[center][h1][color=ed1c24]S[/color]hez[color=ed1c24]mu[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][i][color=f7941d]"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."[/color][/i][/center]


A crimson-haired man walked into the school gates.

He was late again. Not that anyone could say anything about that, though. He was not teaching any classes, so none of the facility members could have said anything against him [i]not[/i] showing up, either. In fact, the crimson warrior came to the school for the sake of getting used to his job.

Time had passed by slowly for the man known as Shezmu. He killed time- and occasionally, people- in the strangest of ways. He lived with the wonder of his unavoidable fate of being tossed aside as soon as his purpose was fulfilled.

He wore clothes unfitting of a teacher, but he could retort that some of the students needed to dress up in a less revealing manner. A yawn left him before a lazy smirk formed on his face.

His hands in his pockets, the crimson man entered the school grounds.
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[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color] [color=7bcdc8]Aoi[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][i][color=a2d39c]"Laughter is the best medicine."[/color][/i][/center]

A cyan-haired woman huffed as she repeatedly leapt over a jump rope. She did not seem to sweat that much, despite how long she had been exercising without a proper rest.

So far, life at Orean seemed interesting, though not quite at the "fun" level yet. She needed to get along with people if she wanted to do things other than rolling around with random game consoles in her hands. The woman was confident that she would get along with people, however, due to her optimistic nature.

Uttering words from her native language, she continued to count numbers, consistently jumping over the rope she held onto for quite a while.
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[center][h1][color=f26522]Sa[/color][color=fff79a]ya[/color][/h1][/center]

Saya flinched when her cheek was kissed. [color=fff79a]Ilvya[/color] and several motherly people did that to her, so the familiar feeling of warmth made her feel a little better. She still, however, hoped that the woman would not hurt other people like she did to [color=ed1c24]Cigarette[/color]. Slapping people was bad according to [color=ed1c24]Papa[/color].

Squirming on her feet, the girl awkwardly stood as the [color=ec008c]woman[/color] bid her farewell. When the woman had departed, Saya glanced up at Cigarette.

She then, still cautious of the f-cks Cigarette had to give, slowly tip-toed up to the dark-haired woman. After the distance between them was closed more than before, Saya took out a potato chip and held it to Cigarette's direction. She would also attempt to give a chip to the other person (Lisa) that appeared at a good time.

Her face remained blank, though her lips were softly pursed.