WTH [GonKillu] and [LeoPika]

~New kid~

WARNING: The strong language begins from here ._."

(*Nervous nervous nervous*)

Zushi finna be my favorite character :P I'm portraying him as sassy, cool, blunt, in control (never blushing)/hj

Oh. My. GODS.

This school is Big with a capital B.

It's so:
Big
Royale
Posh
Elite

And they've admitted me here. Jesus Christ, Master Wing, WHAT were you THINKING?! You must've been drunk, Master. I don't fit in here.

THIS is Victors' High?! And HERE I AM, STANDING in FRONT of it, looking as small as a PEA compared to it.

What.
The.
Hell.

At least the guys here are cute, from what I heard. And the girls are fine-ish, from what I've heard too.
There's this girl coming out to greet me...

"Hi, I'm Kurapika Kurta, and I'll be your guide FOR TODAY. And if you want to be friends with me, I want to make this clear: I. AM. MALE."

Woah, okay. Feisty much🙄
I just stand there and blink. HE stands there looking at me. We're standing here blinking at each other.

Awkward much.

"So," Kurapika begins, breaking the awkward silence. "What's your name, age, skill, hobby, best subjects, etcetera etcetera?" He says all in one go, not stopping to catch his breath. I stare at him, surprised. I probably look like this O_O

"I'm- Zushi, no idea what my surname is, never knew. I'm fifteen, I do well in martial arts and shit like that, and I like physics, I guess." I say, shrugging.

Kurapika wrinkles his nose. "You... like physics?" He asks flatly.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm good at it I guess."

He's rummaging through his satchel now. Huh. He pulls out a folded piece of paper and unfolds it again and again until it is a sheet of A3 paper.

"This," he says, "Is a map of the first floor. You see how this school looks like an enormous tiered cake? Well, the first tier is the topmost floor. It's the smallest floor, around nine hundred square meters. It's the swimming pool, and changing rooms too, of course."

"That's a little opposite of roomy."
Kurapika nodded. "It is. It's gross, I usually skip swimming lessons 'cause there's no way I'm changing in that room. For the pool, it's fine I guess, but I don't like the smell of chlorine, it's uncomfortably sour and kinda bitter too."

"Ew." I say. Kurapika unfolds the sheet some more.
"Here's the map of the second tier. That's the pink one up there." He points to the pale pink floor; "This is the art floor: pottery, painting, drawing, sketching, crafting, whatever-ing, you can find them here."

He unfolds the paper even more, tucking some parts of the sheet under the others.

"This is the third tier, where the STEM courses are held. It was supposed to be STEAM but the art is on the pink floor so now it's only STEM. This floor's the yellow one there." Kurapika says. By this point, I am beginning to get the idea.

"And this," Kurapika says, pointing to the white tier, "This is where all those social studies and philosophy subjects and shit that aren't STEM are taught."

"'Kay cool." I say quickly.

"Then there's this floor," he flips the map again. I look at the fifth tier. It's a colorful mess. "It's the library. It has computers. This is where computer coding is taught. Also architect and digital designing is taught here."