#ka closed

After the events of last night, Laurent had slept in a lot later than anticipated. This was both a good thing, for it meant he was well-rested - and a bad thing because he had intended to do something of importance today. Well. Seeing as he was awake, he should do that now. With the plan set in motion, the mage left the room for quite some time.

To do classes, and also that other thing. When it was break time, the mage returned - the smell of freshly-baked items filed the air. Well. ...His cookies turned out very oddly shaped, but they smelled nice. He did hope that they would provide sufficient. Because apparently, his old room-mate that he'd sadly never gotten to meet (they'd never been around for whatever reason) had gone, and he would have a new one.

Cookies sounded a nice welcoming gift for a room-mate, no? So, with the cookies carefully placed, Laurent sat and read one of his spell books to himself while he waited in the room. Hopefully, the new room-mate would stop by.

The reality of the position he'd accepted circled around in his head; it might have been a hasty decision to take it up, but given the anarchy Momo had been in over the past month or so, and that he'd been recommended for the role, who was he to decline?

     It might have been an unfounded worry that stationed him close to the bathrooms. (Not entirely unfounded, given what had happened just the day before.) The last thing he wanted was for another clash so soon. Outside of Vanguard, he was hopeless with conflict.

That said, the first encounter wasn't that with someone whom would kick up a fuss, at least, not as far as Aichi was inclined to believe. Not a resident, but a visitor, maybe stopping by to check on a friend?

"Ah-- Io-kun... isn't it?"     One of the football team's stars, from what he'd seen and heard.

"I heard that things got a little hectic yesterday and you were caught up in the excitement. I apologize if it caused you any trouble". An apologetic bow while that voicemail (with Kai's call not to go through with it in the background) running through his head - something about the new arrival, who was also part of the dorm.

Kerria's summer festivities were a go and the beach was opened up and flourishing among the excited populace. Students and teachers alike were taking it easy for once and setting their sights on the sun and crystal clear waters. Making themselves comfortable at a table underneath a large umbrella at the Sunset Boulebar (what a name), Aichi had invited Kai along to have a fun outing, of which came to a slow start before suggesting a game or two of Cardfight!! Vanguard. In fact, Kai thought he'd never ask (he had been looking forward to a rematch or two since they reunited). "--And that's 6 damage for you. I win this round." Setting down his hand with a triumphant smirk, Kai almost chuckled at the other's flusteredness, having been just so sure he'd pull a magical heal trigger to pull him out of a pinch... He should probably have given him some sort of praise however.. He had put Kai on the ropes before falling short during his turn, after all.

There are three aims of Kerria Academy, an illustrious and prestigious international school located in the north of Hyōgo Prefecture. While it’s known for bot its rich history and its many notable alumni, the academy is especially famous for its focus on literary studies and its rural, almost poetic campus and surroundings.

For a school so deeply ingrained in tradition and its vast and winding histories, it remains to this day surprisingly modern, and many would call it the best option for gifted or talented students from around the world. It offers both a paying route and a large number of scholarship opportunities, due to the governing body’s belief that ‘money should never be a barrier to one’s right to education’ and their need to ‘stop at nothing when it comes to supporting brilliance’.

--Even the brochure was flowered up to sound prestigious and promising. But coming to such a well pampered academy was something close to a fever dream; especially for the likes of Kai Toshiki. To have been admitted to such a place wasn't entirely impossible, but given his previous reputation, well, it was something short of a jest. He was going to leave most of that life behind, however, and start anew, that was the vow to himself. As someone who wanted to settle down into a more peaceful regimen, Kai was working hard to clean out his soiled ledger and attain a somewhat respectable status again. And though a perfect record wasn't in his best interest, perhaps surrounding himself within the proximity of more civil persons was what he needed most. Wandering about the campus to get his bearings, Kai barely knew how to navigate to and from the dorm rooms to the actual classes, looking at his schedule almost skeptically. So many of the listed curricula were spread out---he should have planned more accordingly to travel than to academic convenience...

 ...It's already too much work for all it's worth.

♪ —-;;  Otoya slowly opened his eyes, lifting his head up from his hand at the sound of a bell ringing and everyone began standing up and leaving, as he carried his things in hand and off his desk, bowing politely at the professor before yawning as he made his way out of the classroom, barely able to stay awake in that class.

The redhead decided to pass by the campus cafeteria first, before heading to his next class with extra time, picking up a few snacks to wake up him as he made his way through the slightly crowded hallway afterwards, passing by his locker.

"Hey, have you met the Anatomy teacher yet?" "What about him?" "He's hot, and it's his birthday today... I wonder if he has a date tonight?" He overhead fellow students as he traded his books and closed his locker, pausing for a moment only to reopen his locker to pick up something that he needed to fix a bit.

The redhead slowly walked in the classroom that had the 'Anatomy 101' label on it. As he approached the teacher's table and politely placed a cupcake in front of the Skylark himself, it had a 'O tanjou bi omedetougozaimasu' note on it.

♪ —-;;  Otoya smiled to himself as he pulled out the pair of chopsticks out of his mouth, all satisfied after finishing the last bite of a good lunch, accompanied by good music playing through a pair of headphones on him too.

Picking up a familiar piece of paper in front of him, he hummed the musical notes written on the paper along with the music playing through his headphones, just something to warm him up before his next class… His favourite class, as it was one of his specialities after all. Little did he know, fate has a surprise for him just waiting in his next class.

Slowly walking through the slightly empty hallways, looking for a classroom that would have a ‘Music Theories’ label on it. Though as he was drawing near that specific classroom, he could somehow pick up a familiar scent, though not completely noticing it entirely.

He was the first student to arrive, knocking politely on the door before entering, only to freeze half way in shock as he met a familiar blunet seated on the teacher’s table, the pair of azure eyes almost piercing through his crimson eyes.

For a short while after returning from the Battle of Ikaruga (the battle in which Jin had been dubbed a 'Hero' and had consequently been shipped off to a boarding school following his injuries sustained in it), Jin had tried to convince himself that limps were sexy. Mysterious. His perception on that personal little lie had quickly changed when he'd realised how irritating it was to have a limp. 

It had hung around for a good few months. Hopefully it would only hang around for a few more.

Limping through the corridor towards the Suika Head Office, the ex-Major flicked through his notes in hand. Various notes taken in Professor Curtiss' class, in Jin's recognisable cursive. 

A sharp knock on the man's door announced his presence.