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A small boy of no more than five feet tall quietly stalked up the stairs. He was lugging a brown leather suitcase instead of a backpack. It was old and dusty and looked almost like an antique. He was dressed simply in a grey t-shirt and black jeans that were slightly torn at the knees. But what really made him stand out was the fact that his skin and long wavy hair were pure white, and his eyes so light blue that you could see the blood vessels in his irises, giving his eyes a slight reddish tint if you looked closely enough. 

A-4 Male... that was where he was supposed to be staying, he was pretty sure. Kyu Jin's almost-white blue eyes scanned the paper schedule in his hand, reading his dorm listing. Then he looked back up at the door to the dorm. He pushed it open and cautiously walked inside.  He read the plaques on all the bunks, but couldn't find his name. Just a lot of really European sounding names and a few Japanese ones. Funny how there were so many white kids in a school in Japan. He wondered if they even knew Japanese. But anyway, his name was missing from the plaques. And that was not a good sign, nor a good start to his first ever day at Kosei Academy.

Had he been placed in the wrong dorm? Maybe they'd forgotten him entirely. He cringed back, trying not to panic, though he was a naturally very anxious boy and this was nearly impossible. 

The bell rang loudly, sending a startled jolt down his spine. He glanced back down at the schedule briefly and then ran full speed for the classroom. 

Kyu Jin arrived late, much to his dismay. Everyone was already gone and there was no telling where they'd went. Feeling a panicked lump rise in his throat, he swallowed hard and backed up into the wall of the classroom. "진정해" He told himself in his native Korean, biting hard into his knuckles. This was not good. Not good at all. He slowly regained his composure, walking out of the classroom to try and find a security guard or hall monitor who would be able to tell him where his class had gone.