"Yes, I am." Fuyuki was glad that she got that right for the first time. She gazed at Misaki for a bit as she was fascinated by her green eyes. It reminded her of Jay. Is it possible that this girl is a foreigner too? It seemed this school has a lot of them. Then again, it wasn't surprising since Airdalen caters to the international community. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Serinuma-san." She offered her hand for a handshake. "You could call me, Fuyu." She then noted that Misaki was in a male uniform. She was sure that an interesting story was behind that. Misaki seemed to notice her curious gaze and explained that her uniform got wet.
"Oh! Are you all right then?" Fuyuki took the vacant seat beside Misaki. "If you feel unwell, you could excuse yourself okay? I would not mind, health is wealth." She offered with a friendly smile. "It is a good thing that boys in this school are quite the gentlemen, aren't they?" Her acacia-colored eyes revealed nothing, but a sincere observation. She then looked back at the board. Well, it should not be that difficult. English might not be her mother language, but it was essential in those social functions with foreign diplomats. That reminds her, "Serinuma-san, do you have foreign blood?"
Fuyuki gazed at Misaki with that big-eyed innocent radiance of curiosity and excitement. "You have lovely green eyes. It's a shade similar to Jay-chan." She gave a bright smile and then placed her notebook and pen on the desk. She could feel eyes on her form and she has a good idea to whom it belonged to. But, the things she did in the past must continue to play out. The dice that had been cast has yet to stop rolling until now. She has no intentions of intervening with it. She knew well that she was being unfair not only to J, but to everyone else.
"Otsukare sama desu." Fuyuki wrote it down. "That means, good work." She wrote it down with confidence. "Keiri." She busied herself in writing down the words and phrases that pops into her head. "That's accounting." There was not a sign of oddity about her as she continued on. "If we keep this up, I'm sure we'll be finish soon, Serinuma-san." She then had a friendly smile on her face. "We're partners, so please rely on me if you need any help." She then continued on with the work.
But, it would be wrong to assume that Fuyuki is not paying attention to what was happening around her. She is incredibly sensitive and aware of what goes around the vicinity near her. She simply acts as if it never reaches her. In the place, she had been born to. The duty she had been chained to. It had crafted her into this 'Fuyuki' they all see. The things she does. The words she says. The feelings she portrays. All of them constantly haunt her, but she had chosen a path and with her stubbornness, there was no turning back. That is how it is.
Acacia-hued eyes briefly glanced to where J is. Fuyuki saw him with Shi and Gen. He wasn't looking and that was a good thing. She knew he was acting out and making mischief. But, it is not her place to stop him. Without anyone noticing, she returned to her work. She won't deny the sadness inside of her or the consistent gnawing in her very soul. There was not a day or moment that she ever forgot such emotion. But as always, nothing surfaced at all. No one could tell any difference,. Her presence remained casually friendly. Her eyes showed carefree cheer. There was nothing different. Nothing as the sound of bells tinkled around her.
Intellect +1 Fuyuki"Oh! Are you all right then?" Fuyuki took the vacant seat beside Misaki. "If you feel unwell, you could excuse yourself okay? I would not mind, health is wealth." She offered with a friendly smile. "It is a good thing that boys in this school are quite the gentlemen, aren't they?" Her acacia-colored eyes revealed nothing, but a sincere observation. She then looked back at the board. Well, it should not be that difficult. English might not be her mother language, but it was essential in those social functions with foreign diplomats. That reminds her, "Serinuma-san, do you have foreign blood?"
Fuyuki gazed at Misaki with that big-eyed innocent radiance of curiosity and excitement. "You have lovely green eyes. It's a shade similar to Jay-chan." She gave a bright smile and then placed her notebook and pen on the desk. She could feel eyes on her form and she has a good idea to whom it belonged to. But, the things she did in the past must continue to play out. The dice that had been cast has yet to stop rolling until now. She has no intentions of intervening with it. She knew well that she was being unfair not only to J, but to everyone else.
"Otsukare sama desu." Fuyuki wrote it down. "That means, good work." She wrote it down with confidence. "Keiri." She busied herself in writing down the words and phrases that pops into her head. "That's accounting." There was not a sign of oddity about her as she continued on. "If we keep this up, I'm sure we'll be finish soon, Serinuma-san." She then had a friendly smile on her face. "We're partners, so please rely on me if you need any help." She then continued on with the work.
But, it would be wrong to assume that Fuyuki is not paying attention to what was happening around her. She is incredibly sensitive and aware of what goes around the vicinity near her. She simply acts as if it never reaches her. In the place, she had been born to. The duty she had been chained to. It had crafted her into this 'Fuyuki' they all see. The things she does. The words she says. The feelings she portrays. All of them constantly haunt her, but she had chosen a path and with her stubbornness, there was no turning back. That is how it is.
Acacia-hued eyes briefly glanced to where J is. Fuyuki saw him with Shi and Gen. He wasn't looking and that was a good thing. She knew he was acting out and making mischief. But, it is not her place to stop him. Without anyone noticing, she returned to her work. She won't deny the sadness inside of her or the consistent gnawing in her very soul. There was not a day or moment that she ever forgot such emotion. But as always, nothing surfaced at all. No one could tell any difference,. Her presence remained casually friendly. Her eyes showed carefree cheer. There was nothing different. Nothing as the sound of bells tinkled around her.
Popularity +1 Misaki