[b]Shuai Taidan - Grimm Studies[/b]

The door at the back of the lecture hall clicked open, and a solitary figure immediately slipped through, surreptitiously glancing around the room even as he made his to a quiet seat far from the front where the lecturer for the class had yet to appear. He was a pretty young man, his handsome and delicate face framed by long, flowing hair. There was no ponytail today - no scrunchies, headbands or any other accessories were present - and instead the pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup. Two long, extended parts of his fringe dropped around his cheeks, and a simple, thin cowlick drooped from the top of his head.

Clad in a militaristic uniform, the young man shuffled into his chair, plonking down without taking out any books, or really, even having anything to carry learning materials in. The reason being that Shuai Taidan, senior student, had absolutely no need to turn up to a first-year class. He didn't even have a class this period.

Yet despite it, the violet-eyed fellow decided that it would be fun to sneak into the back of a class and see what the youth of today was learning.