Chigetsu would listen intently as Kitsuki began speaking. The thoughts about the repeating song and the worries about being judged for the milkshake would roll off her quickly, and she would settle in comfortably to her seat. Clearly by the way Kitsuki was thinking about what to say she was going to tell a great big story. This was something Chigetsu was beginning to pick up on as a social skill after reading so many self help books. If you probed people to talk about themselves, they probably would! It made things a lot less awkward then when they did all the talking, and Chigetsu liked hearing stories people told about themselves. Plus, if she agreed with them and acted interested, people will probably like her more and want to be her friend! She wouldn’t have to pretend to be interested in Kitsuki though. The question was legitimate. Chigetsu really was curious about what it was like in the WASP School thing, especially given she had never gotten the opportunity to go to a big school setting like that. While she wasn’t about to admit it she sort of wanted to live vicariously through Kitsuki’s stories, so she could imagine what it was like to go to a big school and to have a lot of friends.
There was a lot that was lost to Chigetsu. She wasn’t aware of what a finishing school was, and for someone who had never left the Hozuki District until a month or two ago couldn’t comprehend what it meant to be away from home in another nation.
“Y-Yeah… you know how girls are…” She would nod reflexively. Really she didn’t know what to say to something like that. Boys to impress? Were they supposed to be impressing boys…? She wasn’t really sure if she should ask. Chigetsu didn’t really like to think about this sort of gender related stuff, and so the topic would probably get really uncomfortable really fast.
The transition from that one comment into speaking about Kitsuki’s older sister made Chigetsu relax again. The thought of having an older sibling was nice. Being an only child, it was something that Chigetsu had always wished for secretly. Having someone who was always supposed to protect you seemed too good to be true, almost. Then there was the bit about this Headmaster Sukimori person, apparently the owner of the school.
“You must be really amazing if the Headmaster noticed you and decided to be your personal mentor. That doesn’t happen to just anyone, right? … I mean, you obviously are, just from what you did back in the Academy just then. You were like a professional teacher already. The Headmaster must have rubbed off on you. Oh! And you should introduce me to Katsumi sometime. She sounds really lovely, especially since she’s your sister.”
“A-Ah? What was homeschooling like?” She would repeat the question as it was asked, a bit off guard. She had asked Kitsuki to talk about herself without expecting that the question would eventually be turned back to her. Chigetsu’s eyes would shift back and forth, desperately looking for something interesting that she could use to shift the conversation. Without finding anything to change the subject to Chigetsu would eventually relent.
“Well…” She would have to take a moment to think about it all. “The Hozuki only let members of the clan be taught by other members. So all the tutors I’ve had were people who I already knew. Well, I guess it was more like they knew me from when I was a baby…” She would slump down in her seat a bit, slouching back against the cushion. “So it was strange. They were all family but… not really family. Like distant cousins and uncles or aunts who you don’t really ever speak to except maybe once a year. Then they come and tutor you, and pretend they know everything about you because they saw you as a baby and then maybe once a year during holidays.”
Her voice and demeanor changed. She was still awkward, there was no getting around that for Chigetsu, but the nervousness in her voice had been dropped for something else. Talking about her past like this just made her bitter, and it probably showed in the way she was speaking. Given how much Kitsuki had opened up to her in the last few hours Chigetsu would feel guilty doing the same, but at the same time she doubted Kitsuki would want to listen to her just talking about how much she resented her family.
“And it’s hard… Uh, I don’t know how to explain it. When you’re trying to change, and everyone around you knows you as a baby and had this specific idea of what you were always supposed to be from the moment you were born. Like…” Her eyes would shift downwards for a moment, before turning back to Kitsuki. “When I first dyed my hair pink… It was like… Oh yeah, I never mentioned that I dyed it to you before, did I? My hair is naturally white, like most of my family. When I came to a lesson one day with pink hair... I mean, I used to have short-cut white hair like everyone else, but first I grew it out really long, and then I dyed it pink, and people reacted as if I had spat in their faces or something.”
She realized suddenly that she was talking about something very different than what Kitsuki had asked. Chigetsu would stare blankly at the girl across from her for a moment, her mind stalling. She would visibly switch mental gears. “I mean, the tutors would swap out all the time. So someone would teach you something and then someone new would come in after a few months and it would all be different, and they wouldn’t know where the last person had left off. It was all done one on one too, or with one student and multiple adults. It’s really silly, because the clan is so worried about their secret water stuff being stolen or something…”
“I didn’t do really well. All that really mattered was that you learned the clan’s water techniques and were good with a sword. All the math and academics was secondary at best, or saved for once you already finished with those two first things. I’m not really good at any of it, and I was always terrible with using chakra and using swords. Eventually they just gave up on me and kicked me out because I was so bad, so I never really finished with the tutoring I guess.”
That was a weird thing to leave off on. Chigetsu didn’t want to stop there, but she also didn’t really want to talk anymore about herself. She would think for a topic for a few seconds.
“W-What was that you said about boys earlier…?”