InsaneJournal

Of course Shiori knew that Ishinomori was probably still recovering from the other world, and of course Shiori knew that it was probably for the best to leave him be. But after being in a video game for so long, Shiori wondered if he really wanted to play any at the moment. And just in case he didn't, she was there to help.

Or, rather, she would be in a few minutes. Having slunk inside the boy's dorm as sneakily as possible (read: it was so obvious she was there) and relying on her photographic memory to guide her to Ishinomori's room (read: she asked a first year), Shiori ignored the people that totally weren't staring at her and continued her way along the hall leading to his room. Though she maybe could have passed for a boy if she still wore her school uniform, the fact that she had changed while she had been at home only emphasized the fact that there was an intruder in the boys' dorm. An intruder wearing a skirt and carrying an armful of sketchbooks and notebooks and a bag of colored pencils, to be exact.

Finally reaching his door after her long and perilous journey, she shifted all the books to one arm in order to knock lightly on his door. She wasn't about to be as rude as to barge in where she didn't belong! That'd be so impolite of her.