En regardant un nuage s'évanouir, Sakura brouillait la fin de son crayon autour de ses lèvres, n'attrapeant que quelques fragments de ce que le tuteur à l'avant brouillait. Il parlait d'un sbject qu'elle avait lu plus tôt : l'arrangement des atomes en molécules et les puissances qui les maintenaient ensemble. C'était dommage qu'elle n'ait pas été assise juste à côté des fenêtres, peut-être celui que l'enseignant avait même pris en compte, en veillant à ce que ceux qui étaient le plus facilement enclins à la distraction ne soient pas directement à côté de la vue séduisante du ciel et des espaces verts luxuriants de Yamaku. Au lieu de cela, Sakura était assis deux rangées loin des fenêtres, relativement au milieu de la classe, près de l'arrière. Le placement stratégique n'avait pas été perdu sur elle, sans doute les grands gens ont été arrangés près du dos pour assurer un processus d'apprentissage non aberré pour tous les autres. C'était l'un de ses principaux problèmes avec Yamaku. Autant il a essayé d'avoir l'air aussi normal que possible, de mentir une école ordinaire, tout a été calculé un peu trop largement, du millimètre de l'herbe coupée à la portion exacte de la nourriture qu'ils ont servie à la cafétéria pour les élèves qui devaient s'occuper de ce qu'ils avaient mangé. L'infirmière lui avait conseillé de prendre des repas riches en protéines pour s'assurer qu'elle allait prendre du poids et des muscles rapidement, mais Sakura vient de manger ce qu'elle a apprécié.
Enfin, la cloche sonna, incitant chaque élève à passer un soupir collectif de soulagement. D'une certaine manière, la plupart des gens semblaient s'endormir et s'endormir vers la fin de la journée scolaire, seulement pour se faire injecter soudainement par une explosion d'énergie au moment où la cloche sonnait leur libération des limites de la salle de classe pour profiter du reste de la agréable journée de printemps qu'elle semblait devenir. "Je m'attends à des exercices de un à quinze faits d'ici demain, et n'oubliez pas de travailler sur votre papier sur les ions, ce qui est prévu la semaine prochaine." L'enseignant a réussi à appeler sur le bruit de tout le monde brouillant leurs affaires ensemble dans leurs sacs à dos, ce qui a ajouté le gémissement simultané et agonisé de plusieurs étudiants moins motivés. Alors que Sakura était membre de classe depuis le début de l'année, elle n'avait pas encore fait beaucoup d'amis, sans doute en grande partie lié à sa nature plus douce. Cependant, elle devait admettre qu'elle était un peu plus appréhensive qu'elle ne l'avait prévu au départ. Beaucoup d'étudiants étaient, en l'absence d'un meilleur mot, bizarres, et c'était la façon polie de le dire. De toute évidence, elle s'attendait à ce que beaucoup d'étudiants soient bizarres dans leur apparence extérieure, mais elle n'avait pas perpétué pour les nombreuses personnalités bizarres, sinon carrément étranges, que certains semblaient avoir, comme l'avaient prouvé leurs antiques en cours et hors cours de ce qu'elle avait eu des interactions avec eux avant.
Avec un peu de réticence, Sakura ramasse ses propres affaires et les jette dans son sac qui manque de toute sorte d'ordre, sa canne aussi, elle ramasse à contrecœur. Elle pensait qu'il ne serait pas accepté d'essayer un siège près de la fenêtre et de continuer son train de pensée. Plus récemment, elle avait lu un livre sur un château dans le ciel, ce qui l'avait fait s'interroger sur presque tous les nuages qui flottaient, imaginant par leur forme ce qu'était l'architecture du château et à quelle culture il appartenait. Japonaise, steampunk, européenne, africaine, bois, pierre, métal,... Elle avait même imaginé que lorsque deux châteaux se heurtaient ensemble, ils avaient des interactions, le tonnerre et la foudre étant l'effet des guerres entre les deux et la pluie étaient les larmes de ses habitants.
Ce n'est que lorsqu'elle est tombée sur quelqu'un, dur, qu'elle a même réalisé qu'elle avait déjà quitté la classe il y a un moment, ses jambes l'avaient portée par instinct vers la bibliothèque, où elle a passé la plupart de son temps ces jours-ci. La collision n'était pas douce, ses longues jambes la portaient avec une vitesse tellement plus grande ces jours-ci qu'il était difficile de s'y habituer. L'inconvénient était cependant, qu'elle a rapidement perdu son équilibre aussi, ce qui s'est passé en ce moment. Stupéfiant à l'envers, ses longs bras frappèrent en l'air comme un hélicoptère ivre pendant un moment, revendiquant presque les yeux ou le nez de quelqu'un qui se tenait trop près. Avec un fort "Ouf!" Elle a atterri sur son cul, assez confuse et désorientée un moment avant de se rendre compte que ce qu'elle avait fracassé avait été trop doux pour un mur ou un poteau, et devait être soit un coussin grandeur nature, soit une personne. Alors que les coussins ne pouvaient pas parler, elle a formulé ses excuses rapidement, avant même de tenter de se lever. "Je suis désolée, je ne t'ai pas vu là-bas, ça va?" Elle regarda le sol, un peu trop tard en se rendant compte que ce n'était pas le sol qu'elle avait heurté non plus, au lieu de chercher jusqu'à l'oreiller humain.
Name: Sakura Kushuda.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bicurious.
Age: 18.
Appearance: 
Sakura is a tall person, even more so due to her pure japanese heritage. Often she is taller than most girls and just as tall or taller than most males. Her body seems to have develloped rapidly, even though she might still have some issues to adapt to how suddenly she has changed over the course of time thanks to her recent struggles. However, while she is tall, she is skinny rather than genuinely slender, lacking a great deal of muscles that she lost during the time she was incapacitated. Although she is gradually recovering rom this, gaining muscle every day, to thetrained eye one could still be able to observe how weak she was in this area.
While most of the time she is able to walk on her own, she often carries a cane around with her for when things get difficult, coping with the issues of getting used to her suddenly so long limbs and the lack of muscles to work them as properly as she had liked.
The most distinct feature about Sakure is most probably her long, red hair, reaching all the way down, past her waist. While it might not be the most convenient hair of all time, she sees little use in shortening it as she refrains from activities where it might get in the way anyway. Rather, she prizes herself over her hair, often seen fondling or striking her long, slender fingers through it.
While outwards appearance is not often her greatest concern, she enjoys spending time taking care of herself, combing her long hair until it shone flawlessly. Her dress code out of school was quite distinct, whereas she doesn't dress to impress other, but merely for her own amusement, taking great pleasure in looking a little differently from the majority of the people. Her fondness of ribbons and hair accessories is shown every day, sporting a wide collection of them, hardly a day goes by where one might be able to see the same accessorry in her hair, or in the same spot.
From the accident, she had a few minor burn scars on her left hip and the upper part of her left arm, feeling a little ashamed of them. Other than that, her skin is quite pale, a sympton she got from her life secluded and indoors, as well as the three long years that sh had spent in the hospital, because of this, she is also a little more vulnerable to the light of the sun, and easier to get burnt by it, being somewhat on the frail side in general.
Personality: While not as shy as she could be perceived at first, she is not quite the most extroverted person around. Often she prefers to remains silent when she can and assess the situation to form a good opinion, before oepning her mouth and speaking. Her time alone is something she genuinely enjoys, finding not too much need to interact with other people constantly. That does not mean that she enjoys being lonely. As a human being, she still craves for social contact, although she might be a little more picky on with who, when and how frequent she wishes this. Another factor in this tale is that she simply is unaware of how exactly to behave around people her age, and can be a little awkward because of this, rather than a genuine distaste, she is aware of the discomfort she can cause.
Her demeanor is often a little distracted, if not even a little ditzy from time to time. Indeed, her mind liked to wander, often indulging in the fantasies she managed to conjure up that distracted her from the real world. This often leads her to spac out, sometimes not even catching on when someone is talking to her or even failing at things that required a larger amount of concentration. Furthermore, her longlimbed body takes some tme to get used to, making her clumsy at times. Bumping her elbow into things or kocking items off of a table being a couple of examples.
Skills: Being an avid reader, Sakura is very adept at learning swiftly, as well as taking in information at a very high pace, able to draw conclusions and think logically about a majority of topics. She is able to soak in information quickly if one can manage to get her to concentrate, which is not always as easy as it sounds though.
Bio: Sakura grew up in the family of a wealthier family as the second child of a prospering businessman. Due to her life on the countryside, she was somewhat secluded from most of the world, attending elementary school like a normal person, but preferring to remain at home out of her own accord most of the time. From the moment she was able to read, she kept asking for Her favorite way to spend her leisure time was burrying her nose in the countless books her family had amassed during their time. It became aparant to her parents that their daughter was gifted with high intelligence, sending her to a school for gifted people after she had finished her elementary school, as they ha wished her to experience a normal early childhood first, but wished to develop her talents better afterwards.
While she was able to consume books at a very rapid pace, her favorite genre had to be everything that was even remotely close to fantasy, losing herself in the splendid tales of distant wolds and foreign cultures all too happily. This, added to the fact that she enrolled in a special school added to her seclusion, while her parents grewmore and more protective of her and didn't mind tht they were able to keep a better eye on her each time she holed herself up in the library. It was not as if she was unpopular at school or lacked any particular set of social skills, rather that she simply preferred to be silent when she could and chose the company of books over the company of her newfund classmates, whom she often through to be arrogant and too obsessed with themselves.
One day, on her way back from school on the train, since her school for the gifted was located in the big city, her life changed forver. DUe to an electrical malfunction, the train she was on derailed and slammed into a building, hurling her through the carriage she was in and slamming her head against the side of the vehicle with disastrous consequences.
Fortunately, Sakura was pulled loose from the wreckage with only minor physical injuries that managed to heal over time, which made her luckier than several of the other passenger. However, there was more than simply surface damage, havin suffered a great trauma to her head during the crash. Within a few days, the doctors had to inform her parents that she was unlikely to wake up as soon as they might hope, she was comatose.
After what seemed like an eternal lasting three years to her family, Sakura finally woke from her coma, with all the consequences that not having used her body for so long meant. Nearly all of her muscles had deteriorated as well as her flesh until she was little more than skin and bones. The long recovery followed, where immense physical therpahy helped her bit by bit to regain her ability to walk and sue her limbs as intended. It proved difficult however, conidering how her body had gone through a massive growth during her time asleep, giving her little time to adjust suddenly to her new length and reach. Her progress was carefully monitored, making sure that there were no motory disorders in her brain either.
That was not the only issue however, in her experience, it had only been a day since the accident, as if she had only just woken up from a deep sleep. Her memory served to make her believe the accident had happened only recently, and she had not matured a day since the moment of the crash over the course of those three years. Her mind remained that of a fifteen year old girl in an eightteen year old body, giving her difficulties to adjust as well as troubles in behaving her age.
To her own dismay and the surprise of her doctors, Sakura gained trouble sleeping and frequently suffered panic attacks, a loud explosion she hear din her head each ime such an attack happened. The medical staff handed her the name fo he condition: Exploding head syndrme, a name that confused and frightened her. At irregular intervals, she would hear an explosion in her head, causing her to go int shock and get a panic attack. Quickly, she was also diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, getting panic attacks every time it happened or she experienced something similar to the crash.
Her future looks brighter however, on the reccomendation of the doctors, she and her parents agreed to have her enroll in Yamaku for her last year of highschool. Thankfully, she had been ahead of the curve of normal students before her incident, and was suspected to have little to few difficulties fitting into the year corresponding to he actual age, despite the three years that she had missed, her intelligence a thing that finally managed to do her some good so she wouldn't be as much behind.
While her muscles are still weak, she gets stronger every day, looking forwards to the moment where she will finally be comfortable enough to leave her cane behind and get on with her life, hoping her condition's severity to fade over time as well.
Other: Sakure is a huge fan of books, movies and everything fantasy related. She has a ouple of quirks that one might consider a little odd as well. As often as she can, she would buy gift cards and birthday cards from shops, making it a point to own as many different ones as she can. By now, she has managed to amass a rather impressive collection, decorating her room with them in the form of ribbons, wallpapes or garlands.
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