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

[b]"[color=orange]Pretty boy?[/color]"[/b] Kenta raised an eyebrow at the comment. He never really took stock in appearances and never really deemed himself pretty. A small frown worked its way across his pale lips. The sarcasm was simply laughed at. Kenta supposed it did sound funny to his own ears. The giggles from the girl that was seemingly his only company in this room was cute. Though the smoking made him think less so. His pen scribbled absently across the page, writing simple answers as he watched the girl move. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, tousling it slowly. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed as she straddled the chair in front of him. The smoke curling from her lips pulled outside by the open window. This was something else. He felt almost intimidated. 

[b]"[color=paleturquoise]Haven't seen you around before...Masanori. How'd a big guy like you lay down so low, eh? Don't tell me you were actually avoiding me?[/color]"[/b]

Kenta just simply smiled at the question. [b]"[color=orange] How am I supposed to avoid someone I don't know?[/color]"[/b] He placed his arms behind his head and leant backwards. He had no clue who she was in all honesty. He had always kind of been 'quiet' and pretty straight laced. This girl, smoking on school grounds and comfortable in detention was something he was unaccustomed to. He was almost interested. Almost.