
Haru Miaki
Haru actually couldn't believe that he had allowed himself to get caught so easily in a trap such as that, forced into a corner so he couldn't refuse. Grumbling lowly to himself, he found a sigh escaping his lips, and he couldn't help wishing that he hadn't said a word about a trade off. He had gotten up, moving toward the end of the hall where the school nurse was aiding a student who obvious was just attempting to ditch their class. Almost dragging his feet, he pulled up his sleeve and showed her the damage that had been done, allowing her to look him over before his own family doctor had arrived to provide a better clue. He was only briefly asked about how it had occurred, and he had provided a flat out lie, not wanting to explain just yet. He didn't say anything when his hand was wrapped in a hardening gauze, and nothing when his family physician had excused himself to make a few phone calls- and Haru knew all to well just whom the man would be calling. He merely returned to the group he had excused himself from, his make shift cast securely placed, his sleeve draped over it. All he could hope was that his father would be kinder than he usually was... Looking at Kizuki, he said one thing- "Your turn."