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Ayane Takashi

Ayane's head was spinning by the time the opening ceremony came to an end. This bustling campus was a far cry from the cozy little village in the mountains that she came from. Back home, everybody knew pretty much everybody. She thought it would take a little time to get to know her fellow classmates, but upon seeing the sheer number of other students she didn't know if that would even be possible. Hundreds of students, all her own age, all filing into a single building. And the size of the school itself was bewildering. "Miku Aono..." she muttered to herself, clinging to at least one bit of stability. The president seemed like a kind girl and Ayane was glad that she was willing to help. It eased her nerves a bit knowing she had somewhere to go if she ended up floundering about. 

The students began shuffling out of the assembly hall and Ayane took a deep breath. Finding her homeroom was simple enough. Although she felt lost in a strange place, at least the rooms were numbered in an orderly fashion. She stepped inside the classroom and looked around at the rows of desks. Her village was so small it only had one school, and she had sat in the same seat since elementary school. She found a seat near the middle of the class and sat down. The surface of the desk was pristine. No familiar scuffs, blemishes, or scratches. She took another deep breath. She just needed to give it some time. Soon she'd be friends with all the students that were filing into the classroom. And then the homeroom teacher arrived. 

"Nekonome-Sensei..." she said under her breath. Two names committed to memory now. She seemed like a cheerful woman and Ayane was glad that her homeroom teacher was so friendly. Until... “At least - not seen it and lived!! AHAHA HAHAHA!” Ayane gasped as her eyes widened, one hand clutching her chest. Would they actually kill a human who stumbled upon this place? Those that wandered too near Ayane's village would be politely guided away to a safe trail with wisps. But as she looked around, most of the other students either gave amused snickers or just rolled their eyes at the bad joke. It was a joke, right? 

Before she had time to muse on it any further, though, it was time for her to introduce herself. She stood up straight and found her voice. First impressions were important. She didn't want to embarrass herself on the first day. "Hello everyone, my name is Ayane Takashi. My favorite color is lavender and my favorite food is fried tofu. I hope we can all become good friends." She gave the class a genuine smile, but her eyes drifted towards the sensei's tail. As a kitsune, tails were nothing strange to her at all, but after stressing how they needed to keep their disguises in order... She quickly sat down and averted her eyes, hoping the sensei didn't notice. out of habit, her hand went to her leaf hairpin as she made sure her own disguise was still in order. 

Ryuuto Mizuchi

Another year at Yōkai Academy was about to begin. Ryuuto saw lots of familiar faces at the assembly, and plenty of new ones, most of which still looked dazed by the new setting. He wondered if he looked that clueless on his first day. Probably not, as he was one of the first to find his homeroom then, and he wanted to be one of the first to be there today. He was one of the first in line to check his classroom assignment, and the very first person to enter the classroom. With swift, efficient steps, he claimed a desk in the front row, and began laying out his supplies. He opened up a notebook made of recycled paper -- recycling was one of humanity's better inventions -- and a metal fountain pen with a fresh ink cartridge inserted. This was the very same pen he'd used last year, and he only needed to replenish the ink. The way other students discarded entire columns of wood and plastic... he shivered at the thought. 

He didn't pay much attention to the other students that came in afterwards. He was too absorbed in writing a proper heading with today's date on the top of the page. However, there was one student he couldn't ignore. An upward glance, a slight widening of the eyes... those that didn't know Ryuuto would barely even be able to tell that he was looking at someone. But there he was in all his loudmouthed glory. Kishimoto. Ryuuto's jaw clenched and his grip tightened on his pen, the seamless flow of his penmanship disrupted by the near thought of that boy's name. And now he was stuck seeing and hearing him. Every. Single. Day.

Ryuuto was so busy suppressing his rage, he barely even heard his homeroom teacher's introduction. However, he whipped back to reality when Aono-sensei called on him for an introduction. Ryuuto stood up straight, heels together, and hands folded behind his back as if he had been called on by a drill sergeant. "Ryuuto Mizuchi. If you have any re-usable materials, please see me before discarding them. I will find a use for them." With that introduction, he sat back down, hoping he'd save a few sheets of paper from an untimely end.
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