"Hai, sensei," Hikari replies in a sheepish tone, slowly rising from her desk.  This is what she was hoping for: a chance to show the teacher that she isn't a bad student, she's just a victim of circumstance and maybe sometimes a little scatter-brained.  They're going to talk about things, and he will understand that she's really a good girl and doesn't mean any harm with her various antics.  And...  maybe Yukiko could get back on track, too, even!<br/><br/>She smooths out the front of her skirt and slowly steps forward down the aisle between desks to the front of the classroom.  For a moment she gazes into Goroi's eyes--had they always been such a vivid and enchanting emerald hue?--but as soon as he glances up, she quickly directs her eyes straight down in front of her, cheeks reddening further and hands quickly clasping together behind her.  Though she doesn't intend to do so, the position draws her shoulders backward and thrusts her chest out, making the already considerable curve of her bustline that much more pronounced.<br/><br/>"I, ehm, d-don't have any problems, Goroi-sensei.  You are a very excellent teacher!" she chirps suddenly, then goes back to scuffing at the floor with her toe.<em>He really is.  He just puts on a mean face to keep the other students disciplined.  He doesn't want to hurt me, he's just doing it to make sure the others don't get out of line!  I bet I'm really his favorite student!</em>