[h2]Sunye Kirima[/h2]
[@Hebigami Shiho]
Keikaku. Motherfucking. Doori. 

It didn't take much to neutralize the songbird, did it? Her short spiel was admittedly rather lacking in tact, but she took the bait like a good fish. Just went to show that someone lacking in mental fortitude like her wasn't good enough to hang around her precious Onii-chan. Sunye watched Namashiya make her way closer and closer to her brother, tears streaming down her concealed face, and took that as her cue to get out of there before Sasaki could catch sight of her. With little fanfare, Sunye sprung from the bench and entered the school building via the closest entrance and melted into the crowd herself.

Following the direction of the academic mass, the kawaii imouto caught sight of another kawaii imouto, except the other one was yelling words very loudly. Words that could be easily misinterpreted. Seeing that this individual was no threat to her livelihood, Sunye tapped the older, light-haired girl on the shoulder. "Excuse me," the Level 3 addressed, "But are you okay?"
[h2]Sasaki Kirima[/h2]
[@Kyun][@Suku]
"Mhm," the giant of a boy hummed wiith a nod, "It really was very good." Petals drifted through the courtyard, carried by the light spring breeze. It was almost like something out of a manga. The world seemed to be at peace here, nothing but the dull backdrop of the Academy City's hustle and bustle to accompany the serenity of this courtyard. So far, today was looking brighter and brighter. "Guess you don't owe me that song anymore," Sasaki joked before taking on a more serious tone, "You're definitely as good as you said you were, back then."

The titan allowed the peaceful silence to settle between the two rather than the awkward one that had punctuated their previous discourse. However, instead of being broken by one of the two, another individual appeared. Kotori Namashiya, a hero to many, a friend to himself, and deliverer of breakfast it seemed. He didn't too much note in the girl's stuttering. After all, she was a timid sort and admittedly it was a rather awkward and very misinterpretable situation. However, before he could thank the mousy young girl, she left with a vigor after apologizing for some perceived trouble that she'd caused. "...What was that..?" the befuddled young man murmured, watching the songbird retreat into the cage of her timidity. He glanced around the courtyard attempting to find Sunye as Aria asked about Kotori, but found neither hide nor tail of his younger sibling. Finally, when his gaze was directed down to Aria, Sasaki took note of the wet spots dotting where she had stood previously. Had Kotori been... crying?

"I... I guess I know her, but at the same time, it's like I don't," Sasaki admitted, voice monotone as he looked down to the bento in his hands, "Hey... Fabre-chan, I know you and I don't really know each other that well and all, but can I ask you to do an important favor for me?" He passed the box to the violinist, "Can you go check up on my friend and give this back to her? I... don't think she wants to see me right now and I've got a real bad feeling about all this.."

That finally said, the giant took a seat on a bench beside the young, somewhat effeminate individual and put his face in his hands. He sighed, remaining silent in his very mopey position as he began to run through the events of the last time he had seen Kotori in an attempt to find the root of the problem, so to speak. He'd left class, administered some very ghetto first aid to several (un?)lucky people, and carried the telekinetic to the infirmary. Not much in the way of 'publicly available' trouble anywhere there... There was always [i]that[/i], but he'd made a point not to mention such to Sunye. Maybe he'd done a worse job than he'd thought. Resting his chin on his hands, a quick look at the contents of the adjacent individual's drawing pad made Sasaki realize an unintended consequence of his actions. "Oi, artist-kun," Sasaki said, finally addressing the artist-kun in question, "Sorry for ruining your drawing."