He had been watching the scene for a while. Despite he had his ears shielded by some blazing red head-cuffs, devoting himself to his beloved notebook was nearly impossible. The fuss was distracting him, he could not deny it: the clutter of people who had assembled was somewhat... intriguing. Or wasn't it? He was unsure. After all, it was a classic reproposing itself over and over. At the beginning of the new school year, here is the first person trying to rise up from anonymity. 

Sighing, he had turned his body sideways on the chair and placed his elbows respectively on his desk and chair. Then, after having raised his forearm, he rested his head on the palm of his hand, looking at the ruckus. He had picked the outmost seat in the first row, near the window. It was a good place, one that could easily go unnoticed, and had a nice mountain view.
There they were. His fellow japanese classmates for another mesmerizing year at the japanese public high school. Vittorio followed with his eyes some third years enter inside the class, along with many other younger students. Keigo had already become famous all around the school. Good for him. Or not. He giggled between himself. It was funny how gullible everyone seemed.

He arched his lower lip outwards and launched a rapid glimpse at his notebook. The alliance between Aeonas and the Empire was of the utmost importance, and the Galactic Council required him to turn in the document regarding the agreement before this late night on the nastionstates forum. Well, literally, his early morning. He absolutely hated time zones. His forefinger hammered the side of his nose; an habit he got somehow: it hinted he was getting bored. Fortunately, the whole thing had settled itself, apparently. Good, just in time. It was the right moment to slip away unnoticed. During the opening ceremony day he had found a wonderful spot near the old school building, calm and protected from the sun. Thus, the perfect place to write down the tricky proposal.

He swiftly packed his things and headed out of the class, putting his head-cuffs back on his head and pushing his hands deep into the uniform's pockets. He definitely hated those itchy uniforms.