After she has finished eating, Aya drains a glass of orange juice and darts back upstairs to her room to change into her school uniform. Well, she showers first, but after drying off begins to pull on the uniform, arranging her bow just so and pulling on the dark knee socks before running down the stairs, schoolbag in hand. She also has a second bag with her swimming gear and, once she grabs it off of the dining room table, lunch for later this afternoon. The young woman slides on her shoes at the door and calls out, in case anyone is listening, that she is leaving. She hops on her bicycle and is soon riding away, making her way towards the school at top speed. If it weren't for her bike, the young woman would probably be late nine-times-out-of-ten. Punctuality isn't her strongest suit.
The young woman hops off her bike, which skids to a halt, right in front of the school gates, the smile on her face even brighter than it had before. She looks at the structure of the school before her and says, "Hello again," as though greeting an old friend. "Ah! Let's see who is in my class~ All the best people, I hope," Aya muses, waving at a group of girls that she knows before locking up her bike and making her way to the school building. Her auburn hair is slightly messy from the bike ride, but she pats it down to look a bit more presentable, and for the most part succeeds. She does, after all, fit the standard for her role as a popular girl, appearance-wise.
It is then that she hears a familiar voice greeting her- that of Rin Orihara. She smiles at her, noticing the girl's red face. "Oh, hey! You're blushing," she greets her cheerily, following Rin's line of vision to see that Kyouya is the one she is looking at. "Just go up to him and say something, he can't ignore you but if he tries he'll feel the wrath of Aya-chan!" Aya jokes, eyes dancing.
"Anyway, I need to go to the swim club booth. You should join this year, Rin-chan," Aya suggests, putting her hands together just in front of her face. "This'll be the year we take out all the competition," she adds the promise, as though it will be even more tempting with that.
Apparently deciding that the decision was made, she takes Rin's hand in hers and basically drags her to the swim team booth, where other members are standing. Ren is there as well, of course, being the team captain. "Recruited any freshmen yet, captain?" she inquires hopefully.
Kei strolls up to school with a piece of toast hanging from his mouth as he listens to the animated discussion between the two friends who walk beside him. When they ask for his input, the young man shrugs and gestures towards the food, which is keeping his mouth occupied and preventing him from speaking for fear of it dropping to the ground and being completely wasted. Sympathetic to his plight, they accept this excuse and continue their heated debate. The topic? Trying to decide who the cutest girl in the school is. Their opinions are conflicting, but rather refreshing, because neither of them have chosen a popular girl as their pick. Anyway, as the trio walk up to the school, they immediately catch sight of the large and somewhat chaotic freshmen fair. Of course, it is no different than their own freshmen orientation had been, two years ago. Now, however, they are third years- top of the food chain, watching the younger ones scurry about.
As they have entered the chaos, Kei's friends apologetically disperse, making their way towards various clubs and such that they are obligated to go check on. In contrast, Kei is part of no clubs, save for Kanade-san's napping club, which is not recognized by the school as actually existing. So, with that in mind, he is still part of exactly zero clubs. As it is his last year before going on to identical pastures, he considers perhaps actually joining a club this time around. He'd much rather go home, though, or hang out at a fast food place after school. Besides, Kei is rather reluctant to be the new third year in a club, as any club-going third year is expected to have far more experience than his juniors. He doesn't really fit that standard.
At the moment, he feels as though a nap is in order, still feeling rather tired from his early rising this morning. Of course, most of the trees appear to be taken already, so he is left searching for a second-rate alternative as a napping spot. That's the plan, anyway, until he notices a staring contest between a girl he doesn't recognize, and a boy he does. If memory serves him correctly, the girl is sitting in Nagato's spot. Amused, the young man raises his eyebrows, curious as to how this will turn out.