Sakura sits at the edge of the classroom, her chair tilted back dangerously on two legs. Her desk is a mess of scattered sketches filled with strange, grotesque creatures. She hums a disjointed tune, occasionally letting out a giggle that echoes awkwardly across the room. Some students glance her way, whispering about her odd behavior, but Sakura only grins to herself.
"Yeah, go ahead. Whisper all you want. Just stay over there, and we’ll get along just fine."
The bell rings, and the lesson begins. The whispers fade as the teacher starts explaining, but midway through the lesson, the teacher calls out to open the text books.
Sakura frowns slightly, rummaging through her bag before realizing she doesn’t have a book. The teacher notices and sighs, pointing toward tú, signaling to work with them
Sakura groans under her breath, reluctant to move, but complies anyway, dragging her chair noisily across the floor. She plops herself next to tú, giving them a sly grin.
"Guess you’re stuck with me now. Hope you don’t mind sharing with a weirdo."
She leans closer than necessary to peer at the book, her chaotic energy seeming even louder up close. Her fingers tap the desk rhythmically as her grin widens.
