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[center][h2]Izayoi Kageyama[/h2][/center]

It was an...odd feeling, being back in a public school after so many years of home tutoring. Well, this wasn't exactly a 'public school', in the strictest terms of the definition...more like a Private Academy, but the feelings still stood! Izayoi Kageyama made his way to the designated classroom, his lithe form smoothly avoiding collision against rushing students as they fought to make their way to their classes before the 'tardy bell'. Honestly, he found the entire situation somewhat amusing...most of 'em had spent at least five minutes outside, gawking at the Academy building, so he didn't really see why they decided to pick up the pace as soon as they actually entered the school...but eh, it wasn't really his business, was it? 

Idly, the teenage hero ran a pale hand through his shaggy head of black hair, shaking the organized chaos with a flick of the wrist, before bringing his hand back down into his pocket. The school uniform was a bit annoying, but nothing that he hadn't expected - the slacks were slim on his long legs, and he knew that the blazer and shirt/tie combo complimented it well, so it wasn't too much of an eyesore. [i]Still,[/i] Golden eyes twitched slightly in faux annoyance, [i]Gray? Why such a muted color?[/i]

So focused on his thoughts, that Izayoi hadn't even noticed that he'd reached the classroom until he almost slammed face-first into the wooden door. Thankfully, reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly side-stepped the broad side, twisting the knob with a quick flick of the wrist and neatly stepping through the entrance. Surprisingly enough, there weren't many students inside - only a few...one girl, and two dudes, it seemed. Izayoi's calm, sharp gaze quietly flitted between the three, taking in everything he could see on the exterior. 

The girl seemed pretty relaxed, all things considered, and the boy currently talking to her had just...hit his head on her desk? Izayoi's stoic demeanor threatened to break, so he quickly turned his attention to the other guy, unable to stop the slow, amused smirk that had fallen onto his lips. The ginger boy seemed much more in control than the black-haired one, that's for sure. He also seemed to have a lot of grease and oil covering his body...probably from working on vehicles before coming to the Academy today? There was quite a bit of it, too.

Alright then, the least he could do was help the guy out, right? No one probably told him that he was covered with grease. Kinda screwed up.

[b]"Yo."[/b] Izayoi greeted the girl and boy - that was currently in the opposite corner of the room. He gave them a friendly wink, his amused smirk only growing as he eyed the two. [b]"You should probably get that forehead checked out, man."[/b] He tossed his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the ginger boy on calm, casual footsteps. Once he reached the dude's desk, he leaned back on the desk behind him, dropping his bag on the floor and letting out a relaxed sigh. 

[b]"Ah...feels good to sit. Anyways, quick tip,"[/b] Izayoi blinked his eyes, leaning forward a bit. One slender hand rose to point at the boy's face. 

[b]"You have oil on your cheek."[/b] His smirk turned into a crooked half-grin.