Sakuramoria

Futaba scoffed. She could easily list a dozen reasons that were perfectly obvious. "Ah," she finally realized. "You took some pills from your grandpa. Then it makes sense." Exactly. This girl loved doctors. "You probably already have a neighbor," Futaba tried her best to give an awkward smile, although her facial muscles weren't very well suited for it, and the grimace turned out to be rather crooked. "You went to the wrong room, uh..." she couldn't immediately remember the name of the classmate in this stressful situation.