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F A C EXC L A I M
Miyamura Izumi | Horimiya
H E X C O D E S
Dialogue color : #0072BC | Thought color : #007650
R O L E P L A Y E R
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A dream. A painfully good dream, at that. Hinata groans as he opens his eyes, taking note of the sunlight peeking through his grey curtains. It was already eight in the morning and he knew he'd have to get up if he was going to get to school on time. Normally, he wouldn't think twice about being a little bit late, but it was his first day and it'd be better to make his first impression a good one. And so, he dragged himself up from the bed, ignoring the tear stains left behind on his pillow. Ten minutes later and he was fully dressed, with his shirt and tie done up in a casual fashion and his hair pinned back to reveal his many, many earrings. His shirt was just thick enough to where his tattoos couldn't be seen through the fabric, which was most likely a good thing since tattoos weren't necessarily seen as 'appropriate' for someone his age, or any age really. Hina didn't care what anyone thought of them. XX
Once he was sure he hadn't forgotten anything, Hina grabbed a melon bread from the cupboard and left, locking the apartment behind him and headed down the four flights of stairs. It didn't take him long to get to the school, since it was relatively close to his apartment, but he took the time to enjoy the walk nonetheless. Hina found himself groaning inwardly as he realized his first class of the day was World History, which was the most bland class he could possibly have at nine in the morning. Upon seeing the crowded courtyard, however, the dread disappeared and was replaced with anticipation. XX
The first half of the school day passed quickly, and as soon as he'd introduced himself, Hina found that the females of his class were taking every chance they could get to talk to him. Whenever the teacher turned his back Hina would find notes being tossed to his desk, asking for his cell phone number and whether he was dating someone or not. And when lunch period arrived, the girls from his class and the class next door were suddenly flocking toward him. Hina was kind to them, giving out compliments and chatting with them in a friendly matter, causing a few of the girls to squeel. He could swear one of them ended up calling him sexy, but ignored the comment. He was completely unaware of the painfully familiar face that was approaching the scene. XX