[b]Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Streets[/b]

The first thing that went through Toma's mind is that it seemed that there was at least a [i]little[/i] truth to the stories he had heard of this girl.

Or maybe she was just having a bad day. Or maybe he had gone about introducing himself wrong, thanks to having gotten used to meeting exceptionally friendly people like Kotori and Aiko. 

Being this close to her, he could clearly see how put-together she was. Her clothing was tidy and clean and she wore a fancy-smelling perfume. Even the way she carried her bags seemed sophisticated. Meanwhile, he looked like he had just walked through a car wash.

Maybe he hadn't thought this through all the way.

She spoke to him with a practiced politeness -- a politeness that was no where near as genuine as Kotori's. Leiko clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and Toma was certain that she was intentionally trying to convey that fact. He gave the smallest of sighs as she continued.

And then she dropped the thinly-veiled insult, causing Toma to raise an eyebrow and give a small laugh. "Do I really look that out of place? That's unfortunate, but I guess that's what happens when I don't spend every waking moment worrying about my appearance," he said, meeting Leiko's stare with a confident and ever-so-slightly smug grin. A moment passed before he averted his gaze and sighed again, more audibly this time, deciding that being stupid and confrontational would get him nowhere.

"I thought it'd be nice if I offered you a hand with all the stuff you're carrying, seeing as we go to the same school and all," he said tiredly, looking back towards the girl. "But if I'm just bothering you, let me know and I'll piss off."