After following the teacher around for a bit that day was a bit of a wonky thing, so Ami was glad when the chairs and desks came out of the ground. Hell, it's been. . . What, two years since she came to Chiharu? She still didn't get use to any of the different mechanisms they had at the school. Then the Professor asked them to do a get to know each other exercise, “State your full name, age, and intended major. Then let me know in two sentences what love means to you. Oh, and whoever goes first gets five percent added on his or her first exam, which is a week from tomorrow, by the way.” Five percent!? Ami couldn't let that one go!

"[i]I shall, Gestalt-Sen![/i]" Ami almost shouted as she stood up and raised her hand. Almost, as in, someone beat her to the punch. "Shourei Yang. Eighteen years old. Computer Science. Booties are love. Booties for life." It was a bit upsetting. She was hoping for five percent on the exam. Instead, she was beaten to the punch by someone who said "Booties are love. Booties for life." Let alone social acceptance, one could live like that? What the fetish he must have. Still, this man. . . He must not be forgiven. Shourei Yang. She would remember that name for her missing free five percent.

She almost too grumpily stood up and spoke after him. "My name is Ami Yukimura, Age 20, Creative Writing major." She took a bow to the class, "A pleasure."

She cleared her throat. And disposed of the disappointment in her voice. "Two sentences on what I think of love, huh?" She muttered. "Alright. One's life should be for justice. One finds love in life, therefore, Love is Justice." If nothing else, there was no hesitation in her voice. It was spoken clearly and no red blushes of embarrassment either. Her hand made a fist level to her chest. "Hehehe. Justice." She silently laughed to herself. One thing she didn't think of really, was that her small sense of justice most likely didn't match up to everyone else's in the class room. "So that's me and [i]him[/i]. Who's next?"