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Zeal smiled at Hana’s embarrassment as she assaulted him with questions. She was cute, like, really cute. Even just her giggles caused the young boy to break out in a fit of blushing. Her hair moved when he talked, a curtain of ebony in the wind. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I never even told you my name, I'm Fugio Hana.” The girl said cheerfully. Zeal made a mental note of it in his brain so he never forgot. “Well, I’m Zeal Yamaka. It’s a pleasure to meet you Hana.” He quipped, giving her a little nod before he remembered she couldn't see it.

“What do you think about this place?” Zeal pondered this question for at least a minute before answering, pressing his shoulder to hers so she didn’t think he had left. Yamaku wasn’t a bad place. Take away the Tunnel Snakes, which Azalea promptly got rid of, and your left with a beautiful campus with friendly teachers, a huge library and crappy food. “It’s…peaceful,” he finally said. “Like your own zen garden, waiting to be molded. It’s only when the snakes start to get in that the purity of the sand is ruined.” He grimaced as the picture of Sage popped into his mind, forcing it from his conscious.

“Is this your first year too?" Zeal shook his head before, once again, remembering Hana couldn’t see. He cleared his throat nervously. He wasn’t used to people actually taking interest in him. “Uhh, no. No, I’ve been here for three years if you count this one.” A sudden idea popped into his head. It was crazy, moronic and even pushing his own boundaries, not to mention hers. “Hey…would you like a tour…of the school? I could show you where the music room is, the library and maybe even help you get unpacked.”

He delivered a swift mental kick to his stomach. ‘Help her get unpacked? What the hell were you thinking? She’s going to think you’re some kind of rapist and never talk to you again. Shit, this was not a good idea. Not at all.’ If Zeal could move his arm, he would have slapped himself out cold, that way he wouldn’t have to listen to Hana’s rejection. His eyes cast upwards, pleading to Satomi for some help recovering the situation but she was nowhere to be seen.

While Zeal fought with himself, Nana, being the ingenious dog that she is, decided it was the perfect time to attack the black haired boy with a barrage of licks. He yelped in surprise as the large yellow beast toppled him over beside Hana, covering every inch of his face with sticky slobber. “H-Hey! Cut it out!” Zeal laughed, completely forgetting his mental feud with his own stupidity, and rubbed the dog lovingly with his cheek. He had always wanted a dog but he didn’t have the money to feed one on campus. The licks softened from something that could be considered softcore porn to comforting kisses. It was like Nana knew Zeal’s worries.

“I, uh, I guess Nana agrees.” He said happily.