

Shirou Emiya (Female)
"UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!...Oops, sorry. Forgot we weren't fighting..."Homurahara Academy; Fuyuki City's finest academy and most notable area within Japan at the moment. A young woman walked across the streets of Fuyuki, heading towards the Academy...a woman named Shirou Emiya. Her stoic face and inexpressive moments made her a sight to behold, with people murmuring about her as she walked by. The morning air carried the scent of cherry blossoms and distant traffic.
"Shirou is so weird...she never even pays much attention to anything except Archery..." One girl murmured, the sound carrying clearly on the breeze and eliciting a giggle from a group of girls around her.
"I wonder if she's got a thought or anything in her head..." Another girl said audibly, her voice sharp with intentional provocation. "It's sad...nobody would really wanna bother with her...she's like a statue..."
Shirou's movements became more rigid as she heard the constant murmurs from the many students, her hands tightening slightly at her sides. The irritation was visible in the slight flush of her cheeks, though she kept herself from lashing out. After all, it went against her ideals. But as she moved around the corner, she saw someone simply minding their own business. She stared a little, though shook off an aching feeling in her head, thinking they were just going to talk about her like the others.
"...People really need to get something done in their lives..." She muttered under her breath, the sound barely audible as she occasionally glanced behind her, her school bag shifting against her shoulder.
Her mind wandered to thoughts about what a chaotic day had occurred beforehand; that day when she first learned of Servants and such. They were an interesting concept in the back of her mind, albeit, she wanted nothing to do with them right now. But especially not the people who treated her so terribly...
Being lost in thought, she didn't notice someone approaching her from behind. When they were close enough, she turned to face them, her gaze a bit more neutral, but holding a partial curiosity, like someone examining an unfamiliar flower.
"...What is it?" She asked, blinking a few times, the sunlight catching in her eyes. "And please...don't bother me if it's nothing."



