No memory, no family, and no way of knowing where she came from. The staff told her over and over again that gaining another family would help her more than waiting. Mao, a kind-hearted girl was a little too naive for the world right now. Even now...
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" Ah, the girl of the hour."
The headmaster greeted the woman with a warm smile - Directing her right to the armchair next to the young man in the room. "Have a seat dear." He ordered kindly, his hand pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Uh-"
Moa managed a slight squeak. Her mouth opened to say something and then closed. He was early, after all. But she made an effort to smile nervously and nod her head in thanks. Her green dress swaying behind her gently as she made her way around the chair to sit down.
Then, her eyes slowly slanted in the direction of the stares burning her back - Or shoulder as it were. A man with wine-colored eyes gave her the once over, the soft curls framing his face should have made him girly and it did. But not in a way that she could say was ugly or unflattering for him, in fact, it proved to give him more or less a more delicate look.
merely rose a delicate eyebrow in her direction, his lips thinned at the interruption, and from the look of it, he was judging her by her entrance.
It wasn't really the same. For a moment the great gang lord found himself shocked, Yuki bombed with praise over her play pal and this was her? He found himself in disbelief, not disapproval. For a moment he turned back to the man in question his hand gently curled over his chin in thought. Sliding his eyes in another direction, looking thoughtful.
How did she manage to befriend her? By no means is his sister mean, but she was... A little too much. Constantly hyper even. It still didn't make him see how anyone could handle his sister all day.
