ehehehe~ the cute one is scared Yui thought to herself with a grin when Yuuki hid behind Himawari. She was giddy with excitement as she watched the drama unfold. Perhaps she was a bit too entertained for someone stalking observing other people. Wait a second, did the scared one just notice her? Yui could've sworn that girl just looked in her direction. Don't... move... a muscle... Yui told herself as she stood in place like a statue with an awkwardly blank wide-eyed facial expression. Her eye's didn't even blink as beads of nervous sweat dashed down her forehead. Lesbian vision is based on movement (or was it T-Rex's?). Its fine as long as she doesn't mov--- ksadhfjlkasdfj OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD SHE JUST POINTED AT ME! DIRECT HIT! ABORT MISSION!

Yui's glasses weren't just for fun, like all people with glasses she is pretty intelligent. Running away now would be like confessing to the crime, she has a better plan. First get rid of the evidence. With all her might and two years of softball practice she lamentably tossed her camera in the opposite direction of the three girls, sending it to god knows where. I'm sorry camera-chan! Wait for me, I'll find you again! (good thing her name is written on it). Now for phase two of her master plan: deny everything! "Oh hello, I didn't see you there" she said stepping towards the others. Although her voice was smooth and calm, her hand shook nervously when she waved hello. "My name's Ikeno Yui, I'm new to this school, nice to meet'cha. Don't mind me, I was just passing by. Boy its hot isn't it?" she said as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with her shaky hand. "What am I saying, there aren't any boys here, just girlfriends--- I MEAN GIRLS, just girls. Cuz its an all-girl school, this school that is." Yui put on a deceptively calm smile that contradicted the rest of her body language. All this excitement was too much!

Regan frowned softly, considering Akira for a moment. She seemed eager to prove her worth here, yet was that really her goal? She spoke of an inheritance, though she didn't seem excited for it. She continued to speak of her skill, and perhaps there was something to back up her talk after all... but even if her last comment was in jest, it spoke to her impatience. If she was even going to consider letting this girl on the team, there was a lot of work to be done. First, she would have to temper her eager attitude with patience.

"The tournament will not take place today, and I won't make you show up for practice. However, if you win your place on the team, I'll be needing you to show up to at least three practices a week." Perhaps she could find someone among the first years good enough to teach the girl a bit of humility, too. That would come out in the tournament, most likely.

More than that, something about this girl's attitude was grating. But what, exactly? She would have to figure that out in time... and determine whether it was something she'd have to deal with on a personal scale, or if it would have something to do with the club. She had a hunch it was Akira's attitude toward Kendo, but she'd have to consider it more carefully.

"But, since you're so eager... Kasumi. Show me what Akira-kouhai's made of."

A second year, who had been showing some of the first years around and answering questions and such, acknowledges and goes to put on her gear. She emerges again, shortly, prepared and with a shinai. She proceeds to their mock match court, waiting for Akira before she'd move to the standing bow location and bow, then take three steps and ready her stance, just like she might in an official tournament.

With a determined look on her face, Hikaru playfully placed the helmet onto her head, went to the correct tournament location and bowed. She then pretended to draw the shinai from its imaginary saya. Letting out a scream, she charged forward, just to be stopped by her opponent's shinai.
Hikaru did a few more testing swings to find out her enemy's strength and weaknesses, all the while trying to conceal her own.
After a successful block, Hikaru rolled backwards, a sight highly unusual for kendo and it has gotten her disqualified a couple of times, but she dared to risk it for the sake of her next strike.
Quickly getting up to her feet, she used her opponent's momentary confusion to weave her body through Kasumi's uncoordinated lashes. With the speed she gained, Hikaru first struck Kasumi's side and then, in one swift motion over her own head, her shinai suddenly ended up at the side of her opponent's neck on the opposite side where it came to a sudden halt.
Steadfast on both feet she stood there soaking in the emotions coming from her enemy. Oh, how sweet it was to feel the emotions of defeat emitting from someone one just triumphed over.
Hikaru took off her helmet, a satisfied smirk warping her facial features.
"That was fun!", she exclaimed. "You're pretty good, Kasumi-senpai." Hikaru laughed heartily and one wouldn't be able to tell, if it was a vile laugh or a laugh out of joy as she sat down on the ground winking at Hiryuu. "Oh, I may have forgotten to tell you. I'm doing kendo since my parents decided I should've been born as a boy, so since I was old enough to hold a shinai properly." Still a slight tinge of loathing vibrated with her voice and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

Himawari's wish was granted as Nadeshiko, about to say something even more perverted to the poor swimmer, suddenly froze up as she heard someone else behind her. Slowly, almost mechanically, she turned around to face Yui, sweat poring down her trembling face as her lips quivered.

"Um, uh, um... H-h-h-hello um... I, um, uh, well, um, uh umuhumuh..."

Why did this have to happen? She was okay with the quiet girl, since... She was quiet and all. And Himawari... She was a nice person, really, and adorably tsundere... But this other girl didn't seem like either of them. She was pretty, yes, and Nadeshiko wouldn't deny she'd like to see her in a more intimate position, but...

Too... Many... Too many cute girls waaaah...

"...Igottagodosomethingbye!" Nadeshiko blurted out, and ran off... Or at least she tried to, instead running straight into Himawari and Yuuki, knocking the three girls into a pile on the floor. The pervert twitched in anxiety as she was caught in a rather compromising position...

Himawari's grip loosened on Nadeshiko as Yuuki tapped her shoulder. She looked at the other girl over her shoulder for a moment, then followed her line of sight to the... there was someone watching? Oh, damn it, that was just what she needed! Some other moron to go and see Nadeshiko saying stupid perverted things and get everything completely wrong and misunderstood! Irritably, she released Nadeshiko entirely to face this newcomer. She heard... something clatter a ways down the hall, but she had no idea what it was and really at the moment she was focused on figuring out how much the random girl had seen. And the way she was talking... it was shifty! It was really really shifty! Himawari didn't like it one bit!

"You sound all weird," said the brown-haired girl, folding her arms and frowning deeply, "How long have you been watching? Why would you do that? Just watching people is weird and creepy. Only weird, creepy idiots would stand around and watch people having a conversation."

That was all this was. There was no... perverted comments. If Himawari could deny they existed, she would! What was much harder to deny, however, was when Nadeshiko suddenly blurted out something incoherent... and collided with her. Set off-balance, Himawari fell... onto Nadeshiko.

Through the miracle of 'every situation that is remotely like this in any way must be embarrassing to Himawari as much as possible', her face had landed... between Nadeshiko's legs. Under her skirt.

Yes, things were not going well for Himawari today. Not at all. Worse yet, her rear was in the air and her skirt had flipped, showing off her kitten-print underwear to the world for the second time in one day.

To put it simply, when Himawari got her bearings she would be a very unhappy girl.

The pervert's stuttering actually came as a surprise to Yuuki, given how she'd been saying such... extreme things just a minute ago. Her attempt to run was even more surprising, which lead to the meganekko's making absolutely no attempt to avoid being bowled over.

She actually escaped from the worst of the resulting heap... though seeing as she was a pretty weak girl and she now had Nadeshiko and Himawari's full weight resting on her body, it wasn't like she was going to be getting up any time soon. Even worse, Nadeshiko's head had ended up on her chest, and somehow her friend's legs on her shoulders.

The girl looked like she was going to cry, though she brightened up a bit after noticing her folder was on the floor beside her, and not crushed or damaged.

Sophie slowly walked through the halls as she composed herself. She began to feel bad about how she snapped at the girl. She began to think of how the girl was acting; defensive and accusational as if she were used to constant abuse and mockery. A feeling Sophie knew to well. Maybe the two girls had more in common than Sophie originally thought. She sighed softly at herself, she now felt especially bad being mean. She would need to apologize the next time she saw the girl. She gently brushed the few droplets of tears that touched her cheeks until there was no sign of her ever crying.

Suddenly from down a hall she heard the clattering of several individuals falling to the floor. Walking to the hall way she peaked down to see three girls piled one on top of the other with a fourth standing near the crime scene. She laughed a little to herself, she thought of how it looked like a failed game of twister.

Sophie turned down the hall towards the pile and made her way down. Removing her right hand from holding the book at her chest she extended it out to the group for anyone to grab and help them up. "Let me help." She spoke softly in decent Japanese but it was obvious it wasn't her first language. She then finally looked upon the pile of girls and noticed the rather awkward position of them all and how ones skirt had seemed been pushed up during the collision. She blushed deeply at the sight though looked away, hoping no one saw her couple seconds of staring. There Sophie stood with a hand extended out. She wore simple flats with white knee high socks, standard school skirt with white shirt all that held her body nicely. Her skin was soft and barely tanned, unnaturally bright blue eyes that only seemed brighter in contrast to her red cheeks and dark hair.

It had been a interesting time for a certain American, having been riden like a race horse on the track for a good few laps. She lost count after thirty. Now managing to be exhausted, she lay in the school field in the middle of the track, feeling a little dizzy after running in circles constantly. Her body sweaty and her long blonde ponytailed blonde hair sticking effortlessly to her skin. Only mildly grumbling at her annoyingly clinging gym clothes. Deepite being tired, it was a good tired. Being on the Track team was a good work out after all.

Glancing up at her fellow teammates who seemed to be laughing at the fallen giant, Haru laughed as well. Finding it mildly amusing as she stood up again. Stretching out, she muttered as she looked over herself.

"Heh, thanks for the workout ladies. Think Ah should hit the showers tho. Don't thank my roomie will enjoy the smell of a smelly sweaty tall lass when she comed back." Haru spoke, waving to her teammates before going to the lockers and made her way to get more cleaned up.

Mira finished the last measure with a beautiful decrescendo before gracefully placing her hands in her lap. Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes with a slow exhale. She was at peace now, calm...

Turning on the piano bench, she saw Tohru relaxing in a desk several feet away. Around her, students were packing up their things and heading out. It was about that time to go back to dorms, and Mira was more than ready to go. She shut the lid to piano and stood up. She flashed a smile toward her friend and then began cleaning up any trash leftover in the room, also making sure everything was put away neatly. "Ru-chan, let's walk back to our room together." Mira chirped, holding the door open for Tohru so she could lock it on the way out.

Wow....she hadn't realized how much time had gone by while she was soaking in that beautiful and fragile melody her roommate, the pink haired cutie she knew as Mira-chan. It was almost as if....well it pretty much was a musically induced trance she slipped into, her dark green eyes having grown an even more shadowed hue as she slipped away from the real world in such an ephemeral and surreal moment, losing herself amongst the charming notes, the wonderful arpeggios and finally that last beautiful and melodic decrescendo. Damn, was her friend ever the young maestro.

While the other students of the club were gathering up their instruments and locking them in their hardcases, Tohru stood up, a deep and rather fatigued yawn escaping her lips as she stretched her arms high over her head, a few bones popping here and there. And just like that, day one of school....was over. Bout f*cking time. Now I can get some sleep.... With tired and heavy eyes she looked over to her friend, Mira-chan, giving the pink haired girl a soft smile as she replied, "Sounds good to me, Mira-chan." Softly and with a hint of sleep to her voice, she spoke, ambling across the room and out the door into the hall, possibly followed by her cute friend. "I'm beat anyways." Again another yawn. Yeah she was tired, but....maybe she could stay up a bit longer for her friend....and maybe get to know her alot more, chat with her all night about whatever. Tohru honestly thought....she would like that a bit more than just clocking out for the day.

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And the way she was talking... it was shifty! It was really really shifty! Himawari didn't like it one bit!"You sound all weird," said the brown-haired girl, folding her arms and frowning deeply, "How long have you been watching? Why would you do that? Just watching people is weird and creepy. Only weird, creepy idiots would stand around and watch people having a conversation."

"Hmmm, yes, I agree completely. Only a total creep would watch people from bushes." somehow Himawari's words struck a nerve, but Yui did her best to conceal it. "I was just... umm..... I was...." Think Yui, think! Even though it was her fault, Yui really really did not want to make enemies out of the first people she met at her new school. At this rate she may end up being that kid that eats lunch all alone with no one to share her bento with. No! No way she was gonna let that happen! But before she knew it, the sweet angel of mercy Nadeshiko clumsily and inadvertently came to Yui's rescue when she interrupted everything and brought the three girls to the ground. The cool breath of relief briefly washed over Yui as Himawari's questions went unanswered. Yui was so grateful, she could practically kiss Nadeshiko right there.

With the three girls lay on the ground in compromising positions, Yui could hardly believe what she was seeing, the mother of all pictures stood before her... the legendary pantsu shot! Why now of all times did Yui have to be without camera? Fate is a cruel mistress indeed. Probably for the best though as the other girls were already suspicious of her for some reason... its not like she was doing anything wrong! She just let out a sigh of dejection as she helped the girls up along side the just arrived foreign girl who apparently also knew how to appreciate a fine pantsu. "Uh oh, are you all alright? You should be more careful."

After having a (questionable) point scored against her, Kasumi bowed, having revealed enough. Regan approached the two and nodded to Kasumi, who bowed and left. What was that girl trying to do, telling her something so unfortunate? It was only troubling to be told that the girl was being forced into Kendo. Didn't she know that? Why was she telling her something so personal...?

Regan frowned softly. She didn't know what kind of judgement to make about that movement. It isn't like she put anyone in danger or interfered with Kasumi's movements, so there was no real reason to call a foul. So unorthodox, though, to actually roll in the middle of a match. Now that she's seen it, it wouldn't beat her. "Reckless and naive. Don't rely on moves like that in a real match."

Mentally Hikaru laughed a bit. "I'm certain, I'll manage in a real match, even without such techniques. But in a real street-fight, such thing is really neat and handy for that"
She put her stuff away and flopped onto the ground lying on her back and just staring at the ceiling.
"I know, you're saying that I'm a stuck-up, arrogant girl, and you're probably right." Hikaru shrugged. "But I guess, that's okay. I didn't believe that I could make friends in the first place." Hikaru smiled a bit. "If you want, you can think of me as a rival. And if I'm not able to beat you in kendo, I'll for sure find some other way to victory, in another field. For example, watashitachi no kawaii wa dare da yo ka? (Who's the cutest of us?)" As she said that last sentence, she put her index finger and middle finger of her right hand over her right eye and spread them vertically while, on her other eye, stretching her arm outwards and spreading her fingers horizontally. (Like this)
Then she giggled. "Just kidding. Would be fun, though. Having a contest with someone about some random things. Never had that in my life so far and I feel, I need to experience that before I leave high school and be ready for srs bsns." She did that face again, just for the cuteness sake and smiled.

Mira let the music door click into place before locking it with her key, wiggling the door knob a bit afterwards just to be sure it was locked all the way. She skipped after her friend, slowing to a normal pace as she made her way to Tohru's side. Chuckling at her friend's sleepy, but rather cute voice, she looped her arm through Tohru's, kind of like how middle school girl's tend to do. It was an innocent gesture, and Tohru seemed not to mind when Mira touched her. "Me too, but it's only the first day and we already got to meet so many cool people." She grinned and glanced up at her friend, a familiar warmth entering her normally pale cheeks, and staining them a light pink color. Mira was used to it by now, and Tohru had seen her blush enough times for it not to be too embarrassing; it couldn't be helped after all. "Like Haru-chan! I never thought I would actually get a chance to speak English....It was really cool." She beamed.

Perking up, she tugged on Tohru's arm excitedly. "'Eeyy, I know! Why don't we go to the Onsen together?!"

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Once they arrived at their door, Mira would quietly enter the room and go into the closet to change into her pink towel dress, and matching sandals. She held a small basket with bath amenities, and waited patiently for Tohru to finish whatever she was doing.

After she had let her arm down from another lengthy stretch and a yawn, Tohru was and wasn't much really expecting the cute pink girl next to her to slip her arm through hers, giving Mira a sleepish grin as the girl pulled the rocker a bit closer to her. Really it surprised Tohru how much today had gone, most of it going south yes, with numerous headaches and embarrassments to boot, but for the teen, this had to be the first time....she ever really enjoyed school. True, classes still sucked and there were the choice few who got on her everlasting frazzled nerve, but meeting Mira-chan for the first time...and actually hanging out with her a little bit, in a way it was the best part of the day, and for other days ahead she would be able to experience that...over and over again. "Yeah." Quietly with a soft smile, she replied to her friend. "It's weird really. Half these people I don't remember much from first year, well besides Pervy~San, but who the hell can forget her?" A brief chuckle fell from her lips. "I guess it's just, I never really took the time to talk to anyone. First year was like stay the hell away from me. I guess I just needed to open up every once in a while, you know?" She noticed her friend's cheeks, yet again that light shade of pink, evidence of her bashful blushing, one of many traits that just made her so cute to Tohru, looking to the equally pink shade of her soft eyes glancing bright into Tohru's dark emeralds, now causing her cheeks to slightly redden, all while she listened to her friend ramble on sweetly about Haru and speaking English. Tohru, she's known how to speak English quite a bit, wasn't nothing new to her, but it certainly excited Mira to speak the western language, and why spoil that for her?

They continued walking, arms still looped together, when out of the blue, Mira perked up a bit, giving a hurried tug on Tohru's arm and suggesting about going to the school's Onsen. First thought of Tohru's was in this excited rush, Wait. The school has an Onsen? She had to realize being a recluse during the first year didn't much have its perks, and one of those was hanging out with people. Second thought, Yeah, that sounds great. I could use a hot bath, especially after today, But then....the third, But...if Mira-chan is going, then that means she'll be-.....Oh nards.... Thus rang the panic bell with that mental image, the one Tohru was trying desperately to mentally shake from her head with a firm inner reprimanding, No! No! You are so not going there! I mean ok, you're close to this chick already, but not THAT close! What you gonna let her see you naked?

"Eh...Yeah! Sounds awesome, Mira-chan." I am going to regret this....-_-*

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Once they had gotten back to their dorm, Mira had strolled off elsewhere, possibly to change into something a bit more comfortable, since well...they were hot spring bound. While the girl was changing, Tohru undid the spiked and studded leather bracers around her wrists, tossing them back in her duffel bag, next untying and unfastening her Demonia boots and stuffing them under her bed, before slipping off her skirt, her fishnets, and her Slayer shirt, forgetting that well....she wasn't wearing a bra, but thanks to the strips of black tape over her....rather exposed areas... she wasn't much exposed, later throwing on a slightly larger Rob Zombie tank top that trailed down a bit to her knees, sort of a sleeping shirt really, and it covered her black skulls and inverted crosses print panties fairly well. By the time the rocker was done getting ready for the Onsen, Mira had already stepped out of the closet.....clad in nothing but a towel dress Tohru assumed, which certainly got her attention. "Wow uh....nice dress." Calmly she stammered, trying best to hide her nervousness...wasn't easy though.

Reiko, after departing from the girl she had accidentally run into, kept her head down and her feet swift, letting said feet carry her over the campus grounds and towards the dorms. The dorms were the only place she could be alone, save of course for her roommate. Though given the way they had interacted over the day, Reiko doubted that her roommate would be on speaking terms tonight. Or the rest of the year, if Reiko was lucky. Her expression was one of of a mixture between scowl and frown, and the way her teeth clenched behind her lips was indicative of how she was choking back tears.

Reiko pushed past students lazily lounging about, socializing, snacking, shirking any potential homework. Some might have paused from their routines to glance towards the swiftly moving short haired second year. Reiko paid them no mind, her eyes just locked on the path her feet were instinctively carrying her. Arriving at the dorms proper, Reiko threw open the doors and quickened her pace until she turned the corner containing the hallway containing her room. She thrust the door open and planted herself, face first, onto her bed.

It was only there, in the comfort and secrecy of her pillow, that Reiko allowed herself to let loose the anger and sadness that she was holding back. Fists slammed into the pillow. Bitemarks were left imprinted on the fabric. Stains from tears were drying on the sheet. She lay there, face buried into her pillow, for several minutes, letting everything about the first day pour out. And when that was done, she stayed in her position for a half an hour before reluctantly slipping off the bed, grabbing a change of clothes, and making towards the showers.

The shower was quick, but the water was warm. Reiko kept her head pointed downwards, water spilling from her hair down to her feet. She turned the water off and toweled herself. When Reiko left the shower area, she was fully dressed in evening wear. Most students tend to simply put on their underwear or return to their rooms in just a towel, but Reiko wasn't taking any more chances.

Returning to her room, she took quick note that Junko was back in the room, clearly in mid thought of her own issues. Reiko offered a very half hearted 'Hello' to her roommate before sliding back into her bed and curling up to sleep.

Tuesday went by in a haze. Reiko attended morning classes, though skipped out on gym, and when classes ended she was back in the dorm room. Tuesday's total word count from Reiko was a grand total of three, and it was two hellos, one to Junko and one to her homeroom teacher, and a goodbye to the teacher as Reiko was leaving the classroom for the day. The way Reiko figured it, by not saying anything to anyone, she'd get through the year without any more incidents.

Wednesday came and Reiko was again silent in her morning classes. When lunch rolled around, Reiko was eating bread in the classroom when the door slid open and Kawase-senpai stood in the doorway.

"Oh, there you are, Ko Ko. Come on, we need your help putting together our fliers for the recruitment drive slash welcome event thing on Saturday and Sunday. Ugh, you're eating school bread? Well hurry up and meet us in the clubroom, alright? Before lunch is over. Tell your pink friend that she came come too if she wants. It was so fun the last time she came."

Kawase giggled and shut the door to the classroom. Reiko stood up wordlessly. Suddenly she didn't feel like eating in the classroom. Perhaps out in the quad. Lunch had just started after all, and it was such a bright day. Less chance of a rainy cloud like Kawase to ruin the meal outside. Though one thing Kawase said got Reiko thinking. The school clubs were going to have fliers or booths set up on Friday after class to begin recruitment on Saturday and Sunday. Sunday evening was the welcome/welcome back ceremony, which was really just an excuse for the staff to keep students from leaving campus until the second weekend rolled around. Reiko wondered what other clubs would be doing, what creative little fliers or booths they would put up.

It would be interesting to see, since Reiko was going to be in need of a new club to join. But for now, it was lunch.

After being kicked out of the dojo for now, Hikaru slowly walked to her assigned dorm, where her roommate already waited for her. Apparently she was a classmate of Hikaru's, however, she didn't really notice her in class before. She was a bit taller than Hikaru and had equally short hair, but somehow coloured light blue.
Hikaru didn't even question it, since it actually really suited her. "Akira Hikaru, I'm your roommate from now on, I guess", she introduced herself. The blue haired girl bowed a bit and started to introduce herself as well. "My name is Tayama Sayuri, nice to meet you, Akira-san"
Smiling Hikaru went up to her. "Why so formal? I mean, we're roommates, so we're, like family, I guess. Or something like that, right, Sayurin~?" Hikaru giggled a bit.
"So, I can call you Hikarin, or what?" "Hikarin? Sounds cute", Hikaru giggled again.

After a while of talking and getting used to each other Hikaru and Sayuri went to bed.
The next day, both took some time together to plan stuff out, like how their room should look like and what they want to do for fun the rest of the year. Also, Hikaru skipped both clubs in the afternoon.

Wednesday, however proofed to be a bit different.
Already waking up was different than on Tuesday. A cold something lying in her face tore Hikaru out of her well earned rest.
"Whuaaah! What the heck!" A stifled laughter finally burst out of her roommate. "Pffff! Sorry, Hikarin! I just had to. Ever since I heard a few guys do the exact same prank in middle school, I wanted to do that to my roommate, as well."
Turns out Sayuri had put a soaking wet facecloth onto her face and now Hikaru was busy trying to dry her face again. "Ahhh, whatever, now that I'm already wet, I'll take a shower. Be right back."
After her shower she got into her uniform and both Sayuri and her walked to classroom, side by side, while Sayuri was apologizing for the rude awakening.
The classes itself were rather boring, once again, but Hikaru didn't really mind that much, since Sayuri managed to swap seats with the girl sitting next to Hikaru usually and both girls got even more accustomed to each other. Lunch bell rang and Sayuri unpacked the obento's she had made for both her and Hikaru, shoving both tables together they sat and ate, sometimes uttering a few words in between watching the other first year classmates.

Junko was tossing and turning as she at least tried to go to sleep, and she was growing anxious about her roommate barging in. She didn't know why, but little things like that made it harder to sleep. Where was her roommate, anyway? Junko imagined that Reiko would be an early to sleep, early to rise sort of girl, but supposedly that assumption was wrong.

Junko relaxed on her bed and tried reading a book out of desperation, and when she started dozing off, she heard Reiko finally come in. Junko was going to say a greeting to her, but she looked awfully gloomy, so Junko just pretended she was sleeping. “Is Reiko…crying?” Junko thought in disbelief, but tried to listen in. The room was so silent that she could actually hear her roommate letting out frustration in her bed. Junko felt bad, but there was nothing she could do. "When I'm feeling that crappy...sometimes I just want to be left alone." She thought, putting it in perspective with her own feelings. Eventually, Reiko went out to take a shower, and when she got back, she finally seemed to notice Junko there, so they said awkward greetings. Junko was finally able to drift into sleep quickly and comfortably.

The days seemed to go by fast, but Junko wasn’t complaining. School wasn't always her most favorite thing in the world, even if it was a prestigious private school. By the time it was Wednesday, Junko was feeling a bit drained. She had the stress of the basketball club in the back of her mind, mostly, and she was starting to doze off in some of the lessons.

It was finally lunch, and Junko was relieved to clear her mind a bit. While she was walking around and holding a bread bun, it didn't occur to her that she didn't know where to go. She didn't want to be cooped up in the school, so she started walking around outside in a trance. Suddenly, Junko felt a forceful movement on her side and realized she had bumped into somebody—and then dropped her food. It was most likely a result of her own negligence, but she was too shocked to say sorry to the other person. Her mouth was opened agape and stared at the food, feeling pissed at herself for being in such a wreck. “God…dammit…” She mumbled as she bent down to inspect the bread.

Regan had returned that evening to find the odd American/Japanese girl as her new roommate. Had they reassigned her because they felt she might be more able to accommodate the foreigner? That was the only reason she could think of. She followed the girl's request and addressed her as 'King-san', her mother's maiden name, rather than her family name or her given name. Hopefully, they'd warm up to each other over the next few days...

She made sure to take an opportunity on Tuesday to braid Suehiro's hair, and irritate her fan girls. She also made it a point to test the first years that had already joined. With such devoted interest, they must be good, right? They hadn't even had the recruiting day yet.

Wednesday's lunch period rolled around, and she watched the interaction between... club members? The girl they were speaking to didn't seem too excited to hear from them, but then again, she couldn't tell much from where she was sitting. Well, she was going, wasn't she? In any case, the brunette stands and gathers her things, heading down to the first floor to find her roommate's classroom.

After a little bit of asking around, she finds the room and pokes her head in, spotting the girl easily enough. "There she is..." She steps in and approaches her roommate's desk, setting a bento box on it. "I made too much zis morning. I hope it's not a bozzer, King-san."

She wasn't surprised to find that Tohru was only wearing a black t-shirt down to the bath house, it suited the rocker perfectly. Mira's eyes widened as looked behind her curiously and then back to Tohru, an awkward smile now on her face as she realized Tohru was complimenting her towel dress. "Really? Th-thanks, Ru-chan." She replied nervously to the woman and waved her hand before heading to the door so that they could get to the bath house.

Packed would have been an understatement. It seemed like every girl from Lilium had gotten into the onsen, leaving little room for Mira and Tohru. "Eh..." Mira poked her bottom lip out and turned to one of the shower stalls, hanging her head and walking into it without another word. She really wanted to relax with Tohru, but it would have to wait.

After that, Mira went back to the dorm room and worked on planning some things for the upcoming week in the Music Club. She only lasted about forty minutes before passing out.

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Mira quite enjoyed Tuesday. They had just started to introduce course work in class, and she had given the music club members the sheet music for Canon in D, and auditioned those who would perform for the club fair. Hikaru hadn't shown up for music club, so Mira gave the part to someone else. Others made flyers and played their instruments until it ended.

Wednesday came and Mira was walking outside with her bento in search of Tohru when she saw Reiko sitting down alone. She stopped in her tracks. It seemed Reiko hadn't seen her yet, giving Mira the opportunity to turn back and leave the poor girl in peace. "Reiko-chann!" Mira cheered to the loner as she approached the little table, happily taking the seat across from Reiko. She hadn't forgotten the embarrassment Reiko faced in the drama club, but Mira didn't want to bring it up and be accused of "not really caring."

Mira peeled the plastic covering from over her lunch, and as she did so, a silver charm bracelet jingled around her wrist. It was clustered with a bunch of various charms, a treble clef, animals, a silver disc with a picture of Risa Niigaki in it, and a bunch of other things she loved.