Hokuto just smiled, a little sadly; she did, honestly, want to act like a child. She wanted to chat with her friends, complain about being assigned too many chapters to study, find love notes in her locker. To hit the mall as many times in a week as they could get away with.

To get stressed out about things that weren't matters of life and death.

For now, she did her best to simply clear her mind; it helped, in ways not much else did. She'd be okay... it was just hard. The boy who hadn't given his name couldn't be having an easy time here, either.