[center][u][b][h2][color=gray]Osamu Kenzo[/color][/h2][/b][/u][/center]
[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
[center][b]Interacting With: [/b][@Sunbather], possibly [@Bornlucky][/center]

Osamu's attention turned to the stage as the call came for silence. It would not do for him to give anything less than his full attention to the Supervisor, or any staff member that demanded the student body's attention. The supervisor immediately began to speak of the rigors associated with attendance of Ishin Academy. Osamu had heard much of what to expect from his father, though they both expected that things would have changed in the 20 odd years since he had attended personally. Goodness knew the presence of foreign students spoke volumes about how much had changed here. He believed himself ready for the trials to come, and yet, a small piece of him disagreed with what he heard. It was not some great rebellion or defiance that swelled within him, but he did question the seemingly antagonistically competitive narrative that was being spun here. It was Osamu's firm belief that they should work together as a body to further their development, rather than leaving people behind if they seemed to fail. Provided it did not involve him having to directly defy authority, Osamu for one would be doing his best to prop his comrades up rather than beat them down.

At the conclusion of the supervisor's speech, Osamu looked at his pamphlet to confirm the details. He was in room 15 of the Chiheisen building with a student named "Hanamura Daiki". The name wasn't familiar to him, but that was to be expected. Yachiyo piped up again to mention they were in the same building. He nodded in response. He did wonder about it, however; the rooms were clearly deliberately non co-ed, but with the opposite sex close at hand, surely someone could just walk down the hall a bit to engage in youthful mischief? He would have to trust that the faculty had already accounted for that possibility. [color=gray][b]"Indeed. I don't suppose you have any idea who yours is?"[/b][/color] Again, it was ultimately unlikely, but there was always a chance that two people going to this school happened to know each other and share a room.

After a few moments, Osamu seized upon an idea. [color=gray][b]"If you don't mind, I'm going to try something very quickly..."[/b][/color] He said to Yachiyo, concerned she might be startled if he tried this without warning. Clearing his throat, he clearly, yet none too loudly, called out, [color=gray][b]"Hanamura Daiki?"[/b][/color] It turned the heads of a few people near him, but his call was not too loud or disruptive to bother the entire crowd. If chance was on his side, his roommate-to-be might just hear him and find him, and that would certainly shorten the wait to find out who they really were. If he wasn't to be so lucky, he would just have to carry on to the dorms and put this brief embarrassment out of his mind. It was somewhat of a long shot to expect his roommate to conveniently be in earshot when he called, but he figured it was worth a shot.