<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Torikai_zpsu3xl91if.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iori Kato<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miko High Lunch room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mitsumi, Kaede, Tamashi, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting hugged/Confessing<br/><hr/>He ... he didn't like it? Had Yukihiro-sensei done something wrong, or had Iori somehow managed to mess it up. Knowing her luck, she glumly thought the latter was more likely.<br/>And ... he remembered her! Almost. Should she tell him her name, though? She'd changed the kanji when she'd accepted her own transsexual nature, but it wasn't as if the sound had changed at all and while she'd come to terms with how she wasn't what her body tried to insist she was, would he?<br/>"I  ... I'm-" she stammered quietly, before she was cut off by the girl who had been hanging around Tamashi. She'd fixed the food, and the sudden hug was nice, if a little long, but once released, Iori couldn't stop herself from leaping to Tamashi's defence.<br/>"He ... he's not hopeless! He's nice and kind and  ... " she trailed off, going bright red.<br/>Perhaps it was adrenaline from her outburst. Maybe it was the light-headedness that swept over her after it and forced her to drop into a seat or risk collapsing, maybe Kaede's encouragement had actually paid off, but as Iori sat she turned to Tamashi. "And he doesn't need to make a friend," she said softly ."We've already done that, although it was a long time ago and I .." She didn't know how to finish that thought. There wasn't exactly an easy way to say 'It's been six or seven years since we last met, and it turns out I have gender issues!' after all.<br/>"It ... it's me, Tamashi. Iori."