Story sequence:
Episode one:
A young girl slowly woke.
Blinking, she sat up, hearing food cooking. Wrapping her frilly pink robe around herself, she walked to the kitchen of her boarding school's dorm. Smiling as she entered, she saw the familiar figure, a tall girl with multicolored hair humming as she cooked.
"Hey, you're finally up. Cmon, classes start at nine."She greeted, grinning as she set a plate out before the sleepy girl as she plopped down in one of the chairs.
"Can't blame me, I'm an American."The girl yawned, and her taller friend rolled her eyes.
"An American who's been living in Japan for two years."
"Don't you talk, your hair is three different colors."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
The girl pouted, twirling a piece of her blond hair around her finger.
"I don't know... I'm tired..."
Her companion laughed, and patted her on the head, then began to walk off.
"I'm going to get ready, ok? Eat up and do the same thing when you finish."
"Ok, Yuki..."
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Yuki Ain and Drew Aprolin made their way to the biggest building on campus, walking quickly, a bit late.
Like all students, they used the school uniforms to their advantage, and still looked like individuals despite the sameness. Yuki's uniform was crumpled, per usual, and she had the uniform jacket tied around her waist. She also had the top button on her shirt undone, but this was more out of necessity. It was too tight with all of them buttoned. Her hair was falling out of the required bun, and she lazily played with a blue strand.
Drew on the other hand, looked a lot more organized, and a lot less uncaring in her look. Her clothes were ironed to perfection, and there were bits of pink wherever she could put them. The hair tie in her bun was pink with a faux pink orchid tied in, she wore pink knee socks, and a pink necklace, and she had on pink glasses. Yet, all this was minor on her black and white uniform, to her annoyance.
"Which class do you hope to have?"Drew asked her roommate as they reached the building, holding her bag to her chest.
"I don't really care as long as you're in it."She said nonchalantly, glancing at the huge crowd as they stopped behind it. Drew went pink and looked away. "Hey, Drew. You still hoping for that Class of Fears thing?" Drew instantly piped up, stars practically in her eyes.
"Yeah, the Class of All Fears and Their Conditions! I really hope we signed up in time! I really want to learn about all the types of fears!"
"Yeah, it sounds interesting. I actually don't know much about fears. I'd like to learn."Yuki said causally, and didn't even react to her roommate's next move of freaking out.
"You don't?!"
Yuki was a child prodigy, gifted with the second highest IQ in the world. She could remember anything and everything she saw. That was why she was in this school, to hone that gift. Unfortunately, she could care less about the fact that she was literally a genius, and you wouldn't know if you just looked at her. She seemed more the type to be a dunce, what with her slightly uncaring attitude and casual way of doing everything.
'Maybe that's a side effect of being a genius', Drew thought. 'Maybe nothing surprises you when you know almost everything.'
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The bell rang, and Yuki and Drew dashed into their designated class, nearly late, doughnuts in hand.
