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Who: The Chitoku inaugural class.
Where: Chitoku campus, various locations.
When: Sunday, April 3, 2022, two days before the start of spring term.
What: The school has opened its doors.

After eight years of careful planning and preparation, the campus of Chitoku Academy for the Gifted was coming alive at last. Helpful staff members had been posted everywhere in anticipation of the crowd, and seemingly every variable had been accounted for in order to make the move-in and initial orientation go as smoothly as possible...

Save, that is, for the weather.

The sky had just opened up on several hundred students and their families. Boxes and suitcases were being hastily hauled to whatever shelter could be found, with the aforementioned helpful staff members now acting as guides to the most convenient locations, and clusters of people seemed to naturally form around them, waiting for the downpour to slacken so the day could proceed.

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"Apparently." That wasn't flippant or dismissive though. She looked actually looked serious and maybe a bit guilty.

"Elucidate me then, senpai?"

Mirai felt himself bubble up. He stirred, and his hands were gripping his sides as his head tipped to the floor. His laughs became louder. If there was anything that could make him laugh, it was this.

"I would, but I don't think that would be appropriate, kouhai."

His head then came back up - which was horrible, because his wet hair was clinging to his face like leaves in a drainpipe. He stood quietly, his eyes staring directly at her.

"Now, being serious. What right have you got to expect me to make things clear for you?"

"None. You're free to go on resenting me and me to go on wondering what I did wrong," Haruka replied.

"But I hate being blind in ways I can fix. Please tell me?"

Haruka might wish she had not asked that. Mirai now had the remains of his anger disappearing from his face, being taken away with the rain that he wiped away. His smile turned a lot more wicked and knowing.

"Really now? I wonder how I can turn down such an offer, although I will not try to if you want me."

His smile became somewhat wider and he came to stand closer to her, staring with affection and curiosity.

"I am truly glad that you have come to me, kouhai. After all, it's my job as your senpai to teach you... everything. You shall have to give me your number sometime." A wry smile. "Teachers will teach you how to make a living. I will teach you how to live."

"Everything is broad," Haruka remarked. She didn't seem put off, though. She tilted her head again, genuinely interested, still looking serious, "How to live huh. Like?"

Mirai came closer, and for his amusement patted her head.

"Oh, you shouldn't rush, Kiri-chan. I am afraid that your skill in perception is terrible. Really, you suck. There's a lot of places and things you don't see. I will teach you how to notice them." His left hand gently rocked it forward and back, then let go. "We're almost there, by the way."

Haruka was startled at the sudden physical contact but didn't pull away when she felt his hand pat and rock through her hair, mussing the wet strands up more. Instead, she concentrated on how it felt, memorizing and linking it to a mental image until it went away.

"Pretty generous, senpai. I'll see when you show me, I guess," she replied. "'Kiri-chan'?"

Mirai's hand removed itself from her head, leaving the strands messy and parted. He tried to fold his arms, but he had to hold the umbrella - so he quietly laughed at the joke instead.

"Grasshopper," he explained. "But what you will see depends on what you want me to show you, of course."

"Kirigirisu* huh." Haruka seemed to consider this, before smiling a little. "I guess the expression here is 'PLEASE TEACH ME, SENSEI'?"

She felt the ground change a beneath her feet, elevating as she stepped onto what sounded like a concrete step or platform. This felt like this was Yanagi, unless Imaizumi had led her somewhere else entirely.

She turned to him and said, "By the way. My name is Haruka Shikata, second year. I specialize in drama."

((Grasshopper))

Mirai was standing at the base of the steps, looking accomplished and useful. He was hanging his umbrella on his arm then sliding his hands in his pockets. He greeted a few female stragglers from down the road as they went past. After a fairly long pause, in which he watched them leave, his gaze turned back to Haruka.

"A pleasure, Kiri-chan. I study ethics, by the way." He watched even more file in, all the more intently. "I would offer to help you inside, but it would be untoward on my part."

"Nah. I'm fine from here. And that's a harem or ecchi scenario waiting to happen."

She pulled her bag up the steps with a bit of effort. The building offered some shelter so she shook droplets off her hand before unzipping one of the side poaches of her bag. Out came a small notepad shaped like a popular dog mascot with wings strapped to her back and a pen, which she used to scribble something down before handing the sheet to Imaizumi.

"My number. Send me a text and I'll have yours?"

The number was taken and stored away with utmost care. He came forward to help Haruka close her bag, gracefully handling any close contact till he turned his back a little, pulled his jacket around himself and gave a wave.

"If you feel things are hard and you need to give me a call, don't be afraid," he said, "I will send a message later. Bye, Kiri-chan."

And with that, he was down the steps and could be heard walking away.

Miyume was certainly grateful for the elevators. That many stairs on top of this one would have been murder on her stamina. The sight of so many winding steps set at such a steep angle certainly gave her pause. When Shizuru began ascending them two at a time, her apprehensive expression simply deepened.

Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, after all. She was dripping wet, starting to feel tired, and falling down these stairs would hurt, if not end up in serious injury.

But she'd told Shizuru she would be fine. She kind of owed it to the other girl to try, at least.

With a great deal more caution and a lot less speed, Miyume followed Shizuru upstairs.

Haruka created puddles wherever she went.

Coming in from out of the pelting rain, every inch of her was soaked: her long wet hair stuck to her face, neck and shoulders and her shoes sloshed as she walked. She could have wrung out her hair or clothes before entering the building but opps it only occurred to her when she was halfway up the across the first floors.

It sounded like most down there had already put their bags away or were loitering around. She accidentally banged her leg on improperly stored bag or two but found her way to the stairs without much trouble. Ihoji had said there was an elevator but the walk didn't bother Haruka.

Only five floors to go.

The clanging sound of footsteps (and a came) coming up the stairs behind her was getting slower and more distant, something that was not totally lost on Shizuru. Still, it did take her a few moments to pause and half-turn to look down at Miyume, who was apparently having trouble keeping up with her pace.

"You still good for this?" It was about as close to solicitous as she generally got.

For someone as tall as Chloe was, she moved with surprising grace. She quickly began making her way down the flights of stairs that would lead her out and eventually to the Cafeteria. The hobby-chef wanted to see if there were any facilities there that were opened to students who might prefer to make their own meals instead of stomaching whatever the cafeteria decided they needed to eat. Most cafeterias that she had been to hadn't had the best food available, but then again, this was a high class facility.

Lost in that thought, Chloe almost didn't notice the other girl coming up the stairs. Almost. The German noticed something peculiar about this girl, otherwise she wouldn't have given her a second look; this girl had her eyes closed while she traversed her way up the stairs. That certainly was odd unless... wait, was this girl blind? Chloe stopped and stepped to the side on the landing so that the girl and her luggage could get by; there was no way both of them would fit (stop being a giant Chloe geez).

Chloe waited patiently and quietly for the girl to pass.

"I'll be fine," Miyume insisted.

She didn't sound fine, however; she sounded tired and a little pained. Still, she kept doggedly heading up the stairs.

"I just can't climb as quickly as you can. Go on ahead and I'll meet you there, okay?"

Haruka heard someone close by move. "Oh. Thanks-"

However, she was't done that before she brushed against the other, much taller girl as she squeezed past. It was a tight fit with her bag too, so Haruka ended up dripping over them. Turning back she said,

"Sorry. My bad."

When Haruka finally got to her room, she felt the slightest bit dryer after losing a good amount of water on the way up.

She shut the door after her and left her bag at the door. She waited for a few moments, listening for movement or a sign of her roommate but she only heard the people running around outside. Lucky for her, she guessed.

The descriptions online had told her what to expect but she wanted to map the place by herself. After she was dry. She didn't think her roommate would appreciate her leaving even more puddles around than she already was.

After feeling her way to the washroom, she picked out a few dry clothes - including blue tank top with a dog with wings on it and a pair of jean - from her bag before entering and locking the door. Within a few minutes, the shower began running, offering blissful warmth for Haruka.

Himeko slowly made her way through the girls’ dorm. There were lots of people everywhere and the small girl couldn’t help but feel a little lost.
After all the trouble she had coming here, all by herself because her family couldn’t find the time to come along, everything she wanted was finally putting her pretty heavy bags down somewhere in her room.

“Room 510…Room 510…”, she mumbled the room number given to her, while checking the doors she passed by. Finally getting closer to the number she was looking for, she caught sight of a small group of girls standing right in the middle of the hallway, excessively staring at her. Himeko led out a quiet sigh and tried to ignore them as best as she could. Luckily for the small girl, they didn’t even bother to start a conversation with her. All they did was whispering behind her back.
Sadly, this was pretty normal for her already. She knew that they were most likely talking about her family, hoping that at least her sister would show up at Chitoku as well someday.
Finally, Himeko reached the door she was looking for. Not wanting to suddenly interrupt her roommate, if she happened to be there already, she decided to knock on the door before stepping inside.
At a first glance nobody except for herself seemed to have arrived yet. Then, she spotted a bag near the door and heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Himeko placed her own bags next to the ones of her roommate and stepped directly into one of the puddles on the ground. She figured that the other girl must have gone through the rain without any umbrella, which was probably the reason for her taking a shower at the moment.
Looking around some more, she decided to sit down on one of the beds and waited for the other one to come back to their bedroom to properly greet her.

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes after Himeko entered, the washroom door cracked open and out came Haruka, wearing distinctly now dry clothes and her long hair untied and a bit damp but neat for now. She'd heard the room door open from the shower, so that meant that her roommate was probably here.

She side stepped where she had a feeling she probably dripped before and turned her head around for a bit before calling out, "Hi?"

After a while, Himeko spent with organizing at least some of her belongings , her roommate finally left the bathroom.
The small girl took a minute to size her up, watching the way she behaved closely. She was pretty. That was her opinion, at least. In addition to that she had a somewhat calm presence, which was definitely to Himeko’s liking.
And there was something about her eyes. The fact that the other girl didn’t open them at all had to mean that she couldn’t see, right?

Though she had never met a blind person before, she tried to ignore it for now and began with her introduction.
“Sorry for coming in so suddenly! I’m Uehara Himeko. I think we will be roommates starting today! It’s nice to meet you!”, she said cheerfully, putting on her typical cutesy act while bowing slightly; well aware of the fact that the other girl probably wasn’t even able to see it.

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Haruka tilted her head a little as she absorbed what she heard. She replied, once she formed a thought,

"Well, if you're assigned to 510 then yeah, we are. If not this is a bit awkward." She shrugged and nodded her head. "I'm Haruka Shikata. Nice to meet you I guess."

"Um…", for a moment Himeko seemed like she had lost the thread of the conversation.
"I probably expressed that awkwardly…but we really are! Roommates, I mean. I double-checked!", she said, well realizing that she sounded just plain naive here. She didn’t really care, though. She tried to keep her act going, so that it could hopefully break the ice between both of them.
If there was something she didn’t want, then it was a roommate she couldn't get along with.

"Shikata Haruka-san...Haruka-tan...Haruru! I think that would be fitting!", she smiled, looking at her roommate. "Nicknames!", she then started her explanation to not leave the other girl in a state of confusion. "I like to give them to people, I meet. …As long as they aren’t older than me, at least. It would be kind of disrespectful to call a senpai by some nickname, right? Ah, but if you prefer being called by your real name, that’s fine!"

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