[b]Suna Kumoshita[/b]

Honestly, Suna was expecting this kind of reaction from the girl. He had this kind of stupid vendetta against authority, too, back at the middle school's first grade. He had expected words that won't make it past censors to rattle off her mouth, but instead surprised when a jumbled, somewhat unintelligible chain of noises entered his ears instead. He spent several seconds trying to make the head and tails of what she said, but the sentence, a non-sequitur as far as Suna was concerned, was lost.

He only figured out what the girl was all about when she pulled out a notepad. [i]'By any chance, is she mute?'[/i] he thought. Suddenly he found himself in a loss on how to act, especially after the girl found out that she was out of paper. She then glared at him. Oh boy, he could sense the awkward atmosphere coming at him in 3... 2... 1...

But what came instead was a bonk to his head. "Ouch." he said. It didn't hurt but he still said it out of reflex. [i]'Those tomboys are always quick to get physical.'[/i] he thought, still maintaining a relatively carefree smile on his face. The girl put her hands on her hips and stared daggers at him. He could spot an almost-pout. Even though he was slightly shorter than her, he found the gesture cute. No, not exactly, that glare was definitely full of annoyance. What he found cute was her difficulty of conveying meanings without words to help her, a problem that wasn't exclusive to the mutes.

But he realized smiling there and appreciating her anger wouldn't resolve anything. Suna reached for his bag and pulled out a notebook, "Well, it wouldn't be fair if I'm the only one speaking here." he gave it to her, "Either way, there's time and place for you to do away with the rules, but here you're just going to embarrass yourself and gave a bad impression for the--" Suna's words suddenly froze; he might've made a mistake in lecturing her. Hoping that nothing will fall apart, Suna forced himself to continue "--new students." he said.