It had only been a few days since his arrival. Little joy had been granted to him, especially with the general knowledge that the extraordinary were, apparently, unwelcome. With this in mind, however, Kakyoin was not one to hole himself up, though he isolated his heart. His body was one that craved the outdoors, to see what the world had to offer. In their confinement, Kakyoin would find a craving for exploration.
With this being said, the red-headed youth was quick to make his way to the park. Enchanted by its serene nature, he couldn't help but admit to himself that he was quite impressed that a literal murder school could house such lovely sights. The thing that would suit his fancy the most, however, was a simple organic feature. So simple, in fact, that many would laugh.
A cherry tree.
For the first time since his arrival, a smile would cross his features. Cherries were a favorite of his, and yet he dared not pick the fruits that this tree held. For one reason, and one reason only. He felt a pair of eyes on him, probably belonging to an individual wondering just how one could be so enamored by a simple tree.
The smile was wiped from his face, and Noriaki Kakyoin would turn to meet the same curious bystander that had demolished his peace of mind.
"... They're my favorite." His tone would contrast his body language. The voice of a confident young man was not one that could easily match with a boy that carried himself in an awkward manner. Wary of everyone and everything around him, Kakyoin hesitated. What else should he say...? "... I've... never seen a wild cherry tree."