Lucy gave the boy in front of her an icy stare, her eyes tracing from his extended hand to his face, and back again. Several seconds passed before she finally put away her green notebook and took his hand in her own. "Hello," she said monotonously. "And who are you?" At that moment, she heard a loud remark across the classroom, echoing off the walls. Something about superheros and robots....she turned around to find the source of the voice, only for her eyes to take in the sight of a purple haired girl with headphones on. It could have been anyone really, but no doubt she was supposed to be "Robot Girl". She ignored the outburst and turned back to the boy. Then that meant that "Superhero" was- A flash of pain spiked through her chest, and she instinctively clenched the side of her desk. A frown was welling up on her face, and she immediately began packing up her things. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she gave the boy a curt nod. "Sorry. I have to go." Well that was rather rude. Nevertheless, she didn't look back as she practically ran out of the classroom, heading for the nearest restroom available. The pain in her chest grew all the more intense with each step she took.... --- By the time she reached the restroom, Lucy's breathes were coming out in small, ragged gasps. She fiddled around in her bag before producing a small jar of capsules. Almost ripping the top off, she poured a single pill in her palm and popped it into her mouth. Turning on the sink, she cupped water around her hands and began taking huge gulps desperately. After about two or three, she stopped. All she could do now was wait. After another minute or so, the pain that had begun to sting her chest now slowly subsided, eventually becoming numb. The red head gasped aloud as she pried her hands away from her chest. It was only then that she realized she was shaking. That had been close. Too close. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to deduce what exactly triggered the attack. Probably that purple haired girl and her little outburst. She would have to be careful. These days, anything could set it off.... Gingerly placing the jar back into her bag, Lucy steeled herself. She wasn't allowed to show weakness. The world wouldn't grant her that mercy. No, she mused as she stepped out of the restroom and began walking back to class. She wouldn't rely on anyone. She would endure her failing heart alone. Even if it killed her. --- Entering the classroom, Lucy noticed that several more students were loitering around. Lunch still had about 15 minutes left, and most chose this time to hang out anywhere. Even her beloved sanctuary. Typical. Walking back to her desk, she noticed that the boy was still there. Ignoring him, she sat down, unpacked her lunch for the second time that day, and began chewing in silence. After another minute of so, she finally addressed the boy. "Oh, you forgot to tell me your name," she said, as if nothing else had happened.