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Who: Kazuki, open
Where: 3-ha classroom, hallway
When: Monday 24, Lunch
What: Kazuki's first day at school.

Tac. Tactac.

The light tapping of a pencil against the desk briefly joins the variety of sounds within the classroom. It is the sole clue giving away the enthusiasm of its owner. Yukimura Kazuki has assisted Chitoku Academy for not four hours, and already he finds himself relaxed and cheerful. You'd hardly notice this from looking at him, expression frozen into his typical poker face. Innerly, however, Kazuki is ecstatic to be here. A new school comes with hundreds of new first impressions, as well as the disappearance of the ones he gave in his last school (or, if not that, at least the opportunity to make them irrelevant).

The high schooler isn't the least bit picky about who he associates with, and as he hears the door in front of the classroom open, he decides to interact with the individual entering before he so much as sees who it is. Since it does indeed turn out to be a classmate (and a pretty sociable one at that), he decides to make eye contact and wait for conversation. Unfortunately, Kazuki's old habits die harder than any 80's action flick, and even though he lock eyes with his classmate, he remains silent for the entire five seconds he looks at him, seeing the other party join his friends at the other end of the room.

...Did that come off as weird?

Kazuki's question is answered by the blossoming conversation he witnesses the group having. It looks like, in trying to come up with a topic to talk about, he became one himself.

That's alright. He anticipated this. Leaving the classroom in what he slowly starts to recognize as embarrassment, he leans against a wall in the hallway and starts to wait out the minutes until class resumes. Kazuki refuses to let this ruin his good mood. There's as many chances for this as there are people in the world. If nothing else, he can balance things out by giving a good first impression to the ones who do talk to him. The black-haired boy's train of thought is briefly interrupted by the slow sound of rolling and one last 'tac' coming from within the room - louder, this time, dropping from his desk.

Ah. The pencil...

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"That's right." Kisa nodded to Kazuki. She hadn't seen much from him thus far, but he seemed sharp... if a bit quiet. "It's nice to properly meet you, Yukimura-san."

Baku's response made her eyebrows raise a little and brought on a slightly bemused smile. "I hope you're not disappointed--I'm afraid there's not much to see. But I can see why you might want to stretch your legs after sitting all morning."

She rolled her shoulders, as if accentuating the point; truth be told, she felt a bit stiff herself. "Ah, and yes, we are."

"Same here." There's a half-second delay in which Kazuki processes Kisa's words. Despite having memorized the names of his classmates, he didn't expect to not have to introduce himself. Barring anomalies like the one from a few moments ago, Kazuki is typically very good at slipping under the radar, hence why this makes an impression on him.

"I think the novelty hasn't worn off for me. There's a lot more to do than at my last school." He isn't planning to check out the clubs until this afternoon, but he figures there has to be a photography one here already. Then again, like he said, the impression that the school is bigger than the ones he's attended may be just that - an impression. Not knowing anything about the school, his imagination may be getting the best of him.

Edited 2013-09-23 02:32 (UTC)

The teen's calm demeanor returns as the conversation wears on and the throbbing of his heart from Kisa's sudden appearance slows to its normal pace. His stance relaxes as he shifts his weight to learn gently against the wall next to the duo, working his chopsticks around a bit more of the ramen contained within the cup in his hand.

"It feels weird to sit down and eat lunch. I've been running around all summer, so I never did have time to sit down and actually enjoy what I was eating. Besides, where would I sit?" That sounded much less pathetic in my head.

"In any case, you should come take a look at kendo club, even if it's just once. Tanemoto-san owes me a match, anyways," his attention returns to Kazuki and his eyes flash again with a competitive flame that Kisa may have spotted the other day. "I haven't told him he's up against a yūdansha yet though, so I think he's in for a bit of surprise." A proud grin dominates his features. Kendo was the one achievement he could brag about with any measure of veracity.

"Haha..." It's said with a hint of sheepishness, which is still a long ways off from the more honest 'I've never held a bokken in my entire life', at least. Still, Kazuki enjoys a friendly match as much as anyone, and after a little consideration, gives Baku a subdued thumbs-up. Admittedly, both the chuckle and the gesture seem a little out of place for someone that acts like him.

"Sounds good. I don't think I can beat anyone with that much experience, but I can even the score if you come by the photo club."

. . .

Please let there be a photo club... Please let there be a photo club...

Perhaps he noticed the unease with which Kazuki had spoken, or perhaps he was still in the midst of his competitive streak, but Baku offers him a gentle smirk and a noncommittal shrug before he pipes up again.

"We could even have a little tournament with the three of us!" Of course he would suggest that; he's probably the only san-dan in the entire club, but he maintains a bright optimism about the prospect of an extended challenge such as this. Don't go too hard on him though, or he won't be interested at all. That's what he kept telling himself, anyways, but he knew it may go an entirely different way in the heat of the match.

In any case, he'd heard of the photo club before - Saturdays, right? That's my training day. I suppose I could always train after dinner anyways, though. He gives Kazuki a nod of affirmation, "alright, fair's fair! I've never actually tried photography before though, but I can't imagine that I can be any worse at it than I am at music."

"Say, what's your cultural club, Saiga-senpai?" he turns his eyes to Kisa with a questioning look.

"Art."

Kisa scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. "I've never been great at it, but I'm doing my best to improve. Most of my time goes toward studying and judo, so it's difficult..."

The sheepish smile remained as she moved on to the topic of the competition. "I think I'll have to decline the tournament. I really can't do anything with a bokken." For a moment, there was a twinge of something odd and pained in her smile, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. "But I'd be happy to come watch if I can."

"That would work." Albeit not very favorably for him. This has the potential to go badly, what with his amateur status. Still, in this kind of situation, with everything progressing as smoothly as it is, he's not exactly the type of person you would describe as a long-term thinker.

It's the aforementioned concern (as well as the growing realization that he's the only person here not good at any sort of sport) that makes any subtle expressions the other two make fly right past him, observant as he may usually be.

"I thought Art was one of those subjective things, you weren't 'good' or 'bad' at it..." Baku regards Kisa with renewed curiosity at her statement, but his attention returns to Kazuki as soon as he speaks, sporting a sheepish grin of his own as he scratches the back of his head, "You've got guts, Senpai, that's for sure. I didn't actually think you'd want to try, but you're more than welcome to if you really want to! I think I'll challenge Tanemoto-san tomorrow."

And again, there was the mischief that typically accompanies his competitive side. In fact, he had been so enthralled with it that he had forgotten entirely about his now-lukewarm noodles. He looks down to them with an expression of surprise and hastily finishes the rest.

Edited 2013-09-25 20:57 (UTC)

"Oh, no, not at all. That's more common in the West, I think. Some of the art over there..." Kisa grimaced and shook her head. "But I'm trying to get better at it."

But the kendo topic was a little more interesting -- certainly to the others involved -- so she was fine with sticking relatively close to that. "I have judo tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to make it. I'll try to come by if it's after club, though."

The teen nods emphatically with a bold grin, "yeah, I figure I'll approach him after kendo practice. If you hurry, you might catch the tail-end of it all!" "Tail-end of kicking his tail" is what you wanted to say. In any case, lunch was almost over, and Baku was much further from his class than the others, so this was as good an opportunity as any to say his farewells.

"Anyways, I have to head back to class, else Ryuta-san might fuss at me again," he nods again to Kazuki and offers him a wide smile, "good to meet you, Yukimura-senpai." When his gaze turns to Kisa, a faint tinge of color returns to his cheeks and he continues, "great to see you again, Saiga-senpai."