| Yoshino Sohma |
Yoshino immediately felt guilt course through her body as Kenji obeyed the teacher, leaving the class so as to avoid disrupting it once more. The pink haired girl watched him go with reserved red eyes before she sighed and quietly packed her notepad, glancing to the teacher as the door shut.
"Takahiro-sensei?" The Sohma murmured softly, her pale skin tone making this act easier for her as she cleared her throat. "I don't feel very well..." Truthfully, she felt nauseous. Yoshino had never been one to handle the feeling of guilt very well and it was, quite literally, making her feel horrible inside. Takahiro-sensei, after a few moments, nodded and motioned to the girl to leave. "Go see the nurse or call someone to come get you," she muttered before turning back to her notes and continuing the lesson.
Yoshino was silent as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the classroom, shooting a glance to the Rat and Rabbit of the Zodiac as she closed the door behind herself. Keiko was the Head of the Sohma family's pet, so to speak, and Yimme was a kind but emotional girl; however, she hoped that both Sohma's wouldn't bring her sudden 'illness' up later.
With this in mind, the pale skinned girl made her way down the hall and out into the chilly weather as she headed toward her favourite tree. It was an old withered sakura tree and rested on the outer parts of the field where many students often had their lunch. Speaking of students... Yoshino could see someone already there and her guess turned out to be right on the mark as she came upon Kenjiko Hima.
He was sitting comfortably against the trunk of the tree, his body hiding from the biting wind that called restlessly. He held his sketchbook in one hand, the other holding a pencil which lightly brushed the page and transformed it from a blank slate to a progressive piece of art.
"May I sit with you?" Yoshino spoke up, her voice filling a soundless break the wind had taken. Without even waiting for the male's response, the female seated herself in a way that was decent and respectable. After all, she had her school uniform on. Stupid skirts.
She tilted her head to watch Kenji's hand fly over the paper but he had stopped and, instead, raised her red-eyed gaze to meet his. "What are you drawing, Hma-san?" The teenager asked softly, her eyes the only part of her expression that appeared even slightly closed off; a typical sight when it came to the Sohma.