Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
Doodles
Minako winced as something collided with the back of her head, jerking her out of her daydream. Glancing at the floor beside her desk, she noticed a paper airplane. Annoyed, she picked it up and spun around to look for the culprit.
Makoto raised her arm a little to try to draw her blonde friend's attention to her. Her eyes widened as she saw Minako's eyes narrow at a boy in the back of the classroom who was looking back at her nervously. Makoto hurriedly crumpled up a blank piece of paper and tossed it forward.
Minako glared at the ball of paper that had just bounced off her head. Realizing it couldn't have come from the scared boy a few seats behind her, she focused her attention on the other side of the room. Makoto was waving her arm. Minako's eyebrows rose in confusion. Her brunette friend pointed at something to the left. The soldier of love followed the finger with her eyes and let out a gasp.
Looking back at Makoto, she mouthed, "What is she doing?"
Makoto shrugged.
Minako looked back at the girl Makoto had previously brought her attention, too. Usagi wasn't asleep. She wasn't eating and she didn't have a manga hidden behind her school books. Instead, she was writing in a notebook. Curious, and a little concerned, at her friend's odd behavior, Minako leaned across the aisle, trying to see onto the desk that was diagonal from her own. Unfortunately, the rows were too far apart for her to see anything.
"Usagi-chan!" she hissed.
The odango-haired girl jumped and looked at Minako.
"Are you actually writing notes?"
Usagi pulled her notebook to her chest. "Y-yes. Ami-chan said I should if I want to do better in school," she whispered.
Minako looked at her skeptically.
"You're going to fall, Minako-chan. Sit up right."
"Are you really taking notes?"
"Yes!"
"Oh," Minako said, looking disappointed. With a frown, she sat up straight.
Usagi sighed and placed her open notebook back on the desk. She pulled a red pen from her schoolbag and colored in the hearts that littered the page. With a small giggle she moved her fingers first over the two figures she had drawn, and then up across the phrase she had written several times over: Usagi loves Rei
