[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180429/38169c5131ce9e31b2075cbf81ccd127.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=gray][b]Family Restaurant, Fukushima City[/b]
7:35, April 2nd[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=silver]Kotone sat in relative silence as she listened to each and every word her new companion had to say. It was clear Kuroko would dominate the conversation, being more energetic to begin with, but Kotone made sure to pay attention while she snacked on her light breakfast. When all the distractions were done and dealt with, Kuroko began rambling off her phone number, offering herself as a person of advice to Kotone. 

Initially, Kotone wasn't sure if she should accept Kuroko's offer right out the gate. They had just met, and such close contact between near strangers made Kotone hesitate to write down Kuroko's number in her phone. Still, Kotone promised her father that she would attempt in some way to make friends this year, and despite her beliefs that it would be no different than last year, a solution presented itself.

[color=C27C46][b]"Sure, Koumori-san."[/b][/color]

Digging her phone back out of her school bag, Kotone pushed a few buttons to input Kuroko's phone number. Taking a second to double-check if the number was saved in the address book, Kotone soon froze in place as she read the time on her phone. Whilst it was only around an hour before school started, Kotone needed to get going or else she wasn't going to make it in time on her first day of school. [color=C27C46][b]"I... I have to get going. I'll talk to you later!"[/b][/color] Kotone exclaimed, hastily pulling out enough money for the cost of her meal.

Throwing her bag over her shoulder, Kotone nearly speed-walked to her chained up bicycle. Unlocking the chain, Kotone slid the bike lock back into her school bag, and begun to pedal in the direction of Uesugi Senior High. On a normal day, Kotone's thoughts would have been empty, yet which each push of the pedal, her thoughts were buzzing. It was her first day of her first year of high school, and Kotone had likely made a friend for the first time in forever.

A smile graced Kotone's face as she pedaled down a street. It was to be the year of Kotone.[/color][/indent]