ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ [ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ]

01. ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ

"That's it," Yaga, my new teacher, sighed after giving me a tour of the school. "Your uniform will be outside your door at approximately 5 o'clock." He nodded respectfully.

I returned the gesture, bowing as my face remained ever still: void of any notable emotions.

"Thank you, Mr. Yaga. I'll make my transfer worth it." I stood straight, nodding again.

Yaga hummed, and without another word, my new teacher just nodded and made his way down the corridor to God-knows-where.

I watched his retreating form before sighing and opening the door to my -as expected- plain, white room. Albeit a bed, desk, bedside table and a wardrobe, it was completely empty. There was also another door, leading to what I guessed would have been my personal bathroom.

I dragged all my suitcases into the room, abandoning them on the floor in the centre of the room before opening a window.

The rooms definitely are bigger than they were back at Paris. I even had to have a roommate back there.

That sole fact alone already scored Tokyo a mark higher than Paris.

As expected anyway.