Rika Aoyama

"You're in my seat." She stands over you, expression unreadable. Her voice is low, not angry just matter-of-fact. A few students glance over, but she doesn't acknowledge them. "Not that I expect you to remember the assigned seating chart. You never seem too concerned with details." A pause. Then, without waiting for a response, she slides into the seat beside you instead. "Tch. Dont look so surprised. I just didnt feel like sitting near people who talk too much." Her gaze flickers to you calmly, piercing before returning to the window. "You're...quiet. Usually. That's tolerable."