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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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"This place is huge!"

"I bet they could do, like, Defense Force drills in here if they wanted to."

".. This is way too clean for a gym. It's weirding me out."

The school's athletic complex was slightly more out of the way, but its size allowed it to handle the overflow that the other meeting areas couldn't. With the rest of the complex besides the main arena closed off, there was little to do bit sit and chat until conditions improved.

Something landed on the floor by the third girl's feet.

A bag larger than usual, that clattered loudly because of the equipment contained within. A thin man was kneeling down at one side and unzipping the main pocket. He closed his eyes lazily. He laughed and lay an umbrella at his feet - and then got further down on his knees till he touched the ground. His eyes were squinting as he made sure nothing had been damaged anywhere.

Better to let go of his belongings, he thought, and worry about them than to struggle with the weight.

"My, it feels good to take a small rest." Rummage. "Pardon me." Rummage, rummage. "I would be happy to help you make it a little dirty, if you would like."

"Oh! Do you mean-- that is--" The girl, clearly startled, let out a nervous little chirruping giggle and turned to the friend she'd been commenting to--but not without her eyes darting back to the newcomer rather a lot.

"Sacchi, did he just-- I mean, do you think--"

'Sacchi' gave her friend a sly grin and a wink, and her shoulders a gentle push. "Go get 'em, tiger."

The man unearthed a number of his possessions and put them in a line beside the bag. From an iPod to a digital camera and a collection of grooming products in a bathroom bag. Then he picked up the electricals and inspected them again, holding them under a scrutinising eye first, and then placed them back in the bag.

"Greetings, Sacchi-chan. Since this seems to be the time for introductions, I am to be the leader of the kyudo club at this school." A nice smile. "Imaizumi Mirai. This meeting is a pleasure."

He stood to offer the other girl a polite smile too, and gave both the sight of him having a finger twining around the cord of the student card dangling against his chest. He looked bored, as though it were a millstone around his neck.

"It's nice to meet you, Imaizumi-san!" The nervous girl, now dealing with what looked to be a full-body blush, went into a long, deep bow. "U-um, I'm Sakakibara Yoshino. I'm in the high school, first year. I'll be in the soccer club, so I hope I'll be able to see you a lot!"

A second later, she realized how that had come out, and clapped her hands to her mouth as her face flushed still redder.

Her friend, 'Sacchi', gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, then offered a shorter, shallower bow of her own. "Inuzuka Sachiko, same year." Though she looked a bit older than that. "She's shy, so try to be gentle, okay?"

Yoshino squeaked at that last.

A small smile came up on the corners of Mirai's lips. He stared at both of them; a person-to-person gaze that would make each believe at least he was paying her the full amount of his attention.

"I am always gentle, Sachiko-chan. Yoshino-chan."

He could not simply let it go that Yoshino seemed so innocent, and continued smiling. Her friend had truly thrown her under the buss. And because of it, his attention came to her a little more.

"I cannot promise that I'll be able to devote my time to you, because I must help everyone who comes to my dojo. It's the burden that I have to bear." A shrug, and he gave another friendly smile. "Well, I have time to come and watch. Would you visit me?"

"Of course!" Yoshino brightened once she realized that Mirai was kind enough to overlook her embarrassment. "I'll come whenever I can!"

Sachiko seemed more skeptical, but her faint, largely unconscious smile made it clear that the upperclassman's charms hadn't been totally lost on her. "Easy now, Yoshi-chan. Don't get too worked up."

Mirai shut his eyes. Another smile, simply because he liked her answer. Then he shook his head lazily.

"It is nothing to worry about, Sachiko-chan. If it was something she did at the touch of a button, it would be. But everyone gets warm playing soccer." He opened his eyes slowly. "I would be happy to ensure she returns in one piece."

"He wants to fuck."

The young man who spoke those rather blunt words followed them with a formal bow, and a hand extended in Mirai's direction.

"Taue Shinichiro, scion of Kobe. Don't believe everything you've heard about me -- or do, it might be easier that way. I'm your roommate on the sixth floor. It's a pleasure to meet you -- and your ladyfriend companions."

He nodded at said ladyfriend companions, and then to Mirai again.

"Sorry if I was blunt, but that one seemed a bit confused." He jerked a finger in Yoshino's direction. "I mean, if she wants to fuck, that's totally between the two of you. Just making sure she knows what she's getting into."

Quite the auspicious start for our new roommates, ne?

Before Mirai had finished speaking, the other boy was standing behind him, and he was certainly as cocky at least as he himself. But the authority of dictating the conversation was not something he struggled against - it was something he ignored. He very carefully stayed quiet, obviously wondering whether he should say anything or not.

"Greetings, Taue-kun. It is a pleasure, though I must correct your impression. Your beliefs are rather vulgar. You must have an unclean mind to be fascinated by my business."

He was still focusing his charm on the girls he had been talking to. "Just give me a few days, Yoshino-chan. I'll have him being more polite for you."

The unwelcome interruption was met with slowly increasing annoyance from Yoshino, who punctuated the end of Taue's speech with a furious stamp of her foot (which had some surprising force behind it).

"You're one to talk!" she fumed, sticking a finger in his face. "I've heard all the stories, you know! About how you--"

"Come on, Yoshi-chan," Sachiko sighed, turning to go and giving her friend's arm a light tug. "I think I need to explain some things. Excuse me, senpai," she added with a curt nod.

"Maybe," he chuckled, as the two girls retreated for what would likely be an important and enlightening conversation, "but anyone I sleep with's well aware of the hows and whats and whys before I ask."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned to regard his new roommate with a wary eye.

"Should I expect to come back and find a sock on the door often? That is the American tradition, if my memory serves."

Despite his interruption, Mirai regarded his roommate with something of a patient look.

"No, that's your tradition. I don't quite follow your logic in assuming I'm as bad as you are, but I'll let it pass."

"How kind of you," Shinichiro deadpanned, with a wry shake of his head. "Honestly, Mirai-san, I really don't especially care what you do -- but I do know the sort of person you are."

He thought for a moment, and shrugged, watching the two girls leave.

"The fact that you think I'm as bad as you are is what makes you worse than I am. I am who I am for the world to see. You hide it behind kind words and a smile."

Another shrug followed. "But Hell, we're going to be roommates. I'll stay out of your business, provided you're not trying to engage those in over their heads. Stick to that, and we should get along swimmingly, really."

Mirai seemed appeased by this. A glimpse into the sparkle in his eye would have shown a willingness to listen and compromise. It looked as though the smile on his face was an omen of something promising.

"Is that so? I think I can accommodate your tastes, Taue-kun." He paused for a moment to tap his chin. "Will you afford me the same, by the way? Would you do me the courtesy of believing in me before you judge me?"

"I'm really not hard to get along with, Mirai-san. My heart's on my sleeve twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. What you see is what you get -- life's too short for me to do much else. You'll hear a lot of shit about me, and you can believe it, or not believe it. Somewhere between 40-60% might even be true."

Taue grinned, executing a slight bow.

"You know what they say, right? You never get another chance to make a first impression? I've got mine of you. You've got mine of me. They could both be right, one right one wrong, or both wrong. All we can do is find out, really. Did you get your stuff set up back in the room yet?"

"I haven't. It's been... kind of busy to say the least. But I've got most of my things." He tapped his bag with his left foot. "There's not a lot in there, but I might head over later when the rush dies down."

In the intermediate quiet, he leaned down and took the bag beside his feet. He drew the strap tightly down over his shoulder. His right hand adjusted the strap of the second bag that carried his laptop and other delicate things.

"If you tell me what time you'll be busy, I will try to come at a time that I shall not disturb you."

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