Yuki sat up in her bed, looking around her room sleepily. She knew she had to get up. It was her first day of high school, and she certainly didn't want to be late. However, she was slightly afraid. Being in a new school, without her group of friends- well, the very first friends she's had in a while, would all be going to different high schools. Yuki rolled over and sighed, stuffing her head underneath her pillow. Yuki quickly shot up and slapped her cheeks. No falling back asleep! You will go to Fukushima High School, and you will like it!
She shouted encouragingly to herself before nodding. She turned her head to see her father standing at the door way. "I see you've already woken up?" Yuki chuckled nervously and scratched the back of her head. Yep! I really don't want to be late...
Her father left her room with a nod and turned her head towards a picture frame near her bed and she smiled. It was a picture of her mother while she was pregnant and a picture of her father as well. I hope you're watching, mom. Today's my first day of high school! Yuki flipped off her sheets and ran into the hallway. After having a very quick shower, Yuki ran downstairs with a towel in her hair and around her body. She checked to make sure her dad wasn't in the dining room before she closed her notebook and put it in her school bag. "I'm making breakfast, want some?" Yuki blushed when she seen her father walking out of the kitchen, holding a spatula and wearing his dorky apron. Dad! I'm practically naked, go back in the kitchen!
Even if it was her father, Yuki was very self-conscious about her body. It was far more developed than any girl her age, and this embarrassed her greatly. He held his hands up in defense and walked back inside the kitchen. Yuki grabbed her bag and ran for the entrance, placing the bag right beside the door. Yuki ran back upstairs and into her room, quickly shutting the door behind her. She looked at herself in her body mirror. How should I wear my hair for the first day?
Yuki thought about different hairstyles in her head and she shrugged the thought away. I'll worry about that later.
Speaking to herself was like a bad habit that Yuki couldn't really get rid of. She quickly dried off the rest of her body and put on her undergarments then put on her sailor uniform. The shape of her uniform was a short skirt with a short sleeved top and she added her thigh high white socks to the mix. Yuki really wasn't a fan of blow drying her hair, as it was very unhealthy for it, but she wanted to get to school early so she quickly blow dried the remaining wet spots of her hair. She brushed it out and looked at the picture frame of her mother again. Her mother's hair was very long and beautiful, and it wasn't really done in any special hairstyle. Yuki decided to let her hair down, just like her mother's in the picture, even if her hair wasn't as long and beautiful as her deceased mother.
Yuki skipped down the stairs and tripped at the second last step, almost falling flat on her butt before catching her balance. Her father chuckled and she blushed. "That was a close one." Yuki chuckled back and skipped into the dining room. There was just eggs and toast on a plate, and some hot ginger tea on the side. Yuki didn't really fancy ginger tea, but she also requested her dad make that for her, just in case her stomach began hurting later on in the day. Yuki grabbed her egg with her fingers and placed it on top of her toast. She ate it very quickly and slurped down her luke warm tea, before running upstairs the floss and brush her teeth.
I'm off now, dad! Love you!
Yuki shouted before running out the door. She walked down the street, and took in the fresh air. It was a beautiful day, she could tell already. After about 10 minutes of walking, Yuki finally made it to the school. She was so nervous! Freshman's were meeting up with their old friends or making new ones, and there were club stands set up everywhere for anyone who wanted to join. She was told that there wasn't going to be any classes until after lunch. Yuki sighed and awkwardly walked towards a tree and sat under it. Well, I'm off to a bad start.Akane was awoken by her two idiots brothers, and starting at that exact moment, she knew this wouldn't be a good day. Akane punched both of her older, but much more immature, brothers right on the head before walking out of her room. Akane began stripping as she was marching down the hallways, and the servants and maids looked away with a blush. Akane didn't really care. She just wanted to get this "school" thing over with. By the time she was in the bathroom, she was only in her undergarments and she stripped herself of those too before hopping in the shower.
Akane wrapped a clean towel around herself before marching back into her room. She quickly threw on on her uniform. Her style that she chose was a short sleeve and a short skirt. She wanted a short sleeve so that she could just roll the sleeves up, making them look similar to a tank top. Akane slid on some shin high socks before walking out of her bedroom, her hair still soaking wet. The maids insisted that she went back inside her room, so they could at least get her hair done nicely, but she only chose to brush it out. Akane went downstairs and ate a breakfast fit for a king. She didn't mind eating commoner's food, but she loved the "rich people food". Akane was greeted with a bowl of rice, fillet of grilled salted salmon with the skin still intact, a side of radish pickles, two sour plums, a bowl of miso soup, a side of natto and several sheets of seasoned seaweed. Akane's mouth drooled as she practically inhaled her food. Her two middle brothers were 18 and 19 years old, her younger sister was 9 and her eldest brother was 21, however he was away learning about business. Since his father didn't become the next in line for the family business, he volunteered. Akane was slightly disappointed that her older brother couldn't see her leave for her first day of school, but she quickly shrugged it off.
Since her family insisted that she gets a ride in a limo on her first day of school, so she doesn't get lost, Akane decided that she would follow their rules. Truth was, she didn't exactly want to get lost either. When she got out of the limo, many students were staring and whispering. Akane just rolled her eyes and kept walking with her head down. Damn, this is really embarrassing... Akane thought to herself and walked towards a bench, flopping right down on top of it. she didn't feel like socializing right now. She was just annoyed and mad.
Ren sat up immediately when he heard his alarm going off. He scratched his head and ran his hand through his black hair, moving his bangs out of the way, slightly helping him see better. Ren threw the covers off of his body and walked outside into his large hallway. There were maids that blushed and bowed down. This wasn't anything new. Every time they seen him shirtless, they'd get all giggly and annoying. [color=#1F001]Good morning to you too. Could you please get some breakfast ready?[/color]
They nodded and quickly scurried off giggling and whispering. Ren back into his room and through the doors in his room that connected to his own large bathroom. He stripped himself of his half-nakedness and got in the shower. Oh my god, this is taking really long. I'm just going to skip ahead.
Ren was on his way to school, sitting in the back of his limo. He looked out the window the whole ride there until he finally seen his school. He was there before almost anybody else, so he could set up a stand for his club. He didn't like standing behind a table, desperately shouting out to people to join like a pathetic puppy, but it's kind of his job as a team leader. Well, it would be, but he got his more charismatic team members to do that part. After getting out of his limo, he heard his chauffeur call out to him one last time, but Ren got to it first. Yes, I'm sure that I don't need help setting up a table, thanks.
He smiled back at the old man driving the limo. No matter how persistent his servants were, he still couldn't bring himself to treat them like shit. This specific man has been Ren's personal chauffeur for a little over 15 years. Ren knew his servants cared about him, so he cared about them too. After he and his team members finally got the table set up, some people started coming to school and he sat back in his chair, put his feet up on the table and sighed when he noticed some girls eying him flirtatiously. Just one more year, that's all.
His team members around him chuckled and then started calling people out.
