- ARISAWA NAOTO, wasting time like a champ -<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/TomboyPleatedSkirtWoman.jpg)</div><br/>She knew it was a damn awful habit she'd end up regretting down the line, but there was just something about a cigarette first thing in the morning that made Naoto feel like the rest of the day would be worth trudging through.  The taste of nicotine on her tongue, the way the smoke flowed through the air like some kind of serpent, scattered into the wind as she exhaled.  It was an almost sacred ritual that she loathed to share with the usual crowd she hung out with.  Drinking was a social thing, but she always preferred solitude when enjoying a smoke.  The momentary buzz gave her time to think about things.<br/><br/>The first day of her second year at Hanjuku High.  How she'd managed to survive the first year at such a prestigious school was anybody's guess.  Her teachers had dubbed her the "Perpetual Slacker" or, "That Girl With The Attitude Problem".  Naoto wasn't much one for titles, but she certainly didn't do anything to prove them wrong.  Nearly every class was treated like some kind of chore, the lack of interest readily apparent in the way her eyes always moved instinctually to the nearest window and glazed over the very moment the teacher began an in-depth discussion.  Normally the sort of student that preferred to have their head in the clouds instead of the classroom would never have been able to scrape by passable grades at a school like Hanjuku, but she'd managed to surprise everyone by doing just that.  Out of necessity; but that wasn't something she told people.  Not to anyone.<br/><br/>Her lips sucked the last bit of flavour from the cigarette before she flicked the embers to the ground, stamping it to oblivion beneath her heel.  Always looking to make a poor first impression, Naoto had decided to wear a modified Winter uniform, complete with scarf and high-heeled boots that clearly were not part of the dress code.  In truth it was simply what she felt most comfortable wearing.  The usual uniforms were far too tight for her liking, and she felt cold in them even in the middle of summer.  The staff would just have to learn to accept it.<br/><br/>If she'd been given a list of all the materials she'd be needing for her classes, she certainly hadn't looked at it.  The only other possession on her was a thick leather purse hanging over her left shoulder, something that clearly wasn't suited for holding books.  Carrying the bare minimum of supplies "kept her from getting tired", or so she said, but everyone knew it was just slothfulness at work.  Even after the cigarette she couldn't hide the tired look peeking out from behind her uncombed bangs.  The lack of makeup made her look all the more exhausted, where other girls liked to hide their morning sleepiness under a mask of foundation and god knows what else.  Naoto was unabashedly<em>Naoto</em>, and she wasn't about to hide that away from anybody.<br/><br/>Despite all attempts to avoid it she'd somehow managed to get into the classroom earlier than most everyone else.  There was only one other girl in the room, lost in her own little music world.<em>Masako</em>, Naoto pronounced slowly with her lips, striding over quietly to peek over the girl's shoulder.  She seemed to study her for a second, lips pursed a bit.  New roommate, if she remembered correctly.<br/><br/>"HEY MASACHAN!" Naoto shouted abruptly over the jazz, no doubt getting the girl's attention almost immediately.  A slow smirk spread across her face.  "What're ya listening to, huh?"