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

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

The wheels of the foreign vehicle slowed down, allowing the cherryblossom branches to reflect clearl 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 Hajo from her thoughts without patience or gentleness. 

"Are you sure, Mi-" 

[color=cfcaef]“Yes-quite-thank-you-very-much,”[/color] 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 so much as get out a reply. [color=cfcaef]“Please tell mom and dad that all is well, I'll write them as soon as I can!”[/color]

The lavender-haired girl was uncomfortably aware of the glances her parents' car drew from the passersby, 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, Hajo 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 bags until the knuckles turned white, Hajo made her way onto the school grounds, soaking in every little detail of the property. Even the air around her seemed, in lack of a better word, denser than usual. The sight of the other, older students, induced a rush of stress coursing through her body. Her cheeks felt hot, her skin felt damp, and her fuku seemed to cling to her skin; Hajo was sure she was flushed already, moreso than usual, as she forced herself to swallow the knot in her throat and make her way towards the main building. 

The anxiousness dissipitated as she stepped through the entrance gate, a brilliant smile instead softening her features into unabashed, childish glee. By the time she had been flooded into the hall along a cluster of other students, her face had lit up in spite of the modest interior. Finding a small spot to herself, Hajo hastily straightened out the little wrinkles and creases on 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 hero shuffled towards the section designated for first years like her, where the muted voices of other students greeted her. With a quick look-around and a bit bottom lip, Hajo slid into the seat next to a blue-haired girl with a tense expression, kicking her belongings underneath her seat.  

Like a kindergardener, she clasped the backrest and turned around, peeking up at the students that had already assembled. After observing two boys talking to one another, she returned to her seat almost properly, sitting on one of her ankles, a wide grin on her face. [color=cfcaef]"Nervous?"[/color] she asked the girl next to her, swaying left to right in uncontainable giddiness.