+ Headcanon: Yuki is an artist. Why? I forgot 0_0U I seem to write very short stories Dx
Kaai Yuki stares at her notebook, eyebrows furrowed. The mechanical pencil in her hand needs more lead, and stray eraser shavings coat her book and bed. After blowing the shavings away, a sigh escapes her lips. The drawing has not moved since she drew it, smile still in place and eyes sparkling in happiness. "I can't believe I just drew this..." she mutters and lets her head fall limply on the picture.
"It's not right for me to think of my sensei like this!" The figure's smiling face is nestled in-between bangs of dark hair, a graceful neck leading down to an exposed chest... Yuki tugs at her ponytails, teeth clenched and mentally berating herself for even thinking about him in that way.
The phone rings downstairs and is promptly answered by her mother. "Hello? Yes, Yuki is home. Why I'm sure she'd love to! You can stop by in a few minutes." Yuki's head snaps up and her lips form an 'o' shape. That was probably Len and Rin, she thinks, and her eyes stray to the suggestive picture of Kiyoteru Hiyama. Turning pink but wanting to add just a few small details, she picks up the pencil and draws in silence for a few minutes.
The figure gains life to her artist eyes and murmurs, "Kaai Yuki, I didn't see you in class today. Perhaps I will need to tutor you after school?" "KYAAAA!" screams the elementary school girl as blood rushes to her face. She shoves the picture under her pillow quickly.
"Your friends are here!" shouts her mom and Yuki shoots out the door, but screeches to a halt at the doorway. Cheeks still burning slightly, she blows a kiss to the teacher under her pillow and rushes downstairs to meet her friends.