Miiko Fukuta Miiko's eyes widened, good food? That was something she had not had in a long, long time. "Alright then let's go!" Miiko began to walk, forgetting about the current tension and situation that had just happened. She hoped that she could continue to make friends so easily in her class as right now the only friends Miiko seemed to be making were with her upperclassmen.
Freshman, or fresh meat as she had often heard her age group being called were apparently the most annoying and least civil group among the school systems social tier. Miiko hoped that she could rise through the ranks quickly, she hated being seen as weak and being underestimated although most of the time it was an advantage. Back home no one suspected that the girl was capable of doing anything, but at Blossom Crest looks were not everything.