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Scoping out the other first years, Yoru wasn't exactly impressed with the lot of them. More specifically, she wasn't impressed with the foreigner and squidhead. While the majority of students were acting all buddy buddy with each other, the two of them were the worst. Rather than sit down and wait like good little students, they decided to spend at least part of the pre-preamble being generally unpleasant. The girl with purple hair could at least sound innocent when her venomous tongue wounded others, which was actually pretty funny. Squid and foreigner just seemed more bitchy with a capital B. Probably not good to associate with those two, especially for her own image. Well, what was the likelihood that the two of them ended up in the same class as-

Her thoughts were interrupted by an old man's literally chilling appearance. Soon, his monologue began. Despite being considered interesting by no party, Yoru still listened rather intently. If it came down to it and a teacher asked about the monologue, actually showing that one listened to it would increase her standing. Someone getting caught with their pants down only made them look like a idiot. You could probably  spin lovable ol' goof into an incredibly popular identity, but not when you're just a student and especially not a student in Ishin.

At least, not yet.

In any case, his monologue came to a close and Yoru was left without much guide as to what to do. The upperclassmen seemed to know, but they didn't really tell them either. Thankfully, it didn't take long for a bunch of upperclassmen to begin to shout out for their respective groups. [i]Class 1A[/i], the girl's voice rang out. That's where Yoru was.

It wasn't much surprise that Yoru's face almost instantly contorted into disappointment and annoyance that she saw the people she was trying to avoid. A couple of the others seemed nice, sure. But those bee-eye-tee-cee-aitch-eee-eses were there too. Yea, sure. Yoru played nice with others, at least most of the time. Her standing was much more important than endless verbal dunkings on fools. That didn't mean she enjoyed it. It was going to be a long school year, unless they were secretly enjoyable to be around. The chances of that? Pretty low. Well, she'd bite her tongue. At least, while other people were watching.

Extending its arm, she wheeled out her suitcase from under her chair. Wasn't really much point in dilly-dallying. Fixing whatever expression she made, she walked towards the girl calling for them. She won the genetic lottery, so it'd seemed. Natural cat ears were super popular. Better than patchy-fur, ugly eyes, and a deformed face. Though, there were always different strokes for different folks. People on the internet often enjoyed weird things.

Which was weird.

Nonetheless, she joined up with the 1A group. Between the general passive aggressiveness of a few notable people and not wanting to get onto the wrong side of drama, Yoru decided to not start shit so early. Plus, she didn't exactly etch out the useful people to be around. The only people that she paid close attention to before the intense old-man monologue were the people she wanted to avoid associating with. Besides that, she could only see the more friendly groups. Well, she might as well introduce herself to the entire class, even with the instantly odd atmosphere of two girls about to go at it. Following the example of another girl with pigtails, she put on a well-practiced smile. Not too intense, not too mute. Just enough to maximize approachability.

[color=ccb6b4]"Hello~!"[/color] She said in an introduction that could only be described as melodic.[color=ccb6b4]"I'm Genkuro Yoru. It's certainly a pleasure to meet all of you. Let's have a good school year, no?"[/color] It was executed without so much as a stutter or slip. Not really out of an innate talent of public speaking, but from days spent dedicated in front of a mirror.