Vaunivor
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Syrenrei
AHeartlessNobody
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Vampiretwilight
Mood: Somber → Contemplative
Location: School grounds → Dorm
Interacting With: Father
“Hm, first again?” Yi Hyun-Sik’s father grunted as the he read Sevit Academy’s ranking board. He tugged absently at his short beard, knitting his brow as he examined the list. “Don’t let this get to your head, Hyun-Sik. Even though you’ve done well so far, there is always room for error. I expect nothing less from you during your final year at this school.”
“Yes, sir,” Hyun-Sik replied stiffly. He stood at his father’s side, looking up at his own name atop the board. It was always at the top, and it would remain at the top. His father had no reason to remind him that he couldn’t get lazy during his senior year at Sevit. Naturally an overachiever, Hyun-Sik would never let himself settle for anything but the best. He would spend every waking hour studying in solitude if it meant attaining a perfect score. Despite what his father said, there was no room for error in his work.
“Set a good example for the other students,” his father nodded sagely. “Show them what it means to earn your rank, and remember that you represent your family with everything you do.”
Hyun-Sik winced slightly as an image of his sickly mother appeared unwelcomed inside his mind. However, he recovered quickly so as not to show weakness before his father. The older man believed in hard expressions and square shoulders in the face of tragedy, and he would not stand for anything less. “Yes, sir,” came the determined reply.
“Good, good,” his father mused, glancing at his watch. “I have a meeting with an important client in half an hour, so I’ll leave you to do your moving in. Don’t let me down, Hyun-Sik.”
“Yes, father,” the student answered evenly. Numb to his father’s constant appointments and business meetings after so many years, he was unsurprised that the man wasn’t going to stay while he moved into the dorm. After all, there were more productive things he could do with his time than help his son unpack a suitcase. It was to be expected.
The two parted ways, and Hyun-Sik began the trek down to the boys’ dorms with his navy blue suitcase bumping along the sidewalk behind him. Along the way, he watched as other Sevit Academy students chatted nostalgically with old friends, shared parting embraces with family members, and struck up conversations with new students that they would most likely become friends with over the course of the semester. Their interactions were all very foreign to him. Stone-hearted and aloof, he didn’t have a close relationship with anyone. But that didn’t matter. In the end, friends were fickle and family was imperfect. The only things one was truly left with were the accomplishments he built for himself; the immortality of his title. It was a concept that few people seemed to understand, but Hyun-Sik held onto it religiously.
Now in the front lobby of the boys’ dorms, he thumbed through the alphabetized student IDs in search of his own name. It didn’t take long to find, as there were few others with a surname beginning with the letter “Y.” He checked the room assignment on his ID: 205; a second-floor room near the center of the hall. Perfect. It would be just close enough to the stairs that he could easily get around, yet just far enough away that he wouldn’t have to put up with the incessant noise of students running up and down as they traveled about the dorms. He couldn’t have hoped for a better location.
Hyun-Sik carted his suitcase to the elevator—while he usually preferred to take the stairs, it was easier to transport his luggage this way—and waved his key card in front of the scanner for admittance. The lock flashed green and emitted a soft buzz, and in the next moment, the elevator doors slid open. He stepped inside and pressed the second floor button, waiting as he was carried up to the next level of the building. When he reached it, he exited into the hallway and walked down to room 205, repeating the procedure of presenting his key card to a scanner and opening the door when the lock flashed green. He stepped into the room and looked around. So far, it seemed like his roommate had yet to arrive. He smiled. This meant he had first pick of the beds.
Hyun-Sik brought his suitcase to the window-side bed and dropped it on the mattress. Here, he would have a good view of the courtyard in front of the dorm. He cared little about the beauty of it, however, as his main goal was to be able to see the front entrance of the building. His father had always drilled into him the importance of having an edge over his rivals. While he didn’t have any yet, he wanted to be prepared in case he found himself with one or two later in the semester. Knowledge was power, after all, and knowing the whereabouts of his opponents could prove to be a useful tool in the future.
With his choice of bedding made, Hyun-Sik began unpacking his suitcase.