#onelevelnicer

"Some are strange. I remember I was turned into a pokemon before. But... Some are still nice."

{ღ} -- The young blonde smiled happily at the students around her. They all seemed to be friendly too. It was a new start for Yuzuru and she couldn't wait to see what this school had to offer. Except, everyone wore such fancy clothes. Luckily, her 'Master', Kai Renge, bought her many of the uniforms so she wouldn't feel much out of place. It was lunch time and she didn't know whether to ask someone to eat with her. Everyone else seemed to have their group of friends while she sat down, eating alone.  

[Everybody must die now! Bring on the adorbs!]

Those two people... I wonder what they're up too... Haruhi sighed then stood straight up looking at them. It was her break from school and the Host club; she wanted to spend time alone. But, nope. That didn't seem like the plan for today. "What are you doing here? ...At my house?"

Seeing the group of fellow peers brought the Shinigami in a wildly good mood, for a reason which remains unknown. Coming from a demure girl like herself, Rukia decided to lightly shrug it off as she approached the stranger, a bright smile broadening her features. "Hey there! I couldn't help but not being able to recognize your face at all." She chuckled, light heartedly, light intentions. "I'm Rukia, do you need any help with your classes, ah." Clearing her throat, the ravenette outstretched her hand; indicating a beginning of a new friendship or acquaintance. 

Entering the halls of Ouran Academy felt like going back in time. She's been here a few times but not very often. She even remembered where exactly to go to get to the Host Club's room. Going up the stairs, she turned and saw the Music Room. Opening it, it seemed as if no one was here. "Hello? Is anyone around?"