The quiet turning of the pages of a book and the sounds of the music emanating from her phone's earbuds were the only noises Ayami was aware of during her time waiting in the car. She found it much less of a hassle to ride on public transportation, though, insistent as her parents were on having someone drive her to the school instead; something about riding a bus or a train was considerably less motion sickness-inducing. Her home in Shinjuku would have been more useful if the school was within the prefecture, but complaining at this point was next to worthless. She had already made clear that she'd ride the bus over to her parents, but even so they still insisted on at least driving her to the airport...

Even if the subway was much more efficient. To give them credit, though, the lack of any major traffic jams en route made the trip less irritating (if not stalled by pedestrians as it would have been anyways).

As the car finally came to a stop, Ayami thanked the driver and placed a bookmark on the center of the page of the book she was on before clapping it shut and slipping it into her bag before exiting the vehicle. Walking around to grab her belongings from the trunk, the young woman nodded to the driver as she took the last of them out and closed the trunk, silently watching as he drove to... Wherever his next destination was.

With her bags gripped firmly in her hands, Ayami walked over to where all the other students were gathering, opting to remain silent as those around her continued to chatter amongst themselves. The heat was a bit of a nuisance, yes, but nothing too unbearable. She ignored the teacher who had been sent to pick them up for the most part, though; trying too hard to appeal and be 'intriguing' was, to her, quite a dull way of doing things.

When the students finally began to fill the buses, Ayami let out a sigh of relief, quiet as it was; it had taken far too long to handle such a thing, and she had honestly wondered for a while why they hadn't just sent them into the buses to begin with. It was a much better way of handling something like ferrying students off to the school, and since the administration was likely to just take attendance there, it would have been much faster to send buses off as they filled up rather than sending them all at once.

She had no room to criticize, though; maybe that was just how the school handled things. Maybe it was faster this way. Maybe it was because the drivers were probably hired for the job and only one knew the route by heart?

...All things considered, it was probably the last of that set. It wasn't as if she knew how schools operated that well, anyhow; far too tedious for her to entertain the though of even dealing with administrative issues.

Taking a seat near the front of the bus she was on (the back was far too unstable for her liking), the student-to-be quietly tucked her bags away and took out her book again, wishing to continue her read as the ride went along. If someone spoke to her, she would return in kind, but it seemed as if most everyone else was occupied on their own. No matter; reading alone was fine, too.