[b]"Shourei Yang. Eighteen years old. Computer Science. Booties are love. Booties for life."[/b]

Emerging from the closet Shourei made his entrance. His laptop and back was still safely hidden away, as he had been waiting for the teacher's arrive for the past thirty minutes. He noted the chairs and desks that were not here when he first entered, but decided not to pay much mind to them. Magic or science, it was all the same to him. Shourei took a seat at the nearest desk to the front after someone opened the windows, though technically he already did that himself.

[b]"And if I may say, I like what I see so far."[/b] Shourei peered as more students filed into the doors, looking around their waist and hip area. He even shot a glace at the teacher, who he would with only slight hesitance would admit [b]"You've got something going on."[/b] Hopefully his first impression would let everyone know that he isn't the shy type, since now he doesn't really plan to say much more about himself. He reclined in his seat as he fiddled with his phone in his pocket, listening to music in a small wireless ear bud. So small in fact, one could mistake it as a hearing aid.