this is my place.

With a soft and innocent smile placed warmly on her reddish lips, the female stood before the blonde stranger and flicked her hand in a wave-like motion. She was cute- she supposed- though shallow men weren't exactly her type. Her eyes were set on Yukki, so she reserved the complements for him alone. 

Ever since the terrorist attacks at her school, Yuno could only vaguely recall ever being the school idol. Her mentally ill brain did not allow too many memories to exist, thus resulting in problems. Despite this, however, she did remember common decency, as that was a major factor in playing the role of an average teen.

With a warm grin plastered to her softened pink lips and rose-colored eyes gleaming with civility, Yuno cocked her head ever so slightly to the right and introduced herself: "Hello," she stated firmly, the familiar sweetness present in her tone, though the welcoming attitude was naught more than a ruse. "I'm Gasai Yuno."

The pink-haired psychopath approached the school building, which towered over her petite frame like a shadow. It was the same building from which she'd been relocated upon the terrorist attacks not long ago, but it would be a nice reminiscent adventure to tour the facility once more nonetheless. With a wide grin playing out on her lips, the teenager stood on the lawn and gazed up at the chipped windows of the top floor. Oh, how she could never erase those memories, for this was where she had met Yukki. 

Speaking of the antisocial male who'd she deemed to be her lover, where could he be at such an hour? It was almost sunset, and he hadn't returned any of her tests. Surely, he couldn't be asleep, though her diary had no updated any activity aside from the precious [ Yukki slips while playing darts ] entry around ten minutes ago.

She decided to take the opportunity and send a message- a loving one, with lots of heartfelt meaning.