[center][h2] Kenta Masanori [/h2][/center]

Kenta sighed gently once more, slipping quickly into the desk as he felt the two sets of eyes that remained in the room watch his progress. He looked around, taking stock of the teacher and the other student that he was about to share the next hour or so with. His eyes worked from the typical black hair that Kenta had come to realize long ago was the norm, to the thin hands and fingers to the slight body. He looked at the bandage on her arm and raised an eyebrow slowly. Maybe she was a delinquent. Kenta chewed at his bottom lip again. His eyes quickly took stock of her, before fixating on the teacher.  He sat straight and pulled a pen from his bag, eyes quickly moving from the two other denizens of the room to the paper upon his desk. 

The pen scratched away at the paper, ink forming characters of his name and the beginning of the simple paper. ‘what did I do wrong?’ Kenta thought ‘I guess I was just stuck trying to stop some graffiti and no one would believe me’ the blonde teen wrote as he thought before a scraping sound cut him from the simple monotony of the writing. The teacher was leaving. The girl quickly took advantage of the situation by laying out and stopping her paper. Kenta once more raised an eyebrow and simply watched, folding arms behind his head and taking stock of the situation as the girl lit up a smoke and asked him a simple question.

“Because that would be breaking the rules...and...I don’t do violence” he said, leaning back and coughing gently as the acrid curls of smoke invaded his nostrils. He never had smoked but couldn't think of a reason someone would want something that smelled like that in their mouth. He looked her over and gave a small smirk “so, how did a little girl like you end up here then hmm?” he asked quickly, the sarcasm sounding weird in his voice but he figured it was apt for the situation.