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[COLOR=B6B6B4]It wasn't like Seiya never paid attention to her surroundings, no matter how many times the upperclassmen might have called her an airhead in the past. Just as the tall boy slipped by her to leave the classroom, something slipped out of his bag and clattered to the floor. Her eyes followed the item-- a pen --as it rolled to the side. He didn't even seem to notice he had dropped the belonging, so she bent down and called out after him. [color=#A2B5CD][b]"Oh, ah, e-excuse me! You dropped your pen!"[/b][/color] Hopefully she was loud enough to notice, even though she didn't know the boy's name. It was far too early in the semester to know someone she didn't interact with on a daily basis. Maybe she should go on ahead and try to make an effort in getting to know everyone's name...

Someone else approached her before the pen could be retrieved by the tall stranger. Seiya blinked and turned to face the boy. He was shorter than she was, with bright red hair. What was his name, again? Christ, their teacher had made them introduce themselves in the beginning of the semester. Had she suddenly forgotten everyone's name? [color=#A2B5CD][b]"W-we're supposed to read the next chapter, outline it, and define the terms on page 18. There's about ten of them I believe."[/b][/color] Their class had only begun to learn about the first emperor of Japan, Emperor Jimmu, along with his dynasty and the ones that succeeded it. While not necessarily difficult to get a grasp of, even she got confused with some terms at times. History wasn't her best subject, though she was always willing to lend a hand to people who potentially needed it. [color=#A2B5CD][b]"I was actually on my way to the cafe to work on the assignment a little. Want to join me?"[/b][/color]

A voice rang out from outside. Seiya glanced away from the boy for a moment to catch sight of yet another red-haired boy, one that was calling out the tall one for cutting in front of her. She flinched a little; there was hostility in the boy's voice. She was aware of the brown-haired one's bloodline, yes, but he hadn't really done anything that shocking as of yet. He just seemed like he was in a hurry. Her gaze flicked back to the boy she was talking to, pretending to not have heard anything. She had seen the student council member around before-- he didn't seem like the friendly type. It was better not to get in his way. [/color]