There were a few faces that did not belong in the study club, but Yuuki wasn’t one to complain if students intended to take a legitimate interest in academics. As long as they put in a solid effort she wouldn’t say much against a few temporary additions to the roster. Surprised when Sora approached her, Yuuki tilted her head a bit, putting her pencil down to give him her undivided attention. He was one of the few guys at this school that seemed to value his education seriously, so she wasn't expecting what came next, despite her previous experiences with him.
"I'd like to apologize for the late arrival of Browning-san, Kitogawa-san and I, as well as take full responsibility. I had to change into a dry set of uniform after jumping into the pool with Misaki and my pants zipper was stuck which lead to Browning--"
Cheeks beginning to heat up, Yuuki blinked several times at his explanation. What on Earth was he about to say? Jumping a little as her fellow junior grabbed the senior, Yuuki's golden eyes shifted between them. While they were in the same class, Yuuki did not know much about Browning, Rhys. All she knew was that her fellow class president implied he was perverted. Sora's story seemed to slightly corroborate it. It wasn't lost on Yuuki that he had an intimidating presence, glancing away for a moment, adjusting her glasses. The boys seemed to settle on their own so there was no reason to interfere. Besides, it was probably better for her mental health to not know how that sentence ended. Picking up her pencil again, Yuuki began writing once more, fully aware of Sora's presence beside her, but altogether choosing not to make a big deal of it, at least not outwardly.
"If everyone can eat without making a mess, I've brought some cake to share. Everyone remember to properly thank Browning-san. I hope you don't mind I've brought a tag along, Fujioka-san... I will take full responsibility for her."
Sweets were not particularly Yuuki's thing, so the violet-haired junior did not partake, not that she would fault the others. There was just something about super sugary things that did not sit right with her tastebuds. Perhaps it was all mental because sweets were not healthy seeing as she used to eat them just fine in her younger years, "I don't mind, anyone is welcome at any time as long as they work hard and do not cause problems for the club or it's members." Yuuki responded without hesitation, not all that concerned with those that were not official members.
As the state of Shiori's wellbeing was being investigated by both Sora and Rhys, Yuuki did not look up from her work. She trusted they could handle it, besides, the girl was still upright, it could not have been too serious if it was the sudden onset of illness. There was a very slim chance that anything life-threatening was going on, "If you feel sick Kitogawa-senpai you may go home early, health trumps everything... always." Her opinion was probably a bit more emotional than the violet-haired girl would like, she preferred to stonewall everyone, but it was difficult to keep everyone out when so many people knew how to climb.
"Browning-san, instead of a breather she needs a kiss. Fujioka-san can attest that it is effective."
Nearly dropping her own pencil this time, Yuuki's attention shot to Sora, blinking at him in disbelief. Why was he telling everyone something like that? It was extremely difficult to keep herself composed, but she reminded herself that she was not only the female freshman class representative, she was also the president of the school's study club. She had to bring order to the group, "...I don't believe that is a topic for the library, Senpai..." Yuuki pinched the bridge of her nose, her glasses askew as she tried to keep her patience. Rocco and Kei... now Sora... there were a lot of troubles the violet-haired freshman now had to sort through that she had never experienced before. Shiori took her leave, and to be honest, Yuuki felt tempted to do the same. It wasn't very professional to do so, so she simply cleared her throat adopting a no-nonsense expression, "I'm sure that we all have work to do. Does anyone need help?" She offered her assistance to get everyone back on the right track.
Frowning at the package that came in, she opened it already aware of what was inside. She needed only to see the damage. There were two outfits, one blue and one pink. Choosing to get the dress out of the way early on, Yuuki changed into the pink outfit her mother sent, shaking her head. Picking up her phone she sent a quick text to Rocco's number that he snuck into her phone without asking. The message sent notification immediately made her nervous, her hand coming up to her chest. Why was her chest tightening all of a sudden? This was a bad idea... but now he had her number anyway. It had already gone through. He'd see the message. Darn it. Now she had to own it. Switching his name in her phone to something more suiting, Yuuki tapped the device against her lips with a sense of dread.
From: x (xxx) xxx-xxxx
To: Headache
If you're still going, I'll be at the station in roughly fifteen minutes. Let me know if you're in our out. - Yuuki
To: Headache
If you're still going, I'll be at the station in roughly fifteen minutes. Let me know if you're in our out. - Yuuki
It was completely against her own fashion sense yet again, but she knew it would make her father happy. While she would have felt a thousand times more comfortable in her hoodies and jean shorts, Yuuki wanted to do everything in her power to make him happy, just in case. That was all it took for Yuuki to subject her to whatever was in store for her. Her stomach began to ache yet again, reminded that this would be her first time meeting a classmate outside of school since elementary. The dance was a mandatory school function, and costumes were hardly casual. The only thing she found mildly reassuring was the fact that Rocco had a girlfriend, yet she couldn't help wondering when the two decided to go out. Was it before or after the moment in the bathroom? Before his lunch date with Hakuryu-senpai? She knew that he still had no qualms pressing his knee up her skirt even with a girlfriend though... I feel really bad for Himewari-san... Yuuki sighed.
Heading out despite her better judgement, Yuuki adjusted the strap of her bag and her glasses. She received a few more looks on the street than she was comfortable with, but she ignored everyone around her as usual. It still came to her as easy as breathing, even if the same could not be said about her time at school. What was it about that place, about it's students that seemed to take a sledgehammer to all of her carefully built defenses? Once she made it to the station, Yuuki checked her phone, going ahead and paying for the tickets before he even got back with her despite her cold, serious text. Leaning against one of the pillars, Yuuki sat her bag beside her on the ground. She wasn't accustomed to not having any books in her posession to keep both her hands and mind occupied. The class president was standing there alone, like a fish out of water. It's for Father... It's for Father... It's for Father... It's for Father... she repeated like a mantra in attempt to steady her racing heart, hand returning to it wishing she could force it to relax. She knew she wasn't listening to Sora's advice about him at all and that made her feel guilty, but she was... truly nervous to see him? Was it because she figured he would begin his usual antics? Was that truly all it was? She still wasn't happy with how he handled the situation with Aeon... but if they were going to go on this trip, she had to shut everything out. She convinced herself of that, because if it was anything else, this was truly going to be an awkward trip. She couldn't afford to feel, well, anything. For him or anyone else for that matter. She didn't have that luxury.