Mitzu herself looked as if something that Nekozawa would gleefully accept into his black magic club immediately, wearing black clothes with a hood over her head to avoid the bright light, her eyes being abused last night by her mothers all too bright smile. But it could be worse. She could be wearing clothing from head to toe with darker than normal sunglasses on had it been her father that had used that smile against her. She was also exhausted having gotten very little sleep because of her mother dark circles under her eyes. Even though she did wear her uniform every day there were times that she had to wear clothes like these, much like a Gothic person from America might wear for her skin and eyes were much too sensitive her head on her desk said head killing her on the inside. She gave the classmate that tried to talk to her a death glare that not even Kyoya being woken up from staying up all night could ever hope to match the room instantly going ten degrees below freezing feeling as she placed her head back down forgetting that she shared the class with said Demon King of the Host Club. To put it plainly, she was not in a very good mood.