<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/mitsumi_zpskdbl9ptw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mitsumi Tamaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miko High Classroom<br/><strong>Time:</strong>4th Period<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tamashi, Generally Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Dreaming<br/><strong>Favor:</strong>7<br/><strong>Stress:</strong>0/30<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mitsumi practically danced into her fourth period class.<em>He was going to see her.</em>After school, then, well then she'd just knock his socks off. Maybe more. In the meanwhile, she did what she always did when she entered a classroom - sat down, took out her notebook, and promptly began staring at Tamashi like there was no tomorrow.<br/><br/>Oh, she didn't try and make it obvious. But it was there. As were the various sketches in her notebook. Which had little to do with what the teacher was saying and very much with the boy sitting on the opposite side of the room. And the future she envisioned with him. In very embarrassing, possibly blackmailable detail.<br/><br/>On a completely unrelated note, she was more aware of her surroundings than usual, as, for once, she now began taking note of her possible rivals, having been largely introduced to them at lunchtime. The good news is that while rivals, they weren't enemies - quite the opposite, they all seemed very good friends (some interested in becoming better friends yet, an additional little voice in her head noted) - and of course, she and Akemi went back... well... forever...