[h2]Ryuuto Anjou[/h2]

Ryuuto almost felt bad for the professor that was going to be assigning him a tuner. She was clearly not emotionally equipped to deal with a room full of restless teenagers and didn't think she would be able to enforce any kind of discipline should a student choose to act out. The cynic in him was tempted to ask why she had this job if she was so bad at dealing with people, but he figured that she was a talented scientist and dealing with students was just something that came along with the job. So, he decided to take the opportunity to ask questions in a more academic direction. He raised his hand and waited to be called on... but not every student seemed to have the same idea. "Have you considered a pixie cut?" The question was as stupid as it was rude, somehow managing to insult the professor while completely derailing the context of why they were here. Who cared about something as stupid as fashion? They were going to wear school uniforms anyway, so there was literally nothing that mattered less. He looked over to the girl who asked it so he knew not to get involved with her, and saw that it came from one of the older students. Shouldn't she know better, and what was she even doing here anyway?

Ryuuto shook his head and, since the students had already established the precedent of barking questions like a bunch of rabid journalists, he decided to at least call out something intelligent. "Excuse me, professor," he said, doing his best to make his voice heard above the din of "mingling" students. "I was doing some reading over the summer about receiver-tuner compatibility, and it seems there are a few theories out there. Some scientists believe that personality profiles are most important in establishing a high synchronization rate, while others believe that genetics play a larger role. What criteria do you use at this academy to select our partners?"

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[h2]Keiji Kojuro[/h2]

Keiji couldn't help but grin as Momo dragged him along without hesitation into her usual antics. There was no such thing as "mundane" whenever he spent time with her, and after a long break of trudging through his family's routing, plunging right back into Momo-land was quite refreshing. "So, the target is an ahoge bearer..." he said, not bothering to question why she had selected that particular trait out of all the other personal things they could be looking for. After all, it was natural of humans to seek out their own kind; maybe she just wanted a friend she could relate to in matters regarding hair dilemmas. Then again, maybe it was entirely arbitrary. The one thing he learned after being with Momo for two years was that it was best to just go with the flow. 

Keiji stood on his tippy-toes and was able to get a pretty good view of the crowd. Normally, he wouldn't mind giving her a boost, but they technically weren't even supposed to be here and he thought it would be better to at least wait until classes started to get into trouble. Then again, the only trouble that he could imagine getting into trouble with Miss Miki was being politely asked to go to their dorms while she conducted the pairings. He scanned the sea of smooth, round heads looking for an unruly wisp of hair that would make a worthy companion for his partner. However, the hair seemed unusually normal this year and Keiji was about to give up, but finally he saw one.

"Target sighted!" he said as he locked on to the head of one Kazuko Kenzaki. Her ahoge was a difficult to spot at first, as it wasn't nearly as pronounced as Momo's, but that rebellious curl on the front of her head that refused to lay with the rest of her hair definitely qualified. She was on the other side of the room, and there was no way that Momo would be able to spot it herself, so Keiji scooped her up by the waist, lifted her up above the taller students, and pointed her in the direction of Kazuko's ahoge. Miss Miki was sure to recognize them, but at least they would both know who to look for if they got kicked out.