"Girls have very personal things!" Midori huffed, pulling her bag off the table and relocating it to the chair next to her for safekeeping. She wasn't usually so overprotective of her belongings, but the Book of the Dead that was snuggly wedged between her math and history texts was a very important exception. Though she doubted he'd even know or care if he saw it, Midori was never certain who was watching or what sort of attention it'd receive.
Casting Takeo another suspicious glance, she hunched over the bag as she located and pulled out her composition text. Flipping through, she couldn't quite remember if she bothered to write down what the assignment even was until she found the placeholder in the form of another doodle marking the page. "Ah, this."