Yuko let out a soft grunt as a much taller body connected with her's. She quickly flashed her sharpest of glares upwards, but it quickly faltered when the unfamiliar silver haired boy gave a tired apology. A sweet smile then claimed her face and the dark-haired first year stepped back and nodded,

"It's quite alright," Hayato's looks had obviously smitten the vice pres, and because of this her voice was filtered to be honey-drenched as flirty, "it's my fault for not looking. I'm very, very sorry." Her head lowered, hair shimmering over her shoulders, and then Yuko straightened and slipped passed Hayato, exiting the room with one final smile. Tsukimi, who had been the only reason for Yuko to come to a second-year classroom, watched the whole ordeal with curious eyes. In her hands was a cluster of paper, all for Aoi as the first-year had explained very thoroughly, and on her tongue was a variety of questions for Hayato, but she had no reason to ask any of them yet. 

[i]'Oh well, better put these away for now...'[/i] 

But just as her mind displayed this thought, a familiar bespectacled girl peeked in through one of the hall windows and waved. Aoi. Her face was expressionless as it normally was in public, but Tsukimi easily read that the girl wished to talk a bit before classes started. A small, mostly unfamiliar smile met the pink-haired girl's lips and she stood, sliding between the desk until she reached the door where Hayato had entered through. Aoi quickly approached and nodded in greeting.

"Here," Tsukimi held out the papers quickly, "stuff from the meeting yesterday, Iki-san brought them." Aoi accepted them with a soft sigh of reassurance, then nodded towards the almost empty halls,

"Let's walk around, until classes start." Aoi whispered, blue eyes wide and friendly behind her glasses. Tsukimi nodded and grinned, grabbing the black-haired Pres by the arm. There was slight hesitation in her friend's steps though, and Tsukimi glanced back once and realized her friend was focused on the back if Hayato, who was still somewhat in the doorway, and then with a wide smile she tugged the smaller girl forward and took of sprinting down the hall, Aoi in tow.

"No running in the hall, Tsukimi!" She cried out between breathing, mouth a gap with confusion.

"He's cute, isn't he?" 

"What?"

"Nothing! Lets go see the flowers!"

And the two girls continued down the hall at a near break-neck speed, giggling quietly.