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Sakura flinched slightly at the voice…sounds a little familiar. Camila, right? She turned around and faced the professor. “O-oh! Do you n-need something?” Sakura sounded as if she was going to cry, well not really. Her voice just seemed off.

“I’m f-feeling good.” She was mumbling due to the fact that Camila was about twice her size and she was easily intimidated by her. She smiled to try and hide her fear but it just wasn’t enough for her stop.

Sakura made her way outside the kitchen. Soft footsteps matched with her as she walked. A lovely sigh escaped from her mouth. It was nice, but sadly she had just made some cake and doesn’t want it anymore. The best thing to do was give it to someone. But who? She was sure that Hana wouldn’t want it.

She looked around the corner and spotted someone, ah! It was that girl…Leanne? Right? She seemed hungry, as if she could really use something. Even if they weren’t hungry, still. Maybe she liked cake? Sakura made her way towards Leanne. Soft, gentle footsteps…so quiet. “Erm..”

“H-hi there! I-I made some food for you, I w-wouldn’t really call it f-food. But I-it’s cake!”

Sakura stood in the halls, waiting for something or someone. The remembrance of the person faded away, leaving her clueless. As soon as she got ready to walk, she was suddenly poked in her shoulder.

“Uhm..” Sakura froze, getting ready to turn around but it felt as if her muscles wouldn’t function. She was then poked once again, this time she forced her self to turn. Behind her stood the eldest of her family, Ryoma. So she decided to greet him like she should.