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

When their senpai called out Hajo and her future roomie, her eyes lit up. She stretched herself onto her tippy-toes, hands balled into loose fists, slowly shaking in excitement. However, her new friend seemed to not have heared the announcement. Or, if they did, Hajo thought, they were of a less-excitable kind than she would've liked. With puffed out cheeks and a pout, Hajo descended back onto her soles, allowing her shoulders to slump. Unsure what to do with herself and the now homeless enthusiasm that had surged within her just a moment ago, she merely fidgeted, massaging a fingertip between the index-finger and thumb of the opposite hand, her face cast towards the floor.

It seemed most of the pairs chattered away, leaving Hajo with a sense of emptiness. After a moment or two, she straightened herself out, and snuck towards the tall boy (Shin? Shuun? That was it, Shun.) and their upperclassman Nekohara. As she peaked past his wide frame, seeing the somewhat flustered senpai, Hajo tilted her head, giving Shun a mischievous smirk. With an index-finger resting on her chin, she leered up at him, musing aloud. [color=cfcaef]"Shuun-san, I thought boys liked it when there's a bunch of girls in their class?"[/color] There were few to no hints at accusing him of any wrong-doing, though Hajo shrugged as if to dismiss such a thing anyways. [color=cfcaef]"You've got a lot of space to yourself, at least!"[/color] she squeaked in what she hoped would be an encouraging tone of voice. 

[color=cfcaef]“What does Ishin think we think it is?”[/color]

Turning towards the cat-eared second-year, Hajo brought her arms behind her back, rocking on her heels and the ball of her feet in an almost jittery fashion. [color=cfcaef]“Mh... is it not a high quality but, like, suuuper strict school? Like Shiketsu? Honestly, that's why I applied after... Well, it just seemed right, but, uh...”[/color] She craned her neck, looking over the crowd, where her gaze lingered on the takoyaki mascot, the comically-grumpy foreigner, then back to Shun. [color=cfcaef]“Our class is kinda goofy, though, isn't it?”[/color] She smiled, now intertwining her fingers behind her back, her posture shifting into a lackadaisical one.  [color=cfcaef]“It must be funny to watch our class being so mixed. I mean...”[/color] she paused, her nose scrunching up. Her eyes flittered over towards Osamu, then Adrianne. [color=cfcaef]“It really writes itself, with Kenzo Jr. over there next to her.”[/color] She pointed non-chalantly, for a moment or two, and suddenly she seemed a lot more aware of her classmates than previously. [color=cfcaef]“I think it's fun! But... unexpected for Ishin, perhaps?”[/color]