[b]Toma Tanaka[/b]

Toma's legs felt like jello. He had to make a conscious effort to not wobble with every step. That was fine with him, though. It was proof that he had done something today.

The ten suicides he had been told to do by Arata had been tiring, but for whatever reason, he had decided to continue going. He'd lost count somewhere in the thirties, only stopping once Arata came up to him and told him to, wondering what was taking him so long. Toma had been blacking out by that point, the edges of his vision slowly going dark.

And then he had spent another hour with the other members, running around some more. 

A gust of cool wind kicked up, ruffling his thrown-on uniform and displacing his messy hair -- which was even worse than usual after all the running and sweating.

As he pushed his bangs away from his forehead, he noticed a girl further up ahead, wearing Warakuma High's uniform, though instead of the jacket she had on some kind of sweater.

It was the sweater that helped him recognize her as Hamada Leiko. She seemed to be fairly popular at school, as whenever he saw her in the halls, she always seemed to have an entourage. Not only that, but he had heard about her from some of his classmates he had spoken with over the week. He had heard some not-so-pleasant stories, but felt that they were likely exaggerated or altered. Perhaps he could find out for himself by talking to her and seeing what she was really like for himself.

Toma decided there would be no harm in saying hi. Maybe she'd even recognize him, if only by his face. After all, he liked to think he had a presence. Maybe not as prominent and dominating as Leiko's, but a presence nonetheless. Holding onto a small plastic bag that held the things his mother had asked him to get, he quickened his pace until he caught up to her.

"Hello," he said with the subdued cheeriness that seemed to define him. "You're Hamada-san, right? I'm a third-year at Warakuma, Tanaka Toma. I just moved here this week."

There we go, he had introduced himself. Now he'd just wait for her reaction, and use that to judge whether she was up for a conversation or if he needed to make a quick exit.