Ichiro | Jiro | Saburo
There was quite a lot of data to be gathered for the Cerberus boys. It was not only their first year among other people without Father's supervision, it was also their first in East Asia. The climate was pleasant and cool, the people were easy to get along with as long as one complied with their numerous unspoken rules, and the food was good albeit the small portions and more expensive servings for the type of meats that they liked. The school had its own culture--as expected--and in their connection, the boys decided that their best bet in keeping a low profile was to assimilate in different friend groups.
At the moment however, only Ichiro had any interest in anyone at all.
Seated at their homeroom class with the vivacious Nekonome, the boys continued to chatter telepathically. They were next to each other in the middle of the room, they had time to buy before they introduced themselves. Mostly, it was Ichiro and Jiro, with Saburo distracted by the teacher's tail. With wide eyes and lightly parted lips, he tilted his head, and followed with his torso without any such discretion, trying to get a better look.
This lovely one beside me, Ichiro flexed his head to the direction of the classmate beside him with long silvery hair while discreetly adjusting his uniform jacket. Smells like a fox spirit to me. Interesting leaf thing on her head too.
Why in hell is a kitsune wearing glasses? Jiro furrowed his brows and pointedly ignored the homeroom teacher by twirling a pencil in his fingers and watching it. He yawned, then from the corner of his eye watched girl Ichiro talked about who had introduced herself as Takahashi. She too, seemed to have noticed Nekonome-sensei's tail, and Jiro caught on at last as to why Saburo was so interested. A cat teacher. Saburo loved cats...
Same reason as anyone here wears the uniform, to blend in, I suppose. Ichiro smiled at their new favorite person in the class. He pointed to his own head at the approximate location where her leaf pin sat on her hair, and mouthed cute at her.
I wonder if fried tofu is any good. I want strong flavors. Jiro rolled his eyes and clicked his pencil repeatedly.
Ichiro was normally the one to communicate verbally for them all, so in times when they were required to talk on their own, Jiro and Saburo have some difficulty. He gave a polite bow to Nekonome-sensei, beamed at everyone and said, "I am Ichiro, elder triplet to Jiro and Saburo. We just arrived in the area so we have a lot to learn, but we'd be glad to hang out and chat."
When his turn came up, Jiro tried to comfortably greet everyone with a howdy that some classmates caught, he fiddled with his pencil and went on, "Name's Jiro and I'm second to Ichiro--I'm sure you can guess Saburo's youngest. I'm about as old as you all. That's it I guess."
When it was their youngest brother's turn, both looked at Saburo, who had stood up dutifully for his turn to introduce himself and just before Saburo opened his mouth, Ichiro reminded him to speak Japanese, and properly.
Despite his straight posture and lack of any self-soothing gestures, Saburo's overly quiet voice made him seem too shy to speak. Asked to repeat, he nodded slowly like his head weighed more than it looked, and simply said, "Saburo."
Ichiro gave him a smile and Jiro gave him thumbs up.
Mippu
"There's something strange in this neighborhood," Mippu thought to herself when she entered. Something was definitely off about the place, but she couldn't pinpoint why. The whole time she was at the assembly, she had built the whole hypothesis that the school founder had something to do with someone from her family, and there could be any number of wrongdoing that her ancestors committed, ranging from unpaid debt to straight up murder.
In the (limited) comfort of their classroom, she noticed that her teacher was in a rather spicy outfit so she relaxed, assuming that the school was a lot less imposing than it seemed, also based on the weird questions on the admission forms. Still, it made her jump when Toujou-sensei looked at her to be the first to introduce herself. "My name is Fukuda Mie--that's spelled with the mi from see, and the e from laugh... I enjoy writing, graphic design, and reading too, yes." She gave a quick bow and settled down, ready to get to know her classmates. She hoped none of their names were recognizable as the list of enemies of her family has gotten too long to remember off the top of her head.
And hopefully, people will remember her first name over the last name, and not "Mippu."
