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The first thing that Zico felt as the pairings were announced was relief; almost like being washed in cold water after a long, hot day. However, his almost wary expression had not even twitched into one which mirrored his true feelings. Instead, he continued to stare, unmoving, until his eyes finally scanned over the hat-wearing lad of a similar age to himself. Zico took notice of how flustered he had become, and it was his assumption that the boy had not been expecting that, but the reason was to remain unknown. Zico had always found himself being uncomfortable around agitated or angered people, and so he quickly turned his head, as if the mere fact that he was looking would make the unfamiliar boy lunge across the room.
As the girl beside him, who he now knew as Umiko, stood from her seated position, so did he. He turned his entire body to her, and gave a small nod at her words. "Of course," he replied, watching her in silence as she continued out of the door, followed by the other boy. He was alone then, with only one other of his own age stood in the room with him. Zico said nothing, and was half tempted to follow the other two to the bus, when he heard a voice, and his head turned slowly in the other lad's direction. Once more, Zico offered a smile, and returned the bow. "I'm sure we will!" he said, trying at enthusiasm; he had an odd feeling that it might not have come across as well as he'd intended, but he stuck with it as his smile widened. This one seemed calmer, and easier to get along with. A stark contrast to the hat-wearing one who, if he remembered correctly, was Hitoshi. That meant that the one exiting the room was Mikaze. Nodding - almost proudly - to himself, he too left the room and found his way to the bus, where there were obviously quite a few seats empty. This, he put it down to, was most likely because they'd overestimated how many people would actually turn up.
At the time, he thought it was only appropriate for him to take a seat next to his assigned partner, so he sat down almost sheepishly beside her. He could feel his cheeks warming upon the realisation that he had not asked beforehand, and so he turned his head to her, a subtle frown pulling his brows together to form a crease between them, and brought a finger to brush his chin. "I hope it's okay that I'm sitting next to you," he started, but didn't really know where to head after that. "I can move..."
As the girl beside him, who he now knew as Umiko, stood from her seated position, so did he. He turned his entire body to her, and gave a small nod at her words. "Of course," he replied, watching her in silence as she continued out of the door, followed by the other boy. He was alone then, with only one other of his own age stood in the room with him. Zico said nothing, and was half tempted to follow the other two to the bus, when he heard a voice, and his head turned slowly in the other lad's direction. Once more, Zico offered a smile, and returned the bow. "I'm sure we will!" he said, trying at enthusiasm; he had an odd feeling that it might not have come across as well as he'd intended, but he stuck with it as his smile widened. This one seemed calmer, and easier to get along with. A stark contrast to the hat-wearing one who, if he remembered correctly, was Hitoshi. That meant that the one exiting the room was Mikaze. Nodding - almost proudly - to himself, he too left the room and found his way to the bus, where there were obviously quite a few seats empty. This, he put it down to, was most likely because they'd overestimated how many people would actually turn up.
At the time, he thought it was only appropriate for him to take a seat next to his assigned partner, so he sat down almost sheepishly beside her. He could feel his cheeks warming upon the realisation that he had not asked beforehand, and so he turned his head to her, a subtle frown pulling his brows together to form a crease between them, and brought a finger to brush his chin. "I hope it's okay that I'm sitting next to you," he started, but didn't really know where to head after that. "I can move..."