<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 | Mentioning Matsumoto-San<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The only moments spared from a loud slurping sound which resounded from Hanako's puckered lips, would be when she paused to gulp down her food. The miso ramen didn't last long, thus, that rambunctious slurping wouldn't resonate too painstakingly long, either. Tipping the bowl, along with her head, backward, Hanako gulped down the remaining broth, chopsticks tucked between her cheek and the bowl's edge. "Ahhh," she would loudly exclaim after finishing her final swig, placing the utterly empty bowl upon her tray once more. Turning her head to observe the boy at the opposite end of the table, she wiped the back of her hand across saturated lips, then swiped them clean of any possible remnants with a graze of her tongue.<br/><br/>Blinking at the sight of Matsumoto-San once again, Hanako felt compelled to say something to him. With a rather blank expression on her face, she grasped the red bean paste anpan from her tray and held it up, swiveling to more properly face him, despite the distance that separated them. With both hands cradling the pastry, her amber eyes glittered brightly as they flickered from the sweet bread, back to Matsumoto-San. Yet, just as her lips parted, about to remark on how delicious the dessert snack was, she would be interrupted by the silent presence of another classmate. Out of habit, she held the anpan closer to herself, as if afraid that the visitor might steal it, almost hugging it against her chest. It wasn't until a moment later that her gaze fell upon Sakurai-San, who took a seat one spot over, opening his carton of milk and dropping a straw inside, barely waiting for its end to sink to the bottom before wrapping his lips around it and sipping hastily.<br/><br/>Replacing the anpan back onto the tray and swiveling to face the table again in the process, Hanako's hands reached for the juice box. She seemed to practically imitate Sakurai-San, even attempting to pull off a similar, rather expressionless face, while going through the process of tearing open the straw and puncturing it through the small opening on the box. Her gaze drifted to the side, just as she began sipping through the straw, scanning the blurry bits of Sakurai-San that she could observe without being too conspicuous. To her surprise, she was met with none other than his very own, very stern, glance. In her experience, classmates of hers did not necessarily sit by her to chit-chat, or eat together with her; to put it blatantly, Hanako wasn't a popular candidate for that sort of thing. Blinking slowly, she turned to face him, still sipping on her juice, mirroring his actions, until he nodded in acknowledgement at her.<br/><br/>Removing the straw from her lips, Hanako lowered the juice box, but still clutched it within her hands. Her lips stretched into a warm smile after her tongue languidly rolled over minutely stained lips, gathering any residue that her profound sipping may have left behind. "Good afternoon, Sakurai-San," she spoke, taking his nod as approval to initiate a verbal exchange. Leaning a little closer, she examined the carton of milk, perhaps even intruding on his personal space ever so slightly, but remaining oblivious to that fact. "Is this strawberry? Ooh, that sounds delicious!" Hanako leaned back again and pointed to her anpan, grinning broadly at Sakurai-San in the process, "but anpan is still my favorite sweet. I think I would do almost anything for anpan. Wouldn't you?" She inquired, falling into a bad habit some years back, wherein she assumed everyone thought like she did.<br/><br/>Returning to the juice box, Hanako brought it back to her lips and sipped the rest of the juice up hastily. Once again, she would sigh out her contentment at the flavor: "Ahhhh, yummy." Finally, with the last item on her tray being that very favorite sweet bread of hers, Hanako reached for it and grasped it tightly within her hands. Her mouth was practically watering at just the closeness of it, the aroma of it, and the like, but she managed to keep herself in control, as she regarded Sakurai-San yet again. He looked so smart with his serious glasses and that stoic expression of his. As she took a small nibble of the sweet bun, she wondered to herself,<em>'Could he perhaps help me with my goals? Would he even be willing to?'</em>