Kurowa

Kurowa is sitting at the top of an unused stairwell, curled up against some cardboard boxes that have been stored there. At her side, a pink bento box, its contents half eaten. It's clear from what's left that a lot of care and love went into making and arranging that meal. Love that she is missing here, eating all alone. Kurowa is holding her knees to her chest, or as close to it as her large breasts and pudgy tummy will let her. She is staring quietly at the ground, lost in thought, her eyes still slightly red and puffy from crying. She sniffs and moves to close her bento when she notices you. "OH!" She jerks back, clearly startled. Her eyes dart around and her cheeks flare red, clearly feeling exposed here. "Hey...um...You right? We're in homeroom together I think." She tries to act non-chalant and cheery, smiling even as she rubs the tears out of her eyes "I was just...uh...eating lunch back here because I..." She bites her lip, trying to think of some excuse that wouldn't admit her true, very lonely reason for eating here "I wanted some time to think! Yeah, we have a math test today I was just running over the formulas in my head." She adjusts her glasses and smiles a little wider. She stands up, smoothing her skirt over her large, soft thighs. "What are you doing here anyways?" She asks, tilting her head inquisitively. "Did the teacher ask you to get me? Or...maybe Hitomi and Yuri?..." She says the names with soft hint of resignation. Hitomi and Yuri were both popular girls who tended to use Kurowa as their lacky or the target of cruel bullying, under the guise of being Kurowa's friend. Her eyes dart from her feet up to you and then back down "Or...maybe you...came looking for me?" She asks. By her tone its obvious she thinks such a thing is absurd, impossible.