Haru Miaki
Haru Miaki held his bag over his shoulder, walking silently though the large courtyard inside the school. His eyes gazed over the populous, looking over faces and keeping alert over where he was going. Through the years that he had been at the school, he had learned the diagram of the property as though it were the back of his hand, so making his way toward the usual place- the music room. It was then that he had noticed a girl laying beneath one of the trees, gazing at the sky, and he couldn't stop himself from looking at her. Quietly, brightly shined shoes tapping against the concrete flooring, he stood a good meter away from her, not wanting to get her attention. What would he really say to her if he had? The time would come, and he would eventually be stuck to his usual answers... whatever they would be.