[h3][color=lightcoral]Katsuragi Rin[/color][/h3]
[i][color=gray]Masuda High School[/color][/i]
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Regardless of whether or not the strange computer girl paid her any mind, Rin is quick to pack up her things the minute the bells rang. Her first draft was mostly finished--she'd have to work on it more during her next few classes; she decided that Shiro Amakusa was the most important figure, somehow being the same age as her yet accomplishing so much. She never knew people her age could be so influential. Could [i]she[/i] be like him someday? Probably not, the days of the Shimabara Rebellion long over, and honestly? She'd probably cry if she had to speak to so many people.

Rin grips her bag straps after packing away her finished bento. This school wasn't nothing like what she saw on TV, it was kind of weird.

Then again, the whole school was a little weird. Maybe it didn't mean anything, maybe it did. Rin spends a few seconds or so observing the school staff--particularly the head lunch lady, before leaving the cafeteria as the crowd died down. Maybe she'd try the school lunch someday, it'd put less stress on her mom, and it didn't look that bad.

By the time she makes it to class, her usual windbreaker is off like nothing even happened. She crosses her arms and feels a chill; she'd just have to bear with it until the day was over.