tokiyaichinose-san:

Tokiya smiled a bit after he left, was it..? No, not possible. He couldn’t be, he kept his love locked away. His smile returned to the cold expression, why did it even matter? This was all confusing to him, he didn’t want to get hurt by Reiji, he saw how angry he could get, but he didn’t want to face it again, not while his sister was around now. Tokiya came over to her later that day, he had her transcripts and transfer papers in a folder, and her new schedule for the Winter semester in another. It was like he worked for the CIA, kind of. “Yuriko, I have your schedule. Please notify me if anything goes wrong in your schedule, I’ll be glad to change it. You will be sorted in S Class, along with Me, Kurusu, Jinguji-san, and Aijima. ” He also handed out a Dormitory pamphlet, “You will be in the Girls’ Dormitory, basic rules apply: No partying, No boys, all girls and boys must be in their dorms by 11 pm, yes we have curfew, unless we have a concert then it doesn’t matter.” He explained to her, he blushed as he noticed they were in close proximity to each other, Great, if Reiji even notices, then all hell will let loose.

After a lecture from Tskuimiya-sensei who continually insisted that she called him Ringo-sensei or Ringo-chan on what was expected of Yuriko at Satome, she went out of the fitting room. ‘Ne, it shouldn’t be a problem here, I suppose. Ichinose-san was nice enough to show me around anyways.' For the rest of the day, she ended up being found by her older brother. As always, he would be flamboyant and doting on her causing her to be slightly annoyed as she was trying to remember places for the next day. Once he left, the younger Kotobuki went off to breathe for a bit thinking about what she could possibly compose or write in the mean time. 'Thank god. I think I’m exhausted, but I still have to get some of these ideas down on paper.' As the bluenette approached the brunette, she accepted both papers gratefully. “Arigato, Ichinose-san. I hate to be intrusive, but may I ask what’s in the folder?” She noticed he was holding it almost protectively. Looking back at him, the tall young woman noticed he was blushing. “Are you feeling alright? Do you have a fever?” Oblivious to his affections, she was concerned for him. “I can get you a glass of water if you need it.”