#redeyedgorgon

Diarmuid has been reserved. Now, Lancer Mod is happy.

A war awaits you, Master Mary Kozakura.

You will be housed in House Lambda with your Servant Sir Bedivere.

Enjoy your stay, and good luck.

Seto had always liked the color white. Ever since he had been given his original hoodie, he had been fond of it and associated the color with everything positive in the world. Green was a close second, if only for its correlation with nature, but white was by far his favorite.

So it was only natural for him to be distracted by the shorter student wrapped in a white hoodie, right? So distracted, in fact, that he kneed the soccer ball he was volleying at the wrong angle and sent it right into the back of said student's head.

Seto yelped in surprise, sprinting towards the smaller person. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" he called out repeatedly as he neared her. He wasn't having much luck in first impressions at the academy, was he?

He picked up the ball, which had rebounded off of the person's head and rolled back towards him, before coming to a halt in front of the stranger. "I'm really, really sorry," he began, his speech rushed, "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, and..."

Wait. A white hoodie? And was that white hair peeking out of the hood? He scooted over so he could get a better look at the student's face.