[b]Suna Kumoshita[/b]

A listless expression was painted clear all over Suna's face as he silently walked, the dormitories as his destination. Near the last period today Suna's condition struck again; he felt a sudden, irresistible urge to fall asleep. "A brain with a broken alarm clock", had been what he said to explain his condition to his friends at middle school. The teachers didn't mind him, of course, they had adequate knowledge of his 'special needs', and acted appropriately. Namely, letting him sleep. A very useful privilege he had been experiencing since his middle school days. The one just now was a real attack, though, and his back was slightly tired out from a bad sleeping posture.

Despite having full reign to feign sleep and getting away with it one hundred percent of the time, Suna's social life hadn't been going smoothly. Amongst the disabled crowd of his classmates Suna was, technically, among the most normal. Each and every student has no need to know other student's disabilities. Couple this with Suna's apparent normalcy, and he was quick to become background noise amongst people. He understood  that he was part of the problem; he wasn't exactly trying to make friends. His tendency to push people away from knowing him is an odd thing he only developed since entering Yamaku.

All those people, with their damaged selves, where does he fit in?

[i]'It's sure nice to have an immediately obvious disability.'[/i] Suna couldn't help but think that, although he quickly realized the offense it would cause should he speak it out loud. Cursing himself silently, he quickly averted his gaze somewhere else to perish the thought. It landed in... unexpected places, to say at the least.

Was that a flash of another color he saw hidden underneath Yamaku's green skirt? His eyes scanned it with intense focus. But he wavered when he realized whose skirt that was: the violet-haired, tall-statured student council president. The greatest authority there is in Yamaku, as far as the student body is concerned. As if that's not enough, the silver-haired samurai's right there beside her. Some sort of event is going on, perhaps. The moment he saw her retrieve a megaphone, Suna instinctively put a finger over the entrance of his ears.

"Students of Yamaku!"

As expected from the student council president. Her voice was as gallant as her chest, if not more. Not that he didn't know, if [i]that[/i] speech back at the student entrance ceremony was any indication. After the possibly cardiac-arrest-inducing, eardrum-damaging opener of a speech, the student council president ranted on about living life to its fullest. Standard motivation speech by any measure, followed by a reaffirmation of the rules by the silver-haired samurai. If he recalled correctly, Suna had nightmares about him during an narcoleptic sleep two days ago. 

After the entire thing was over, Suna mulled on a point of her speech that stuck on him; every student has to participate in the sports fair. He looked to his left; a wheelchair-bound girl. He looked to his right; a man with only one leg. Suna didn't know the state of the sports fair one year ago, but he predicted there would be a lot more competition in this year's Chess. He continued his Sherlock scan of the displeased student reactions, and spotted a girl energetically waving at the student council president. [i]'What an adorable supporter.'[/i] was what he would've thought if not for the crumpled piece of paper she just so casually dropped.

There are many kinds of stupidity, and this one was a type he could tell on sight. Suna moved as fast as he could without being too conspicuous, and quickly grabbed the paper ball from the ground.

"I don't know what you have against her, but you do not do that when the samurai's around," Suna said. He himself had already experienced the power of the eyepatch several days ago when he merrily ran across the deceptively long classroom hallway, which was, in his defense, very inviting to run in (and his middle school didn't have rules against running). Once was enough, Suna decided, after the lecture and 'punishment' he received from the disciplinary committee. "...unless you want another disability or two on top what you already have." Suna added.