"Ohayo!" Hikari chirps pleasantly.  Then her breath catches in her throat for a moment in a sudden, inspired sound of excitement and elation, big bright eyes lighting up with recognition.  Haruki!  He rides motorcycles and fights and stuff like that, no doubt he listens to (faux) American-style rock music.  The teen's been looking for people to pass the flowers out to for quite some time this afternoon, but she's just been too embarrassed to approach most of the student body, knowing as she does that they wouldn't be interested in...  Womb Savior, was it?  She can't even read the band's name.<br/><br/>"Haruki-sensai!"  The cheerful student rushes toward him, hugging the stack of papers to her chest with both arms crossed before her.  As she draws up to within a few feet of him, she immediately throws herself forward in a deep bow, repeating, "Haruki-sempai, please accept this advertisement.  There is going to be a show, with--umm--heavy metal music!  The musicians very much appreciate any patronage in such times when students are afraid to go out late at night..."  The speech she had practiced as her 'sales pitch' fades from memory halfway through, so she just sort of swiftly cants her head to one side and beams helplessly, extending one hand with a flyer for the performance (obviously scrambled together in PhotoShop and poorly xeroxed).