[CENTER][h1][color=#BCB0B4]KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[hr][right][color=gray][color=BCB0B4]Location[/color] — Outside Ishin Academy
[color=BCB0B4]Interacting[/color] — [@TGM][/color][/right][hr]

[indent]Akemi buried the urge to scoff with a long drag on her cigarette. The fact it was the entrance ceremony was exactly [i]why[/i] they'd be hard-asses. All the advertisements for Ishin couldn't stop spouting off about the harsh, spartan nature of the school, rambling on and on about pedigree and discipline. It was as if the school took some kind of twisted pride in being a joyless hellscape, declaring all their competitors soft and lesser by compare, even though they were surpassed by Tokyo's dear UA. The staff probably took sick satisfaction in 'breaking in' the new kids, to show them their 'rightful place' and stamp out any dissent good and early. 

That, or she was just projecting. But it was too early in the morning and too late in her life to start introspecting, so she buried that thought under another drag too.

[color=BCB0B4]"You're a bad liar, Hidaka Honoka. If you weren't worried, you wouldn't be talkin' so much or so fast,"[/color] The blonde declared eventually, peeling her pale hues off the equally blue sky above, and redirecting them to her classmate, now bereft of ramen. She searched the teen's face for a few moments, perhaps to see what her angle was, or perhaps just to make her uncomfortable with the long, unaccompanied eye contact. Eventually, she spoke again, cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth as she did. 

[color=BCB0B4]"Kemurikage Akemi."[/color][/indent]