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Interacted/mentioned: @kind of everyone but mostly [@ShwiggityShwah]

The distorted reflection of the mountain flickered within the immaculate, jet-black body of an entirely too-expensive car, slowing to a still-image as the car found the end of its path. With a mechanic click, the doors opened, and Yachiyo jumped onto the earth with a little leap, instantly dirtying her previously-spotless shoes.

[color=#cfcaef]"That's it!"[/color] 

The driver, hovering in between offering encouraging words and letting the moment be, nodded sagely, his eyes closed as if appreciative of the surrounding nature. "Quite so." He handed Yachiyo a small bag, which the girl strapped over her shoulder without hesitation, bucking up to reposition the strap into a more comfortable position, a bright smile fixed upon the rocky structure that loomed above her. "I assume the rest of your luggage will be accomodated shortly, Miss Adachihara?"

Yachiyo shrugged, and began to her pilgrimage upwards. 

[color=#cfcaef]"No clue; let-me-know-how-it went,-please-and-thank-youuu!"[/color] 

Graciously ignoring her chauffeurs evidently shook facade, the dark-haired girl marched on, registering every little pebble underneath her shoes with 

She was late. She knew. Her bags were the least of her concern. How would she scale this path in time?!

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The gentle pink that seemed to have made Yachiyo’s face a permanent residence had grown into a deep shade of red, her face flushed and laboured; her teeth were clenched, sucking in air through the lethargically-opened lips, knuckles pressed white against the leather straps of her bag, her shoes hopelessly smudged with caked layers of dirt.

[color=#cfcaef]"“I… I’m here,"[/color] she croaked, observing the scenery through heavy-lidded eyes. So many faces and different types. A guy with machine arms, a flower girl, a boy with an antenna, and a whole lot of other peeps, seemingly of all backgrounds and creeds. A small flame of excitement flickered inside her chest, but quickly chilled into a sad little dimmer upon witnessing the blue-skinned guy’s display.

[i]Just charming. Heh. [/i]

Yachiyo’s posture relaxed into a state of permissible exhaustion; she hadn’t been too late. Her lungs expanded with a direly needed deep breath, her grip loosened, her shoulders slumped just a tad and…

[i]I AM TOO LATE![/i]

Immediately returning to her militant stiffness, she hurried towards the lonesome teacher, beckoned by the two-tone-haired student, bowing feverously.

[color=#cfcaef]“I’m-very-sorry-for-this-disastrous-first-impression-please-do-forgive-me-I-promise-I-shall-not-disappoint-the-institution-after-such-a-humbling-recognition-it-is-an-honor-to-meet-and-study-under-you-I-assure-this-even-if-this-blue-skinned-hooligan-does-not-express-it-we-are-all-honored!”[/color]

She rattered her apology into the ground, loud enough to rival Hiroki, and uncomfortably out of space among her relaxed and confident future-classmates. The red cheeks flared into a sea of crimson as she realized her position, and quickly, Yachiyo straightened into a stiff nothing, forcing her face to turn into a smile that screamed a mute scream for help

[color=#cfcaef]“Uhm… Ahem, I mean, it’s a pleasure to make… everyone’s acquaintance.”[/color]

Then, finally, the awkwardly-touched girl allowed her eyes to leer away from the crowd, and wander across the unfamiliar faces of her fellow students. 

It wasn’t until her gaze met Guodo’s face that the crimson was exchanged for straight-up neon glow, steam piping through her ear canal to match her racing heartbeat.

[color=#cfcaef]“AN ABSOLUTE PUH-LEASURE, SENSEIII!”[/color]

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Yachiyo arrives at the bottom of the mountain by car, aches her way up but is late. Embarrasses herself immediately because her need for deference for authority is stronger than deadly exhaustion. Also she is weak and teach is canonically hot.
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