Somehow Misaki managed to get into the boy's locker room, and by the grace of God, she managed to get into his locker, get his spare uniform, and get out of the gymnasium undetected. It seemed that at times she could still be invisible if she tried very, very hard. Or maybe it was the male uniform that made her less likely to draw unwanted attention. She would probably never know for sure, but she stood in the hall with sparkling pride, blushing a bit when she snapped out of her triumphant moment. Taking a second to check the time on her phone, her heart stopped, S-Shoot! I wasted a lot of time! Misaki panicked, once again running down the halls. She found herself questioning just how much of her life she spent running from one place to the next. As much as this happened she figured it would have kept her more in shape, but she could hear the words of that annoying physical trainer in her head: Just because it feels like you're constantly on the move, doesn't mean you're exercising enough to actually burn calories effectively. Ugh. He had officially been around long enough that his voice was seared into her brain, just great. As if the potential of facing Ms. Araya wasn't enough to bring her anxiety, he had to be in her head too?
She knew that Yatsuo-san would tell her not to torture herself like this, but she couldn't really help it. When her anxiety began, there really wasn't much she could do for damage control. If she could control the direction of her thoughts so easily she wouldn't end up spacing out at inopportune times, like earlier that day at the pool. If she had that kind of self-control, her life would have been a lot easier. Yatsuo, Kasei had been her personal bodyguard since her first day of Kindergarten. She spent a vast majority of her younger years infatuated with him, or so her mother says, Misaki couldn't remember it at all. She couldn't comprehend a time that she didn't have these feelings, how was she supposed to accept that she wasn't always a Fujoshi?
Stopping just outside the door to the classroom, Misaki wavered. She knew the lecture was coming. It wasn't the first time, but it never seemed to get any easier. This woman absolutely terrified her. She kind of reminded her of her mother in that sense. Stepping inside, the expected response came like clockwork. After what she almost expected to be an unending monologue, Misaki read the board, confident enough that she could get the assignment done. She wasn't the most intelligent in the class, but she didn't get poor grades either. It was always somewhere in the middle, and she was content with that for a while, but perhaps it was finally time to work a little harder now that she was a senior.
Locating Sora wasn't hard with his unique hair color and Misaki neatly placed his uniform on his desk. She could sense there was a moment going on between Sora and Devone, and upon assessing the atmosphere, she wanted no part of it, "I couldn't let you get sick because of me." Misaki made her intentions transparent in a hushed tone. With that said and done, she was already in trouble with the teacher. Lingering wasn't an option and Misaki quickly scurried off to locate and occupy an empty seat before she had Ms. Araya's attention again. Once was plenty, she wasn't itching to tempt a second one on one with the devil lady.
"Excuse me, are you Serinuma Misaki-san?"
The owner of the voice was a face that she did not recognize, which was unusual. Misaki's focus narrowed in on not letting her confusion spread to her facial features. If there was anything that Misaki prided herself on it was that she was fairly good at keeping track of names and faces. Misaki tried her best to quickly flip through mental files of both in her mind, but regardless she came up blank on both ends. Is she one of the new seniors or did I forget her...? Misaki asked herself before glancing at the board again, double-checking the assignment but also the name of her partner. Unfortunately reading the name of her partner again wasn't the magic fix she had been hoping for, it didn't help at all. The only explanation left was that the girl standing before her was apparently someone she had never met before. It seemed they had a handful of new seniors this year, why were so many students transferring in their last year of high school? It seemed kind of odd to her, but she wasn't going to ask to many questions. Actually, a fresh start didn't sound like a terrible thing, now she was feeling kind of envious. "Hai. Are you Hakuryu-san?" Misaki asked blinking a few times. Now that her own question was in the air, she took a moment to look over the other girl. A smile. That was a nice change of pace. A friendly expression that belonged to a girl was a sight for sore eyes after her experiences over the last two days. Getting her notebook and a pen out of her bag, Misaki began to give their assignment some hard thought as she waited for a response. It was going to be difficult to get her head in the game. She was the only girl in the room wearing a male's uniform, she arrived to class very late earning herself detention, it just didn't feel like it was a good stance to be making a first impression, "My uniform got wet in an... unforeseen accident." Misaki explained, in case Fuyuki was wondering. It was difficult to keep herself from rambling now that she was so nervous. Words and phrases that were associated with business meetings... market value, profit, liability, networking, status report... this would be alright, it was a time-consuming endeavor but she was sure that they could handle it. Ushering to the seat beside her, Misaki was eager to begin the task.
Intellect: +1 to Misaki