Hikari waits patiently for the class to draw to a close.  Now and again, she glances down at the note Ichigo passed to her, worrying at it with her hands to the point that she almost seems to be folding origami.  There's something telling her to take the offer, and damn her pride, because the school's not<em>right</em>lately and dangerous things could be happening.  Then again...<br/><br/>The young woman steels herself, swallowing a lump in her throat.  She<em>knows</em>she's not a bad person, she's not even a<em>bad</em>student--okay, by no means is she a good one, but there's room for mediocrity in the world!--and she doesn't have any reason to hide behind someone else.  Pausing only briefly to give a tiny wave to Ichigo as she retires to the lavatory, she otherwise keeps a stiff upper lip, ready to stare down this big...  scary...  disciplinarian...<br/><br/>Ulp.  The note the other girl gave her is somehow comforting, regardless; maybe she<em>will</em>seek tutoring after this, but for the time being she needs to set the record straight with Goroi-sensei, even if it means staying here half the night!