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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right][/center]

[b][color=cfcaef]“That's... really far enough, please.”[/color][/b]

The wheels of the foreign vehicle slowed down, reflecting the brushes of pink-blossoming branches in the piano black of its bonnet. The tinted window inside was only half closed, letting the driver's voice ring clear through the car; a sound that tore Yachiyo from her thoughts without patience or gentleness. "Are you sure, Mi-" [b][color=cfcaef]“Yes, quite, thank you very much,”[/color][/b] Yachiyo reassured the middle-aged chauffeur, and clicked open the door next to her before he could leave the vehicle to do it for her, or even just reply. [b][color=cfcaef]“Please tell mother and father all is well, I'll write them as soon as I can!”[/color][/b]

The raven-haired girl was uncomfortably aware of the glances her parent's car drew, both for its decadence as well as origin; truthfully, she herself thought it was an unusual choice for them. By proxy, she, too, felt bystander's eyes on herself as she retrieved her luggage from the trunk. After carefully closing it without much noise, Yachiyo turned to take in the surroundings. The IA building's roofs scraped at the scenery, sending sparks of excitement as well as anxiety through her insides. With her fingers tightening around the handle of her bag until the knuckles turned white, Yachiyo made her way onto the school grounds, soaking in every little detail of the property. Even the air around her seemed... denser than usual. The sight of the other, older students, induced a rush of stress coursing through her body. Her cheeks felt hot, and she was sure she was flushed already. 

[i][color=cfcaef]“Thank God...”[/color][/i]

The door, promising respite from stepping into the Senior's view, lured a shrill squeak out of the girl. Hastily, Yachiyo straightened out little wrinkles and creases out of her uniform, hectically tugging at and patting the fabric. After craning her neck as far as she could, and judging both front and back to be presentable, the aspiring heroine shuffled towards the section designated for first years like her, where the voices of three other students greeted her. With a quick look-around and a bitten bottom lip, Yachiyo cleared her throat as quietly as she could, and forced a smile onto her lips.

[b][color=cfcaef]“H-hello everyone! My name is Ookouchi Yachiyo, pleasure to meet you all.”[/color][/b] With an eshaku bow lowering her glance, Yachiyo suddenly found the nondescript floor particularly interesting, and much more appealing than direct eye contact, before sliding into an empty seat next to her fellow first year students, her posture stiff and seemingly nailed to the backrest of her seat, face glued towards the empty stage.