[center][h3]Zephyr Quix[/h3]
[b]Main Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTJziwsA2jA]Psycho Motion[/url][/b]
[b]Current Theme: [url=https://youtu.be/jHLrUhAxVsE]Two Sugars[/url][/b][/center]

[color=#FF004F][i]”So, Amy’s her name?”[/i][/color] The thought crossed echoed in his mind as the recently acquainted girl was spirited away by a couple senpais.  This felt like the junction of a visual novel’s main route where the player meets a heroine, but the current state of matters don’t allow for a developmental conversation to continue.  Zephyr definitely felt responsible for the series of events, his normally upbeat disposition decreased in brightness slightly with a sullen look.  A bit of his mind tried to hazard why she attempted to play off her ankle injury like it was nothing detrimental.  He was also surprised by how nonchalantly she reacted towards facing a potential life and death situation.  

Zeph didn’t have the capability to feel negative emotions, so he was expecting the reticent blonde to shoulder the entirety of the fright transpiring in that whole debacle.  A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the Amazoness, the self-proclaimed “Strongest Woman on the Planet” stormed off to turn a few of her pupils into knuckle sandwiches.  Personally, Zephyr was more of a burger or melt kind of kid, but he wasn’t one to judge.  Since barehanded CQC was the sole form of combat available to the students deciding to fight, albeit versatility was probably a factor taken into account by every student there, an open field didn’t exactly offer a myriad of options applicable in fighting.  A rock to the head with a bit of momentum behind it would be enough to drop a normal adversary, but Zeph had the faint feeling that Itsuko-sensei wasn’t, well, [i]normal[/i].  Due to the fact that the white-haired boy wasn’t really a blossoming flower when it came to hand-to-hand combat, he ended up frivolously bowing in apology when his teacher nearly tore both Lucifer and him a new one.  If he was to get into the shootout with the ardent instructor, maybe he would have a chance to strut his stuff, but that would probably be left for another day.

Zephyr sternly tightened the nape of his tie and promptly spun around on the ball of his knee to face, or rather, gaze down at the boy...girl… androgynous… probably the first option, the individual who introduced himself as Lucifer with his own native greeting.  The boy wasn’t aware attending this school was going to be as much of a cultural experience as it was an educational one.  But, suffice it to say, it was definitely one with many bumps lying ahead.  He was already finding PE practice to be an enlightening class, he couldn’t help but to want to see what their teacher had up her sleeve next.  Zephyr picked up his vest and managed to tighten the strap with tired appendages.  Only now did he begin to feel the effects of the arduous task he was about to embark upon yet again, the boy’s posture dropped minutely with the additional weight, but he kept his energetic composure firing on all cylinders.  

[color=#FF004F]”Alright, Lucifer!  We shall run ‘til we drop!  Onwards!  Fighting!  Fighting!”[/color] The boy energetically cheered with a fist raised highly in the sky.  [color=#FF004F]”...Aaaaaaand, march!”[/color] Zephyr raised one foot, yet unfortunately, the other didn’t really get the memo and remained idle.  The student let out a short-lived [color=#FF004F]”Wha?”[/color] before falling face first into the ground.  The tropes were ever so evident today.  The boy pushed himself off of the ground, tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes as he did so.  [color=#FF004F]”Fighting… fighting… let’s just go…”[/color] He ended off lacking any morale as he began to the jog without an end in sight.  He would have to hit the showers later, and throw on a spare change of clothes.  Now the question was, where was such a place located?  Hopefully Zephyr would receive a schedule soon, and find out what his agenda actually listed.  Well, that was not the task at hand.  His lone order was to run, and he would damn well run.  While sniffling every so often, that is.