When his blue eyes finally settled on the young blonde girl who peeked from behind the doorway, he was a little more than taken aback. She was petite and quiet, and most of all, her rounded pale face was tinged with a rosy pink along her smooth cheekbones. At once, her appearance struck Yukio as that of almost a delicate child, a young lady that needed protection and tenderness. Shiemi was exactly the kind of girl, Yukio knew, that he would most definitely get along with. First impressions were always right, so he offered her a kind smile.