Yoshino Mei Sohma
Despite her late start leaving the Sohma estate, Yoshino found herself arriving in her first class of the day only a few minutes before the bell rang. She found her usual seat in the back row and right beside the wall full of windows, her favourite place to sit just so she could gaze outside. Also, it didn't hurt that the teacher, Hama-sensei, had a sort of soft-spot for the Sohma and didn't center her out and allowed the pink haired teenager a sort of peace within the classroom.
She pulled out the necessary books she would need for the class, setting them on her desk in an organized manner, before she reached for a pen. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat back in her seat, bringing the pen to her lips as she looked to the blackboard and considered the haiku written in kanji upon its surface.
Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
- Natsume Soseki
Japanese Literature, if she were to be completely honest, was a class Yoshino truly didn't mind. She rather enjoyed thinking about stories and poems, both classical and modern. Lately though, her class had begun examining poetry and it appeared Haiku was to be the class discussion for the day. Particularly the one on the board. Though, Yoshino was unimpressed by the lack of actual work and tapped her pen lightly on her desk a few times as though to help keep this feeling from showing on her calm expression.
The teacher read the words off the board and introduced the topic of the day before he was suddenly interrupted, mid-sentence, by a tall, dark haired male who slid the door open and stepped into the class. The pink-haired female was amused to see the tanned face of Kenji Hima, a student who seemed to be regularly late, as he quickly apologized to the teacher and found his typical seat by her.
A class comedian, Kenji was never one to be taken seriously by the other students or Hama-sensei. In fact, Hama-sensei made his annoyance and frustration with the boy rather clear in his actions alone, let alone the way he spoke.
With this thought in mind, Yoshino raised an eyebrow at the young man and leaned over her desk with her open notebook to take notes, hiding the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips in doing so. How typical of him, she couldn't help but think with a slight shake of her head. She shifted her hold on the pen and pressed it to the paper, dismissing all thoughts that were unrelated to the course.