[h3]IKARI[/H3]

After barely managing to not get expelled from school, Ikari was being led by Misaki to the nurse's office, her smooth and smaller hand tightly holding his own, like making sure that he didn't escape from her this time. He could only sigh, as her persistence was bigger than his own annoyance, so going to house directly was a no-no for him right now. The duo entered without uttering a single word into the infirmary, Ikari sitting on a free bed while Misaki grabbed some bandages to patch his hand. There was no nurse or teacher in the room, so they had to heal their own injuries. 

Ikari avoided to look at her directly, while she patched his hand with a pout. She looked [i]almost[/i] cute like that. Almost. The blond was still pissed by the events that had transpired just some time ago, and he wasn't in the whole hormonal teenager mood. He glanced a little at her. She looked concentrated. Or angry. It didn't really matter.

[Color=blue]"You're an idiot, you know that?"[/color] He stated like a matter of fact, not caring that it could offend her. [Color=blue]"If you just acted like the perfect student you're supposed to be, I would be the only one that got punished. Yer too much of a goody-two-shoes for your own good"[/color] Ikari kept expressing his thoughts, not missing a beat as words instantly slipped off of his mouth. They weren't little kids anymore. Consequences could be even harsher than just a little scolding, and the blond couldn't even begin to comprehend what was pushing this girl to stand up for him. Hell, he was sure she didn't really knew if he was the real Ikari or not...so why? He wanted to be enlightened in the why of such behavior, to know why she would help some stranger she just met a few hours ago.

That was Misaki for ya. Not your everyday hero, but a hero of her own choosing nonetheless.