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April 7th -- School Grounds
“Yeah, I guess that was a little wild, huh? As for me, I’m Shiori Kanemaru, but you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with! Also, it’s no problem! Accidents happen! Was my danged fault for gawking at the door anyhow.”
"Sure it was, sunshine. Anyways, nice to meet you Shiori. I'm happy to be in the same class as you. I think we'll get along just fine"
"Sure it was, sunshine. Anyways, nice to meet you Shiori. I'm happy to be in the same class as you. I think we'll get along just fine"
Ume's peripherals caught the form of a rather foreign figure. Turning her head to face the person helping the jelly girl up, Ume was surprised to see a dark-skinned, American entering the 1-A classroom. Ume noticed that the girl was tall and lean, her features reflecting an air of responsibility and confidence beyond her years. She nearly caught the freshman off guard with her sharp appearance. She seemed like she was here to do a life-long duty. Another voice snapped Ume's eyes back towards Shiori, this one now coming from the invisible substance she had shoved away from the girl. 'So, it really was a hip I shoved', the girl thought to herself.
"You guys alright? Yeah, sorry about that. Invisible. Happens a lot." A small chuckle accompanied the boy's sentence. "So are all of you part of 1-A as well? Maybe now would be a good time to introduce ourselves, then. I'm Peter Koro, I'm a transfer student from the US." Goodness, there were a lot of transfer students. Wasn't this a Japanese school? The voice was gradually starting to levitate to the form of a short, brunette boy who had been watching the group since the beginning. Perhaps the two were friends. "And, well... This is my quirk. I look forward to classing with you!" "And you too, Peter.", Ume responded, giving a slight glare to the boy beside the invisible voice. He was giving her a bad case of the hundred-yard stare. She'd keep an eye out for the two; they seemed to have the right intentions, but just the knack for becoming trouble. But, hell, who knew. They could have gotten in through recommendations.
As Ume wrapped up her conversation with Shiori, the student body started to squeeze itself through the small door of the classroom and onward. It seemed time for homeroom to start, and for people to start introducing themselves.
Ume was pleasantly surprised to be situated in seat number seven; a lucky number for a lucky year. Shiori sat herself directly in front of the turqouise-haired freshmen. That was luck for sure. "I guess we're desk-mates, sunshine.", Ume commented. "Luckily, your little invisible admirer is all the way across the class. I guess you won't be advanced upon anytime soon.", she followed up, her eyes starting to wander about the crowd of curious students. A certain Hirohiko and Kazuo caught Ume's attention first with their hoisting act; there seemed to be have been another falling accident.
"I'm Kazuo Mizushima, by the way. And this guy here is Hirohiko Yamabuki. I'm looking forward to learning with everybody." , the boy greeted his classmates, carrying his friend to his seat and subsequently taking an opportunity to greet everyone. Kazuo seemed to be a rather confident and capable young man; Hirohiko, a little less so. However, Ume was impressed by the second boy's ability to stay calm under the embarrassment of being tugged off the ground. Ume would have been beat-red in the face if that had happened to her.
The jelly girl sat right across from Ume, politely and carefully plopping herself down into her chair. "Hey, sorry for not checking up on you before. My name's Ume, and I gotta say, you took that fall like a champ", the turqouise-haired girl politely chatted.
The American, Ume remembered her name as Isabella, could be found near the back of the class. A face of some anxiousness and confusion could be seen flash on the girl's face, but that was soon replaced with a low rumble and a protein bar. At least Ume wasn't the only one that couldn't help but scrunch her face at the first day of school. "She's dealing with it a lot better than I am.", thought the freshman, a dull, blue feeling starting to spread itself back over her.
Such a feeling had no time to grow it's roots, however, as a quick student announcement was made by the self-appointed head of class, Nobu. Ume could almost taste the arrogance rolling off his tongue as he spoke. It had the taste of cracking sulfur.
“Alright sidekicks, you better listen up! Since it seems some people haven't gotten the memo, allow me to give you the best piece of advice you'll get from this ‘prestigious’ school: learn to settle for second. Because the only one who's gonna reach the top is me, Noboru Nobounaga!”
The first thing to cross Ume's mind was not Shun's pineapple, nor his kind demeanor. No, it was Nobu is a complete prick. The whole class was anxious to have a good first-day, everyone wanted to do their best. Everyone was on a complete social and academic edge on the first day of school, and this kid just comes up and thinks he can disregard all of that by throwing trash out his mouth at this mass of nervous freshmen. Ume was confused by how truly high-mighty a person could be on the first day of school, in spite of all the insecurities that it brought on everyone.
Ume's mouth started to talk faster then she could think. The sense of insecurity Nobu tried to install just became pure irritation at his deameanor "Oh shut up. You're in seat number two, not number one. You're at the most number two, not number one. Bring it down a few notches, will ya'.", Ume quickly retorted. Another voice soon followed her own, however. That of the confident Kazuo.
"I guess you really do learn something new every day. I guess given I'm from here, I'd have been the one to bring a pineapple, since it's technically mine and Hirohiko's neighborhood. Although, to be honest, I think the gesture would be lost on the little guy over here."
Ume turned her head to face the warm and welcoming face of Shun behind her. Had she never been to Okinawa on vacation every other year, she would have thought the boy another foreign transfer. In his large hands rest a solemn, yellow pineapple. She was reminded of a tradition that she was exposed to a few times during her family's bi-annual vacations. "Oh! I'm sorry for raising my voice when you were trying to introduce yourself. My name's Ume, and it's great to have another cheery person in the class." , the turqouise-haired girl greeted the Okinawan. She motioned to the black-haired girl in front of her before continuing, "This is Shiori, and I'm very happy to have Okinawa's hospitality this far out in the cold."
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