[ Lecter is a professor that Haruka has only recently studied under. Ever since the biology teacher took a sudden medical leave after being found unconscious alone in her empty classroom, Lecter has had to guide some lectures for Haruka's class, as well as a few others, with the aid of an auxiliary substitute teacher.
It's been fairly uneventful otherwise; Lecter is more akin to a finely-chiseled statue than anything else, congenial enough, yet there seems to be no transparency about him. Haruka hasn't even noticed a gap in his seams, no visible cracks in his stone visage. It's something she can kind of relate to.
Haruka has to be impressed, that Lecter suspects her facial injury is a result of excessive sportsmanship, and not some scuffle. Even with her attempt at deflecting certain potential questions, she still expected to get mother-henned. It's the typical treatment from other instructors, after all.
She has to refuse a grimace that tickles her cheeks when he asks to accompany her; in closer proximity, she may give more away than what she's comfortable with. Alas, it's even more suspicious to refuse.
She shrugs a stiff shoulder, while she slings her briefcase over her other shoulder. ] Fine by me.
[ There's a small commotion at the end of the hallway, behind Haruka, where this and another hall join. Two women, one recognizable as the nurse (and the other more probably a secretary than a teacher) come frantically into view as they shuffle in hurriedly.
'Excusez-moi!' they shout as they run past Tenou. One of them places a gentle hand on her upper arm, bracing each other from colliding. Thankfully, the older woman doesn't notice it when Harkua flinches against a visceral reaction to the searing pain that bursts against her skin. It cuts the student off from her barely budding thought, a wonder at what the excitement is all about, where are they rushing off to?
Though, Haruka might have a pretty good idea where they're hurrying off to, and why. ]
just as fate does
It's been fairly uneventful otherwise; Lecter is more akin to a finely-chiseled statue than anything else, congenial enough, yet there seems to be no transparency about him. Haruka hasn't even noticed a gap in his seams, no visible cracks in his stone visage. It's something she can kind of relate to.
Haruka has to be impressed, that Lecter suspects her facial injury is a result of excessive sportsmanship, and not some scuffle. Even with her attempt at deflecting certain potential questions, she still expected to get mother-henned. It's the typical treatment from other instructors, after all.
She has to refuse a grimace that tickles her cheeks when he asks to accompany her; in closer proximity, she may give more away than what she's comfortable with. Alas, it's even more suspicious to refuse.
She shrugs a stiff shoulder, while she slings her briefcase over her other shoulder. ] Fine by me.
[ There's a small commotion at the end of the hallway, behind Haruka, where this and another hall join. Two women, one recognizable as the nurse (and the other more probably a secretary than a teacher) come frantically into view as they shuffle in hurriedly.
'Excusez-moi!' they shout as they run past Tenou. One of them places a gentle hand on her upper arm, bracing each other from colliding. Thankfully, the older woman doesn't notice it when Harkua flinches against a visceral reaction to the searing pain that bursts against her skin. It cuts the student off from her barely budding thought, a wonder at what the excitement is all about, where are they rushing off to?
Though, Haruka might have a pretty good idea where they're hurrying off to, and why. ]