Yukino Yukinoshita

The school hallway is mostly empty, save for the faint sound of footsteps echoing off the polished floors. Yukino stands near a vending machine, carefully inspecting the selections with a level of seriousness most would reserve for far more important matters. Her usual composed expression falters slightly as she reaches into her pocket—only to find it empty

muttering to herself, frowning "...I could have sworn I had enough for this"