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Monday - 9:45:
Seika stood in front of the JFU building that was mentioned in her letter, having just got down from the taxi that got her here, her stoic expression in place as afe examined the place for a few seconds, her hands deep inside her oversized grey hoodie's pockets, a backpack over her shoulders. She also wore black, baggy cargo pants with a pair of white Nike sneakers.
She noticed two individuals standing in front of the entrance, and she observed them. One is...Kira Ryōsuke, the supposed "Treasure of Japan" , and the other...., her gaze lingered at the blue haired male with pretty eyes, who as if sensing her eyes on him, looked in her direction, and his eyes widened ever so slightly, a faint blush coating his cheek.
Isagi Yoichi stood frozen for a moment, his eyes fixed on the cute looking ravenette, his stare lingering on the purple tassel earring hanging from his left ear. But he snapped from his stupor when Kira spoke up, "Come on, Isagi-kun, let's go inside."
The bluette cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Ah, right." Before following after the other.
The other is a cute blueberry, she concluded, looking away from him as she started walking, brushing past the two and making her way towards the doors of the building, aware that the two mirrored her steps.
Inhaling deeply, she exhaled softly before pushing the door open and stepping inside, her stomach twisting ever so slightly with unwanted anxiety from the crowd.
Not to mention, they were all guys. The room was crowded with muscular and tall guys, the testosterone almost palpable. She resisted the urge to grimace, her expression unchanging as she made her way deeper inside the room, ignoring the looks she garnered from them.
"He's tiny and short as fuck." And you're dumb as fuck. "Is that supposed to be a forward?" I can score ten over your head and you won't be able to do anything about it, asshole. "He looks like a girl." I am one, you dipshit, why the fuck do you say it as if it's an insult.
With a soft sigh, she stopped beside a yellow eyed male who had brown hair with yellow under highlights. A small smile played on his lips as he glanced at her before he looked away.
Everyone here is a forward, huh. She observed around for a moment, catching sight of the grape and snowberry from the other day, Oh, they're here. Her eyes slid away, to the front as suddenly, the lights in the vast room turned off, and a voice echoed. "Uhm, test, test. One, two."
A tall, pale, and lanky man appeared in front of them, he had black hair in a bob cut, creepy black eyes and glasses, with an unusually long neck, he wore black jeans with a belt, and a black shirt with a bolo tie on his neck.
