What was there to say about what Shourei was doing? He was minding his own business of course. He's already finished packing up this things days ago. It was fairly small stuff; a cheap wooden desk, a single bed, swivel chair, and somewhere to store his clothes. Of course, he also packed his clothes, his laptop, tools, some food to last him the month, and hygiene products. Anything that wasn't furniture he fit into a single box. He was fortunate that his parents let him take the family's truck; not the most luxurious ride, but he could haul an entire house with it if he had the right equipment.

The first few days he was at the university, at least before the opening day, was rather overwhelming to Shourei. Though he has been here in the past, moving in was like entering a new world in an MMO; massive, aesthetically attractive, and filled with places and things that Shourei wanted to go discover. Also like an MMO, after a day or two of exploring he pretty much figured out where everyone hangs out at, what places are pretty much just there for vanity, and how to quickly get between the hubs. The travel between was filled with boredom or annoyances that at best could be dealt with with a few quick actions, or at worse forces you to take an entirely new path because [i]that one guy[/i] won't move and seems to only be there to bully everyone. If it was darker, Shourei would have hit him with his crowbar.

That being said, there was plenty of events going on, and Shourei figured he might as well find a group who he could hang out with. A few days ago he caught wind of this "Fantasy and Japanese Animation" club, or FJA. Seemed to be a glorified otaku club to him, but he was fine with that. Though he would rather prefer to succeed during his time at C.U. there was nothing wrong with having hobbies. If nothing else, he was sure there was going to be some of the [i]finest[/i] pieces of ass in the school. Either in person or on the big screen.

Which is why he was already in the classroom. He had been since this morning. He popped a window open with his crowbar, went inside, and was now hiding in the closet. Sure that might have been "Breaking and entering" and maybe he was suppose to sign up at the front door or else he'd lose out on the steaks, but this was for first impressions! Besides, there was an outlet here and he wanted to play on his laptop. The sounds of axe-educed death blared into Shourei's earphones as he continued his path of destruction through The Exiled Realm of Arborea.