"I-Iie," Hikari blinks, her voice breaking into a sort of croak halfway through her denial.  "Nothing...  i-is wrong, Goroi-sensei!"  Her tone is hushed but excited, the blood rising in her own cheeks as well.  Maybe she's been watching too much anime, but the world just suddenly seems pink-toned to her, as if some mischevious pixies were sprinkling cherry blossoms in the background and every mote of light were just that much more dazzling and clear.<br/><br/>The younger student glances askance to Yukiko, marveling at her tone.  This is the first she can ever recall not seeing her look utterly pissed or at least bored and disillusioned.  The dusting of pink about her cheekbones made her look almost...  cute.  Turning her attention back to the teacher, she finds herself shifting in her chair, weight moving toward one hip and then the other, thighs shifting almost imperceptibly together.<em>What's going on?  I'm here with two of the meanest people in the school, but I don't feel scared at all.  Maybe I haven't been fair?  Goroi-sensei isn't really that mean, he's just doing his job.  He's entitled to respect and authority for his position...</em><br/><br/>Hikari stares unabashedly as she tries to puzzle through her jumbled thoughts, blinking now and again.