[Ichiyo Yamamoto rides up to the large, pink school building and furiously dismounts his bicycle, hastily locking it to one of the bike racks situated in front. In addition to these, the building has marble steps leading to the front entrance, separated by a large marble platform between the two sets of long, flat stairs. In the middle of the landing stands a flagpole, proudly flying the flag of Bunnyville, pink with a stylized bunny face in the centre. Somewhat less proudly, it also flies a pair of underpants, likely stolen from an unfortunate underclassman and hung up by a gang of miscreants. The stairs are framed on one side by a large playground, complete with skytubes, fireman's pole, and ball pit. Further past that is one wing of the school, with windows overlooking the play area. On the other side is a gazebo and small field with pathways, surrounded by gardens which line the school building and sidewalk. Once again, further past this is a wing of the school building. Directly above the main entrance, which has an overhang supported by white columns, are the administrative offices. On the opposite end are the athletic fields, including track, courts for various sports, and a football field. Parallel to the school and adjacent with several of the fields is a large lake, which is often used for physical education activities, and even more frequently during the summer. From above, the school is a rough silhouette of a bunny's head, with the lake appearing to be the body.]

*speedwalks up the steps and through the front entrance to the school, backpack bouncing against his back as he carries it with one arm only*
Jeez, there's no one even here. I can't be that late already, can I?
*practically runs to his homeroom, but fails to arrive before the bell rings, despite having his hand at the door as it does so*
Aw crud, and I got up on time and everything today. It's not even like we're doing much at this point. I shouldn't even have to come in to school.
*pusges open the door anyway and begins the walk of shame to his seat, when he spies an out of place splash of pink dangling from it*
That is my desk, right? Yup, definitely is. But...I can't seem to remember putting anything...is that a streamer? My birthday was MONTHS ago, what's going on?
*takes his seat somewhat warily, inspecting the sides quickly before looking up at the teacher*

*chances a glance towards him, silently willing him not to open his desk, tensing as she watches the teacher's pen move down the list of names*

[Pushing up his glasses, the teacher sighs, not even having to look up from the register as he marks his late arrival.] Ichiyo Yamamoto... I'm sure you know as well as I do that this simply isn't good enough. I don't expect it to happen again. Should you continue failing to meet the school's expectations-

[The classroom door slides open and a short, cheerfully chubby woman walks in, waving casually to the students as if they were friends, some of them waving back, smiling.] Good mooorninnnggg, everyone! [The woman, who also happens to be the headmistress of Bunnyville High and the wife of the stern homeroom teacher, bounces over to the teacher's desk, embracing the bewildered man.] And how are YOU this morning, dear~? My oh my, late? He most certainly was NOT, you mean old thing! I saw him just a moment ago, looking flustered right outside the door when the bell rang! Bless, the poor sweetheart... Let me see that! [The woman daintily snatches the register from the teacher's hands while his face reddens, mouth agape, and Ichiyo Yamamoto's name is marked as being present on time, some of the students giggling and even clapping as the headmistress hands back the register triumphantly.] There now, all better! And see that you leave this poor sweet boy alone - I don't expect it to happen again!

*relaxes in her chair, forgetting all about the cute bomb planted in her classmate's desk, relieved at the arrival of the headmistress* (Kyaaa, I'm so glad I employed her~! Someone needs to keep him in check~... And she's the embodiment of Bunnyville High's dream of teaching true kindness and joy to the students~!) ^///w///^

*slumps over his desk, bookbag on the floor next to him*
While I'm thankful the headmistress stepped in, I kinda feel bad for the guy. He was just doing his job; it's not really like he was wrong. I wonder if there's something wrong with my alarm? Maybe I'm just too slow in the mornings. I bet she's just as cheery in the mornings as she always is. Heh, or maybe she's cranky until she has her coffee. Either way, I wouldn't want to live with her. Too perky. It's almost inhuman. How did they even end up together? Ah, wait, crud, he's probably gonna get mad at me now because I caused a scene in front of the rest of the students. I'd better not give him anything else to get mad about.
*is reminded of the streamers dangling from the inside of his desk as one leg brushes up against them.*
Oh yeah. These. It's...probably some kinda prank or something.
*looks back at some of the male classmates behind him who look at him and snicker*
Ugh. Definitely a prank then. I don't really want to deal with this right now. I...can probably make it until I can confront them without having to open it, right? Or maybe they just did the streamers? That's just the kind of lame prank Kanko would pull.
...this gonna be one of those days.

[Clearing his throat, the teacher proceeds to read out the notices for the day, clinging to his dignity. Nodding to his wife politely as she heads for her office, a smile passes over his lips despite the frequent embarrassments she brings him. Returning his attention to the papers in front of him, he continues to read.] ...in addition, the preparations for the school exhibition will begin following lunchtime, taking place in the auditorium. All students will be asked to sort themselves into groups and decide on a project together. Oh, as a side note... Please try not to go completely overboard with the haunted house exhibit this year. There always is one, and last year things got out of hand... Remember, we expect you to tidy up after yourselves as well. So no fake blood drenching the floorboards, understood?
[At this, nearly everyone nods rigidly, some of the more mischievous boys grinning.]

*freezes at the word "groups", panic rising in her* (Oh why, whyyy does it always have to be in groups~?!) >///< (You can already tell who'll go with who, and some of those whosies aren't very productive together~...!) *casts her eyes over at the class clowns* (As for me~... W-well, I'm fine working on my own~! At least that way I'm not a hindrance to anyone~... It puts my mind at ease, and I can relax on my own, instead of trying to struggle with the intricacies of conversation I can just focus on the task~ Actually, what will my project be~...? I can't let anyone out-cute me~...!)

[The ringing bell signals the end of homeroom, everyone rising to stand before bowing and filing out of the classroom.]

*checks her timetable, never able to remember where to go despite having the exact same routine for so long* (Let's see~... Oooh, Dreamology~! Naptime and doodling is the best way to start the day~!) :3
(...Though in my current predicament, that last part might be kinda... impossibubble~...) T///w///T

*hops into the slide leading to the basement of the school where the Dreamology class is located, chosen for the lack of windows, saving the trouble of trying to block out the light*

[The walls and fuzzy carpet of the basement classroom are a soft, powder blue, a cloud mural on the walls, with shooting stars and rainbows, the only light in the center of the ceiling, a slowly rotating shade around it projecting stars spinning around the room, multicoloured cloud-shaped, pod-like beds all around the room, with a circular low desk directly below the light, notebooks lying open for people to doodle their dreams the moment they wake up and try to decipher their meaning. Allocated to each cloud bed is a matching nightcap and blanket designed by the students themselves.]

*toddles over to the only pink bed and settles into the fluffy cloud, putting on the pink nightcap nearby and pulling up the pink blanket featuring a bunny with the horn of a unicorn sitting in front of a castle, other students getting into their favourite beds with their own designs, even the misbehaving boys seeming calmer and uninterested in causing trouble*

*nods off during the notes, his mind elsewhere, perhaps somewhere he doesn't have to worry about juggling all of his responsibilities, and completely misses everything the teacher says*

[The bell rings and as most of the students stand and make their way out of the classroom, one remains behind, the teacher giving him a critical look.]

"Yamamoto, you do realise that that bell signals the beginning of your classes, no? We wouldn't want to be late again, would we?"

*cringes slightly at the emphasis on the word late and reddens slightly*
Err, no, sir. I'm sorry, but I'll be on my way in just a moment. I just...have to deal with something here first.
*gestures at the decorations streaming from his desk, turning redder still as he does so*

[The teacher gives a wry grin, then, knowing that he doesn't have the student in his next class, leaves without a word, secure in the fact that the boy is no longer his problem.]

*looks around to see that no one else remains within viewing distance before opening his desk and quickly shoveling as much of its contents a he can into his bag, pushing the rest out of sight in the desk once more*
Ugh. Two tardies in one day. I guess I can thank the headmistress for clearing the first, but...
I'm gonna kill the guys for this.
*stalks out of the classroom, face best red from anger and embarrassment, then stops in front of the slide to his next class, Cryptids in Literature*
Man, these things. At least there's no one around to watch this time. They always make me feel like a kid.
*bites his lip as he mounts the slide, still wearing the tomato-like complexion, which lightens, then turns into a giddy grin as the rush of air past his face brightens his mood*

[The Cryptids in Literature class is not a popular one. Though it counts as an English credit and is one of the more desirable courses in the area, few take it because it counts as an elective as well, one which could be better spent on a lunch or joke class in their opinion. The walls are plastered with images of famous cryptids, such as the well-known images of the Loch Ness Monster and Bigfoot. Included are many lesser-known cryptids as well, mostly overshadowed by the 'celebrities'. Inside the dark room, three students are seated facing towards the teacher, a minuscule young woman with short blonde hair wearing a bright sundress that seems somewhat out of place with the decor and overall mood of the room. She is currently taking attendance, a strenuous task when considering the class's total size of four.]

*rushes the remaining few steps to the door, shouting over the ringing bell as he does*
I'm here, I'm here! I just had to take care of something! Please don't mark me late!
*sighs and trudges to his seat, then realises that to get to anything in his bag he will have to dig through the mound of pink and fluffy stuff now sitting there and slumps over on his desk*

*snuggling into the blanket, dreams of riding a crescent moon through a futuristic city with kitty skyscrapers and having a bubble bath with jewels, then having her hair brushed by a clone of herself in a bunny costume and falling through some sort of candy limbo, tries to reach the sweets, pawing the blanket in her sleep* M-myehhh~...! Come heresies so I can nom chu~! >///w///<

*no matter how hard she tries to propel herself in the anti-gravity candy limbo, just can't manage to reach the delicious treats, her arms feeling heavy and numb, suddenly finds herself rolling through the air and manages to catch a giant cookie, hugging it as it spins through the air taking her twirling around with it, her hair flowing out behind her, dizzily tries to take a bite of the cookie only to wake up with her pillow in her arms and the blanket all tangled up around her legs, pouts* Awww~... I was so cloooseee~...
*directs a huffy glare over at the boys, sniggering while sketching their dreams, her cheeks flaming with candy-deprived fury* (Those... Those~...!!!)

(...M-meanies~...!) Q///w///Q
*sniffles and storms over to them with the intention of tearing apart their dreams scribbling all over their doodles, only to be met with an abundance of censor bars* Eh~...? o.o *blink-blink*
..........
KYAAA~!!! (Th-those ewwy drawings are supposed to be~...?! BLEHHH~!!! There's no way I'm touching that tainted paper~!!! I don't even wanna LOOK at those filthy bars~!!!) *covers her face, shying away in defeat* >///<

*spends the rest of the lesson pretending to sleep, huddled under her blanket, eyes wide, traumatized* (I-I can still see them~... Those hideous bars with ewwy connotations~! I never thought such things could ever come to be in my kingdom town~...)

*dashes out of bed the moment the bell rings, darting for her satchel and bolting for the nearest unicorn to carry her over the upwards arching rainbow to the ground floor of the school, dismounts with a little wobble and hurries to the playground climbing up into a well-furnished pink treehouse made for tea parties for a little sanctuary, peeks out of the curtained window, observing the playground* (I want this to be a happy place for everyone, filled with memories they can hold dear to their hearts~... Not ewwy doodly ickyness~!!!) >///< (I suppose I should have expected as much from them, though~...)

[The teacher gives Ichiyo a quizzical look, but marks him present and gives him a smiling welcome anyway. He is, after all, her best student, as the only one who took the class for the actual material, rather than simply a filler course. On a given day, he's really the only one of the four paying attention and participating. Today's lesson is on India's Pogeyan, the cat that comes and goes like the mist. Half of the students have laid their head down and begun resting, but the teacher pays them no mind, teaching to the two who remain awake.]

*sits upright and attentive, slight smile on his face, and writes notes about the phantom cat in his book, scribbling small drawings of mediocre quality in the margins. Imagines what it would be like to be the Pogeyan, trying to survive in a hostile environment and constantly escaping capture by the locals while feeding on their wildlife. Wonders if perhaps there could be more than one, but becomes sidetracked and chuckles as an image of the cryptid as scribbled in his notes chases a similarly styled chicken across his mind's eye*

[Eventually the bell rings and, with not much of import learned but much gained in the way of satisfaction, Ichiyo stands and bows to the teacher, then collects his things and mounts the slide to the commons in preparation for his coming free period.]

*hops out of the slide and toddles into the common room with her arms and mouth full of marshmallows, cheeks bulging with sugary fluffyness, blinking innocently at the other students occupying the room* ..... o///H///o .....

*plops herself down onto a pink beanbag in front of the large wall-mounted television currently showing an anime about a high school girl sitting next to a boy who constantly misbehaves during class, somehow without ever getting caught himself but always getting the girl into trouble for trying to keep him under control, even if his misbehaving is on the scale of building a bird house or playing a round of teeny tiny golf using the bumps on his desk as a course, watches the show with bright eyes and a content little smile, every now and then giggling to herself, seemingly lost in her own little world, nomming on the many marshmallows she has brought out of nowhere* o///w///o

*pops out of the slide to the commons, falling on his face and rolling forward a short ways before coming to a halt, red from both embarrassment and pain*

Jeez, today is not my day. The tardies, the pranks, the slides. At least it'll all be over soon. Summer's just around the corner.

*gets up quickly and dusts himself off, trying to look as dignified as possible, then surveys the large room, abundance of pink nearly causing him to cringe again*

What's up with this school, anyway? All the pink, the fuzzy stuff...okay, the beanbags and the slides are pretty cool, but I really don't think schools are supposed to be like this. Not normal school, at least. ...are they?

*spots one of his friends lounging in a beanbag, but on the other side of the room he noticed the girl he bumped into yesterday, and walks over to her*

Uh, hi. I told you I knew we went to the same school, heh. I just wanted to apologize again for yesterday, so I'm terribly sorry if I caused you any inconvenience or anything.

*dancing along to the opening, jumps a little when he approaches her, having been absorbed in the show, slowly turns to look at him with her cheeks full of mallows of the marsh variety and waves a little timidly before offering him some of the fluffy pastel coloured sweets* Nyummy~! ^///H///^

*tilts her head hesitantly* Oh, um... Have you seen a pink pen anywhere, by any chance~...? I haven't been able to get much work done in class without it~... ^-^"

*cocks his head in thought, trying to recall having found a pink pen at any point, but can't remember any. Shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head*

Sorry, I don't think I've seen one. But if you need a pen, I think I have a few extra in my bag.

*blushes and stares pointedly at the ceiling as he remembers what sits at the top of his bag, on top of all his pens and books*

I, uh, may have to dig through some stuff to get one, though. Some of the guys played a prank on me this morning.

*furrows her brow in concern* Ah, is that so~?
*a look of horror crosses her face as she realizes how he may have interpreted her attempts to give him a nice surprise, quickly trying to conceal the expression with a strained, flustered smile* A-actually, nevermind~! I think I remember where I might've lost it, so I'll go try to find it~! Thank you for the offer~! ^.^"
*bounces to her feet, sending marshmallows flying in all directions, speeding off as the bell rings*

*half-frowns as she runs off, somewhat confused as to what had just happened*

That was...strange, to say the least. And did she bring those marshmallows to school herself? I wonder if I gave her a concussion or something. Whatever. At least I have this period off. Plenty of time to just...relax. I hope.

*walks over to his friend, who it seems had been watching*

"Jeez, Yamamoto, you're so repulsive you can even make strangers run away!"
Oh, shut up. I'm not the one sitting by myself, am I? You'd be lost without me.

*smiles and takes his place in the next beanbag over, looking forward to the coming period of blissful nothingness*

[Following a rather uneventful fourth period and lunch break, the students begin assembling in the auditorium; a vast hall flanked by sets of doors on either side of the room. On the raised plateau of the stage, the headmistress addresses her pupils through the microphone mounted atop a podium with the school bunny emblem on the front, sorting everyone into groups for the festival projects.]

*fidgets restlessly, keeping her head bent, almost hoping she'll be overlooked and not have to endure awkward interaction with others*

*yawns and stretches his arms as he trudges into the auditorium, still tired after a couple of dreary classes...and his late night, of course*

[The auditorium is quickly filling with students, mulling about and bumping into each other. Those who would prefer to avoid any form of interaction naturally separate from the crowd like oil from water, forming a loose-knit ring around the outside. Again, the color pink prevails over all; from ceiling to floor, curtains to doors, the assembly hall is dressed down in various shades of the color. For such uniformity, the choices are really quite tasteful, but to many it's still rather much.]

*peers about lazily among the crowd, searching for his friends, when he suddenly feels a hand clap him heavily on the back*

"Hey, man, I've been looking for ya. This project'a gonna be super great, and I know you and I could make the BEST...uh...whatever it is we're making."

*grins genially but also somewhat patronisingly*
That's assuming we get put into the same group, you know. It looks like the headmistress is assigning them.

"What?! Come on, that's no fair! I wanna work with my bro here!"

*smiles uncomfortably, holding up his hands and trying to not cause a scene*

[A chorus of groans emits from the students at some of the headmistress' groupings as she directs them to various parts of the room, especially due to the separation of the male miscreants renowned for misbehaving which, while making it harder for them to talk to each other, means more people have to endure the presence of at least one of them.]

*trudges gloomily to the area she has been allocated to and sits, kneeling on the floor with a fixated stare on the sheets of paper and pens each group has been given as planning resources, brainstorming vicariously* (I really wanna do something anime or game-related, but by the looks of things...)
*casts a quick glance at some of the other group members, each looking either bored or annoyed, their surly expressions having an indescribable but unmistakably 'normal' aura to her* (...these people don't have those kind of tastes~...) *cries inwardly* T///w///T