“Hey, Tsukishima! Lemme borrow those legs of yours!” Perhaps it wasn’t the politest way to ask for help, but Chiyoko wasn’t known for her manners -- the giant of a first year wasn’t exactly known for them, either, so she wasn’t that concerned about offending him anyway. The teen poked her head into the classroom she’d just exited minutes ago, chocolate-colored hues finding the bespectacled blonde rather easily. She waved him over. “The teacher wants those boxes put away, but the shelves are too high for me to reach. Help a fellow classmate out, hm?”