Gideon was oblivious to the stares and discerning glances thrown his way. His 6’5” frame made him stand out even among the huge diversity of the populated school, especially for his underclassmen status. His sharp features gave off a sense of athleticism, coupled with his bandaged hands, could only be called intimidating. He had grown used to the weary attention when he stood in his sister’s shadow, likened to a guard dog, thus the sensation of being watched was very familiar to Gideon.

He parted the sea of students with his presence alone and made his way to his tour guide a few minutes early. He recognized a girl from the volleyball team, she had stood out in practice as the shortest when he had passed by through the gymnasium. There was another girl that caught eyes with her pink hair. The color itself naturally drew the eye, but the girl herself was eye catching on her own. Gideon rated the both of them highly in his mind based on appearance alone. As his gaze wandered, his eyes met dead on with somebody else, but somehow, it felt like he was being looked through. After a moment, Gideon realized the boy was blind. Pity slowly rose up in his emotions but he mentally shrugged it off, he assumed the boy got plenty of it already. 

Among the students still arriving, a small girl not dissimilar to a porcelain doll joined their group. Anyone could tell without thinking that she was extremely nervous. Although Gideon was always somewhat oblivious, he had a natural tendency to try and alleviate any heavy mood, to the point of being seen as frivolous. Thus, he felt the need to lighten her’s.  So simply put, he introduced himself.

[color=orange]“You look like a freshman as well, my name’s Gideon. Yours?”[/color]