Hikari’s warning and logic came too late as Kahako felt her fist connect with the blonde’s cheek. The feeling of instant guilt hit her as she watched him fly across the hall and into wall on the other side. She probably should have analyzed the situation before flying in balls deep at the closed door.
She could have done without lacing her punch with chakra too…
But karma decided it would exact its revenge quickly as a backpack full of donuts engulfed the teen’s head. She was forced to stop her movements out of fear and the general ability to see. The sugary contents poured out and bounced off her shoulders and Kahako was engulfed in darkness. Her stomach rolled again as she took in the sights and sounds of donut.
"Are you okay?”
Light quickly came back to Kahako, and she looked at the person who helped pull the backpack off her head. It was the same boy she just clocked in the face and threw across the hall. He was asking if she was okay? Embarrassment overshadowed her disgust for the glaze that speckled her skin. She swallowed and started dusting crumbs from her hair. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were—“ ‘a giant six foot sugary cat that I still see in my nightmares.’ “…something else.” She finished lamely. The blush covered her face and ears as she shook her hair, glaze sticking to the tips.
She turned to the other boy who addressed her that was standing in the hall. His brown eyes looked at her wary, unsure if she was going to attack him or not. She began to feel worse. “I’m not going to hit you, I promise. I didn’t even realize it was a person on the other side of the door. The smell of something sweet is what drew me to the door.” ‘PLEASE don’t let me explain any further,’ she thought. She looked back to her friends ‘Oh great. They saw that too.’ Kahako closed her eyes. She made a complete fool of herself.
She turned back to the blonde and was able to get a good look at him. He had green eyes like hers, but his were a little lighter. Bowing, she apologized again. “Really, I am sorry… ummm… my name is Higa Kahako. I am a mednin in training. If you’ll allow me, can I take a look at your cheek? Maybe I can stop the swelling.” Her ears were burning red, too embarrassed to raise up from her bow.
[MFT: about 420 words]
She could have done without lacing her punch with chakra too…
But karma decided it would exact its revenge quickly as a backpack full of donuts engulfed the teen’s head. She was forced to stop her movements out of fear and the general ability to see. The sugary contents poured out and bounced off her shoulders and Kahako was engulfed in darkness. Her stomach rolled again as she took in the sights and sounds of donut.
"Are you okay?”
Light quickly came back to Kahako, and she looked at the person who helped pull the backpack off her head. It was the same boy she just clocked in the face and threw across the hall. He was asking if she was okay? Embarrassment overshadowed her disgust for the glaze that speckled her skin. She swallowed and started dusting crumbs from her hair. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were—“ ‘a giant six foot sugary cat that I still see in my nightmares.’ “…something else.” She finished lamely. The blush covered her face and ears as she shook her hair, glaze sticking to the tips.
She turned to the other boy who addressed her that was standing in the hall. His brown eyes looked at her wary, unsure if she was going to attack him or not. She began to feel worse. “I’m not going to hit you, I promise. I didn’t even realize it was a person on the other side of the door. The smell of something sweet is what drew me to the door.” ‘PLEASE don’t let me explain any further,’ she thought. She looked back to her friends ‘Oh great. They saw that too.’ Kahako closed her eyes. She made a complete fool of herself.
She turned back to the blonde and was able to get a good look at him. He had green eyes like hers, but his were a little lighter. Bowing, she apologized again. “Really, I am sorry… ummm… my name is Higa Kahako. I am a mednin in training. If you’ll allow me, can I take a look at your cheek? Maybe I can stop the swelling.” Her ears were burning red, too embarrassed to raise up from her bow.
[MFT: about 420 words]