Ichigo got her business done in the bathroom, stopping to study herself in the mirror for a few moments to make sure she didn't have any sort of blemishes forming and frowning at how oddly artificial her skin looked in the right light.  After finishing the inspection, she began to return to class, fiddling with the bright hall pass and looking outside at the bright sunny day.<em>So pretty...  It's the sort of day that I'd love to go out to the beach or something...</em>The girl coughed, grimacing.<em>But Nisen would never let me go because I may get a cold...</em><br/><br/>Another sniffle as she wipes her nose, reminded of her brother's overprotective nature.  During her wistful daydream of warm sands and salty breezes, she had almost reached her classroom, stopping in front of room 2-B again.  Ichigo was no lockpicker, but...  She reached out her hand again to try pushing the door again, or at the most, force it open.  It was just a peek, wasn't it?<br/><br/>