[center][img]https://s1.postimg.org/pvkcpuza7/fl36r_OW_75.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://s2.postimg.org/fvjow1qex/title108419120_295x.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#F50A83]#F50A83[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#0A8BF5]#0A8BF5 [/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] It was really quite amazing how quickly enthusiasm could turn right back to anxiety, leaving an otherwise calm person a nervous wreck within a matter of minutes. Fumika hadn't been paying much attention to the other students - she'd been far too busy staring at the doors into the classroom, anticipating the arrival of one particular person, and getting only more and more uneasy with each passing moment as the eagerly awaited face did not, in fact, appear. She began wondering if today would end up as a repeat of the earlier incident on the prior afternoon, and if Yoshida was not, in fact, coming to class. ...Unfortunately, this nagging worry quickly became the least of her problems, as, quite unexpectedly, a hand was brought down quite suddenly right in front of her, the sound of it impacting the desk snapping her quite suddenly back to reality. A somewhat imposing girl with black... no, very dark purple hair and incredibly intense blue eyes suddenly loomed over her, staring her right in the face. Fumika blinked in confusion, and found her own gaze very rapidly retreating from the girl's face. Her gaze was so accusatory and resolute... For just a moment, those eyes had almost looked like they'd belonged to her sister. The other girl seemed to hesitate a bit before speaking, but that didn't make what she was saying any more palatable. What did she mean, this was her seat? Fumika had been sitting here last time, and nobody had taken this spot... In fact, she didn't even recognize this girl from her class. Could she have possibly entered the wrong room by mistake? But that was inconcievable. Her name was on the teams list on the blackboard, and Jett and the shiny girl were both over there, and... But then why? Why couldn't she sit here? She wanted to sit next to Yoshida. She didn't want to sit anywhere else. She didn't want this girl to take the place she'd earned. But how could she just say something like that to somebody's face? That would have been so mean... She looked away, fretting and fussing with the ends of her hair while she stammered something incoherent, fumbling for words and not finding any to say. The solution was easy. It wouldn't cause anyone else any trouble if she just got up and moved. This was the simplest solution, so obviously, she should have taken this path as the path of least resistance. The intimidating girl was still staring sharply at her. She was probably getting angry that the person who'd taken her spot was so wishy-washy and dense. All it would take to end that was to stand up, apologize, and go far away. She could end the trouble here and now. But she couldn't bring herself to do that. She didn't want to go anywhere else. This was where her friend was sitting. If she could sit here, then she could talk to him. Or, if that bothered him too much, she could just listen to him talk. That much was fine, so long as he was... [color=#F50A83]"I'm sorry, but... um... I..."[/color] She tried to explain herself. She didn't want to be rude, but maybe, if she could just... But ah, this was so hard! If only Yoshida was here, he'd know what to- There was the sound of a bag being set down on the desk to her left. Her eyes shot up immediately, expecting to see Yoshida, here to resolve things and save her from this awkward situation, but instead, what she saw was the formidable dark-haired boy from the previous evening. He was... Didn't he know that this was Yoshida's seat?! Yoshida had said that it was important... That it was a seat that he had to get no matter what. She didn't know why that was, but if that was the case... And if she couldn't rely on Yoshida to protect her, then... She would protect Yoshida's seat, no matter what! [color=#F50A83]"Stop!"[/color] Before she realized quite what she was doing, she was already standing up, her hands raised in front of her both in a gesture to hopefully slow down Yashiro, and to cover her face so she wouldn't have to deal with either of their stares. She knew what she'd see if she looked at them. Of course they'd be angry at her. She was being unreasonable. They would probably hate her, or think that... no, [i]realize[/i] that she was stupid and annoying. She was just getting in the way, but... Even so, she had to... [color=#F50A83]"You... You can't sit here! This is where Yoshida always sits,"[/color] She declared, perhaps a bit more emphatically than was necessary. [color=#F50A83]"And so I need to sit here, too, or else I won't be able to talk to him..."[/color] Ah... this was so hard. It was so difficult, even moreso when she fully knew how unreasonable she was being. Of course it was selfish of her to insist on something like this when obviously, it had nothing to do with either of them. No doubt, she was just being stupid and inconvenient. The thought made her flush with shame, and she slowly hung her head, dropping back down into her seat. [color=#F50A83]"I'm sorry,"[/color] She apologized meekly, her fluffy bangs drooping down over her face in a futile effort to hide how red she was getting. She didn't want to be annoying. She shouldn't have been doing this. This wasn't simple. It wasn't easy. It made her feel terrible, but... but she [i]wanted[/i] this. If she had to give up now, then she'd feel even worse. Why couldn't they understand that? Why could they tell that insisting on this was her only option!? She raised her head slowly, trying to give as commanding a stare as possible, trying to look like Haruka would in a situation like this. [color=#F50A83]"I'm sorry, but... but both of you should sit somewhere else!"[/color] ...But try though she might to mimic her idol, why was it that she still felt almost no confidence in her words or in her actions? [@Aerandir][@Stale Pizza]