[h3][b]April 9[sup]th[/sup] / Sunday / Sunny[/b][/h3]

Dawn was braking, and Gruffydd was already awake.  He had not, as some did, pulled an all-nighter.  There would be time enough for that once the school year had begun properly.  No, Gruffydd was awake to greet the dawn.  It had been fortunate that he lacked a roommate, else he would disturb them, but Koden Academy had given him what he desired, even if it was by complete accident.

The large student was on his knees, bowing his head towards the rising sun.  [color=forestgreen]"Wyneb y Beli Mawr, Belyn, bwrw glaw i lawr o'r haul ar y cerrig a'r glaswellt. Mae'r diwrnod wedi dechrau."[/color]  He breathed in, and then out, before finally standing.  He bowed his head once more to the dawn, before turning away.

It was strange, some might say, to worship gods long forgotten by most of the rest of the world, but Gruffydd did not think so.  Perhaps it was the pride that his parent's had instilled in him for his heritage, perhaps it was something he clung to in a country where he was—even amongst friends—very much out of place, or perhaps it was simply as much a part of him as his eyes or hands, but Gruffydd could not conceive of himself as worshiping anything but the gods of his ancestors—Beli Mawr and Belyn, in the case of this prayer.

Having dressed for the day before greeting the dawn, Gruffydd decided that he would celebrate the last day of Summer Break by eating breakfast at one of his favorite restaurants in the area.  It was a small local thing, nowhere near the prestige of the Cafe Fortuna, but Gruffydd found the atmosphere and the food to be positively delightful.  It was a slow day, so he struck up a conversation with one of the employees on break.  The topics varied, and Gruffydd's laughter echoed through the establishment, but eventually his food was finished, and his partner had to get back to work.  

Unsure of what to do with his day, Gruffydd eventually wandered into a book store—The Rabbit Hole.  He didn't really know the proprietor or his daughter, but he came here enough that they recognized him—as if he were hard to pick out in a crowd.  He practically stalked the bookshelves, seeking older and more obscure texts.  He found a musty tome or two, and purchased them.

He returned to his dorm room, books in tow, and set them down on his desk.  He would read them in time.  First, he had his figure to maintain.  His muscles were no accident.  Sure, he had been well served by the genetic lottery, but these sorts of things come with effort, and he was well-acquainted with effort, just like everyone else at Koden Academy.  Granted, most students directed that effort exclusively towards academics, sports, or clubs, but he would accept nothing less than physical perfection from himself—or at least, what he saw as physical perfection.

His exercise done, and his body adorned in sweat, he crashed back into the chair at his desk.  He grabbed the most interesting of the day's purchases, a collection of folk-tales from around Japan.  It consumed him until the time came for him to sleep—earlier than most, because of his early rise.
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[h3][b]April 10[sup]th[/sup] / Monday / Sunny[/b][/h3]

The dawn came, and Gruffydd had risen to greet it as he had the day before.  Today's breakfast was less exciting than the day before—it was, after all, the first day of school.  Of course, the early riser that he was, it would be a while yet before he had to be in class.  After eating his breakfast, he resumed reading the book that had so absorbed him the day before.  Folk tales were a strange thing.  The stories of the people, forged from custom and religion and focused through the lens of everyday life.  He was very familiar with those of his homeland, masked as they were in the foreign influence of the Romans and the Saxons.  He could certainly appreciate a folk tradition as untainted as Japan's.

He appreciated it so much that he was almost late to class.  His book had him so enraptured that he would have spent the entire morning reading if, while reaching over to drink from his glass of water, he had not chance a glance at the clock.  He swore, and quickly gathered his things and set off for his first class of the day.  [color=forestgreen][i]Geography, eh?[/i][/color] he thought, [color=forestgreen][i]Well, not my idea of a good time, but school rarely is.  I suppose the lay of the land can get pretty interesting, at times.  I guess I'll just have to see how this goes.[/i][/color] He was at the tail-end of the class filtering in, but by no means late.  He recognized a few faces from around the classroom, but he didn't really know these people.  There was one person that he [b]knew[/b] he didn't recognize—a transfer student, maybe?—reading a book.  And another white guy.  [color=forestgreen][i]Well, this is going to be interesting, if only for the company here.[/i][/color]