[h2]Maki Rika[/h2]

"..."

Rika narrowed her eyes. Did this girl just call her...

There was a height difference. Sure. But that wasn't stopping the black-haired girl. Raising one hand until she could reach her new partner's head, she brought it down in a sharp blow, chopping at the taller girl's forehead almost immediately. Once the deed had been done, she lowered her hand and folded her arms, glaring up at the girl with intensity comparable to the sun. If the sun was small and humanoid, at least. So not comparable to the sun at all, actually.

Regardless, the black-haired girl looked away.

"Hmph!" Rika huffed, "[i]That's[/i] what I qualify as stupid!"

Looking back up at the girl, she shifted her hands from being folded across her chest to her hips, leaning forward slightly as she kept looking up at Michi.

"You'd have to be a real idiot to assume that I'm too young," she continued, "How would I be in this school if I wasn't at least fifteen?"

Rika straightened and turned on her heel, arms folded across her chest once more as her back came to face Michi. She really hoped that her new partner did not continue to act like such an idiot. She wanted a straight-forward, clear cut relationship that didn't get hung up on trying to be friends or whatever. As long as Michi's desire to help her grew, so would her power, so wasn't that all that would matter? Of course it was.

"Let's get to our dorm," she said, "And hopefully you'll learn not to say something stupid again."

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[h2]Kudou Chie[/h2]

Chie smiled as she saw her partner unloading quite the enormous amount of pictures from her bag. Somehow, she always found room to spread her siblings all across the dorm no matter how unlikely it seemed. She's own belongings were mostly kept to her corner. Prized among them was, well... that wonderful, sleek black case that held it. Her guitar. Ahh, she'd be back with the light music club again this year... with a pang of melancholy, she realized it'd be the last time. After all, this was her last year at Akiyama-Kreuz. She'd go off to some university afterwards. The same as whatever Yuri ended up going to, of course.

"Haah... jeez, last year we'll be seeing one of these dorms... it feels kind of surreal."

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[h2]Tomoe Miki[/h2]

"... Haaah..."

It was done. All the way. Miki nearly collapsed into her swiveling chair at her desk, clutching a can of soda in both hands as she leaned back. Every year, such an exhausting experience... to be truthful, she knew, and had attempted to help, find someone to replace her for the announcing part. But somehow it never worked out. Never. So once again, she had been late, which probably ruined things for at least one person, and she had to try and talk in front of so many students... on the bright side, her projections for ideal pairings had been followed to the letter this year.

Sometimes, there was some deviation, ultimately, as even if she was the head of that department there were so many people working on it and giving second opinions... and she rarely had a chance to check if they'd changed. For totally good reasons that weren't playing video games or watching anime, no not at all...

Miki took a sip of soda.

It was so... exhausting.