes?"</em>With a solemn face, he began to imagine Hanako in different underwear while also sipping from his straw.