Work of Art {peko&hinata}
She was perched on a stool in the art room, staring at a lump of clay laid out before her on the tabletop. All was mostly silent, aside from the gentle hum coming from the florescent lights above and the ticking of the clock on the wall. It seemed that she'd been roped into a group project of some kind for an art class. Considering she'd had a few personal things to take care of in the school's office during this particular class period, the teacher had requested that she and another student who had also missed class to pair up together on a Tuesday evening attempt to catch up to the rest of the class.
It seemed that some paperwork had gotten messed up in regards to who her 'guardian' or 'parents' were-- the matter of keeping her status as a hitman and bodyguard a secret came into play and needed to be smoothed out to soothe bocchan's need for secrecy in the school environment. She couldn't help that she missed class, of course... but to spend an evening in this art classroom was the last thing that she wanted to be doing.
There was a printed sheet of guidelines... And she could also see the name of her said partner... Hajime Hinata. Her mouth, pressed into a line, curled just slightly in discomfort as she casted a weary and tired glance at the clock. She had just finished training at the dojo and was not prepared in the slightest to attempt to turn the clay in front of her into a masterpiece. She was out of her element, in an art class like this. However, it was required that all of the students had to take an art course of some sort to graduate... and so she'd decided to try and knock it out as quickly as she could.
Hajime Hinata was running late. She had never seen him before and was not quite sure what exactly to expect. Peko was a very observant type and noticed the uncanny qualities that most of her classmates had. Due to her current state, she certainly hoped that it wouldn't be anyone overwhelmingly enthusiastic or talkative. Perhaps he was the type to skip classes often? What if he didn't show up at all?
The swordswoman felt lost, narrowing her scarlet set of eyes just slightly as she continued her staring contest with the clay, listening to the subtle sounds that the environment of an empty classroom had to offer her. Her thoughts lead her astray for a moment until the door finally opened. Sleepily, she blinked and turned her head to look at the brunette standing in the doorway. Her eyes slanted just slightly as she scrutinized his appearance.
"Hajime Hinata, I presume?"
