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Moto leaned back in his desk as students continued to be left to their own devices in the teacher’s absence. The more outgoing individuals openly introduced themselves, one upon a now decrepit throne which belonged to the teach. Now in shambles, it lied in pieces on the floor, instataneously discarded by the one which had snapped it in half. The boy could already imagine the reaction drawn by the bubbly girl known as Yuo. Perhaps the teacher would force Moto to hold a funeral pyre for his deceased sitting utility. No longer shall the man plop his rear and recline in a comfortable manner. Moto was already feeling sympathetic for the poor guy. Already bored with her previous antic, she hopped her way with ebullient paces and focused her sights on Fumiko after the younger lad had left her for the self-proclaimed Queen. Before their guide was too enter the classroom, the boy decided to flip open a manga magazine to kill the time. While flipping through the pages, he listened closely on the assorted conversations flowing from vociferous mouths. Moto may had underestimated Barry’s sewing of words, as he had already found himself able to uphold a conversation with royalty. He intended to continue listening until a shadow abruptly loomed over him.

”So please tell me you are one of the normal ones here. I doubt I can all this all the time.” The girl said nonchalantly as she sat down right next to him, a stern expression piercing daggers at Moto to wean out his response. The boy’s mouth was left agape until he regained his senses. Of course, his senses weren’t too solid and barely assisted him in verbally conveying his opinion. He glanced at his side for assistance from a comrade yet only received a similar glare from Fumiko. Or maybe it was centered on the stoic female attempting to pry an answer out of him. Actually, it was probably at both of them, each of her eyes focused on an individual. Moto’s heart dropped, as we was truly left to fend for himself. He fidgeted with his seating uneasily, then let out a sigh and met gazes with his classmate. But as soon as they entered an eyelock, Moto autonomously averted his line of sight and shook his head. An uncontrollable blush had already began to span his cheeks, ”Well. This is quite the development. Come on Moto, give her an answer already.” Forced by the lingering threat that she’ll snap the frail boy in two, he gulped down any doubt and finally deduced an answer.

”Well, it depends on what you personally deem normal. This will be my third year attending this academy, along with living here my whole life, I can’t help but to be used to this kind of scenario. It’s interesting to see every year’s new batch of students...” The boy winced at what he had planned on continuing that sentence with. He cut himself off and decided to firmly ask her question, ”But I believe this is normal. I mean, we’re in Death’s Capitol, can’t get more unusual than that. There might be a few hyper individuals here, but this seems pretty ordinary. It is also a place of acceptance for differentiating souls.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally blurted out the rest of his answer. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He closed the magazine shut and stuffed it back in his messenger bag, then glanced at the door to see if the teacher had arrived. ”Oh, and um… My name is Moto. Moto Kentono.” Aside from stuttering a bit with his vowels. The last few students began to file into the classroom after he introduced himself to the blonde. It was only a matter of time before their teacher was to arrive. "Who might you be?" He innocently asked while tilting his head.