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"I see no reason why I'd change it. It's perfectly fine the way it is, in my honest opinion."

With this being said, however, the youth found this subject rather captivating. His curiosity was piqued as creatures from lands that he had never even heard of began popping about, and he was quick to take to the library for further information. Even now, he was in awe as he stared at an informative piece of literature, one found in the nonfiction section that, to be honestly, could only seem entirely fiction.

Giant cannibals, lands from the future, even other words were prevalent in these works. Whatever situation Kakyoin had found himself in... it certainly was an interesting one. Even now, he stood in front of one of the many bookshelves that lined the library, a book in hand as he tried to make out what seemed to be... some sort of language. In his assumed solitude, he would even mouth and try to sound out certain characters-- until a footstep drew his attention.

Embarrassing.

Deep blues lifted to meet the gaze of a man just taller than he... when did he get here, Kakyoin wondered? The thought alone would fluster him. How long had he been standing there? For a young man who found social interaction so daunting, this was quite the predicament.

He was usually open to learning new things, to exploring new cultures and foods. Learning their traditions was something that Kakyoin was always inspired to do, however... he had stumbled upon something that even he, arguably the biggest culture geek on the island, couldn't understand.

Peanut Butter.

The student held the container in his hands, squinting at it and trying to grasp the concept of what was inside. ... Peanuts? Smashed up so finely that they created a paste? That's what he assumed, but... what was the use of this, even? He struggled to find an answer, before he heard footsteps in the kitchen. He was never really a social butterfly, but curiosity was a force that would knock down any obstacle between him and knowledge.

The islands were hot, the tropics humid, and even still, Noriaki Kakyoin refused to take off his uniform. Even now, as he staggered about, a hand pressed to his head in exhaustion, he wouldn't even relieve himself of his jacket.

Sunbathing, especially in his uniform, probably wasn't the best choice for someone of his stature. He struggled as he tried to head back to his dorm, leaning his weight against whatever he could. In an environment where he would prefer to isolate himself... this wasn't good, was it? With students already bloodthirsty enough, a weakened state was lethal, wasn't it...?

Just as that thought reached him, the worst possible incident happened. The youth found himself stumbling into another student, blue hues flicking up in a lagged action. For a moment, he looked confused as he tried to register the situation, before his lips parted.

"... E-Excuse me." 

With this being said, the red-headed youth was quick to make his way to the park. Enchanted by its serene nature, he couldn't help but admit to himself that he was quite impressed that a literal murder school could house such lovely sights. The thing that would suit his fancy the most, however, was a simple organic feature. So simple, in fact, that many would laugh.

A cherry tree.

For the first time since his arrival, a smile would cross his features. Cherries were a favorite of his, and yet he dared not pick the fruits that this tree held. For one reason, and one reason only. He felt a pair of eyes on him, probably belonging to an individual wondering just how one could be so enamored by a simple tree. 

The smile was wiped from his face, and Noriaki Kakyoin would turn to meet the same curious bystander that had demolished his peace of mind.

... It's... like he had never met Jotaro and the others, was it? Where were they?