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Dmitri Kinoshita

"I'm sorry, were you saying something? Because all I heard was: wah wah wah."

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a character in “Hidden In Plain Sight”, as played by Mustache Squid

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"I am sorry, is that supposed to impress me?"


NAME: Dmitri Kinoshita

AGE: Eighteen

GENDER: Male

FC: Kuroo Tetsurou : Haikyuu!!

NATIONALITY: Japanese - Russian





HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 182.8 cm || 81.6 kg

BUILD: Muscular

HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR: Black || Hazel

CLOTHING:
Whatever he manages to scrape out of his closet and/or off the floor. As long as it doesn’t smell, he doesn’t care. Usually his outfits are a mix of t-shirts, jeans, his favorite red jacket, boots, and sometimes a hat. He doesn’t care about how fashionable he is or is not. Honestly any forms of opinions on his looks are disregarded with the use of his favorite finger (and it is not his thumb). This is all accompanied with a pair of headphones. Sometimes they’ll be playing music, and sometimes they won’t be. No matter if they are, or are not, he uses it as a mechanism to not listen to people.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Dmitri is pretty scarred up for a teenager. Fortunately there aren’t many adorning his face or the other parts of his skin that show. Though many might notice that his nose isn’t perfectly straight. If one hasn’t heard the rumors about his ‘past activities’, they can see it on his physical form.





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HIDDEN POWER: Audiokinesis – Dmitri can create, manipulate, and distort sound. He is more likely to use it as a blunt instrument than anything else, but on occasion it has other applications. He has mastered the art of not only using the sound he produces, but what others produce as well. This has forced him to start tuning out most noises because they interfere with not only his abilities but his thought processes. Fortunately, though, if there was ever a person that needed to be louder than anyone else it is Dmitri. This is a brief list of ways that he uses his abilities. They are not solely limited to this, but these are the most common.

Sonic Force—the most common use of Dmitri’s abilities, and the easiest to use. He can turn whatever sound waves he emits into a brutal physical force. It has the power to destroy most inanimate objects and knock back living ones. It is the equivalent to an invisible and loud bulldozer.

The Speed of Sound—Dmitri can use this ability to move as fast as sound. He can match his body’s frequency to the wavelengths of sound. He can move miles in an instant. And the louder the sound, the further he can go. He can’t use this ability continuously, because it can tear him up physically.

Sound Distortion—Dmitri can alter the sounds around him to be more or less than what they were; heavy footfalls can be silent, or breathing can become overly loud. This is best used not only in subterfuge, but also to disorient opponents. This can also be used as echolocation of sorts.

Frequency Match—this is the hardest ability for Dmitri to use. He can match the frequency of anything to destroy it. Unlike his Sonic Force, which pushes into the object, the Frequency Match vibrates within the object destroying it completely and totally. Dmitri has hypothesized that if he used this again a living thing that it may damage them internally at a cataclysmic level. He hasn’t tried this yet for fear it may have negative effects on himself of those around him if the frequency is too similar.





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PERSONALITY:
Dmitri is abrasive. That is probably the only thing you need to know about him. He is a loud mouth, crude, condescending, and hostile. He doesn’t make friends easy, and doesn’t really care to go out of his way to. Though, calling him a loner would be too much of a stretch. He does get involved socially with others, he is just choosey as to who they are. Usually the only ones that seem to tolerate him are those that don’t take his attitude at face value, or of the same personality type as himself.
He’ll not hesitate to make fun of others. Whatever flaws that they show, he’ll pick at them like a loose thread. That being said, he displays a wide array of flaws himself—mostly his loud mouth. And he can take the insults easily. One will have to get rather inventive to chip at his shell. But once they do, they get the full brunt of Dmitri’s temper. Lets just say: it takes a while for that fuse to ignite, but once it does it burns hard and hot.
All that aside, those that do manage to get on good terms with him find out that he is quite the loyal friend. He rewards their tolerance and perseverance with much of the same from himself.


LIKES:
Good Music— What do you think plays in those headphones? Not garbage, that’s for sure. One would be surprised to discover that the genre is not what you expected.
Sports— Baseball, in particular, but he does enjoy the thrill of competition and adrenaline. He also loves to rub it in people’s faces when he wins, of course.
Food— Of course everyone should like this, it is food… it is necessary. But Dmitri enjoys food. Especially meat and peanuts. One shouldn’t be surprised by that considering his physique, a lot of protein there.
Relentlessness— Never back down, that is his motto. He aspires to this personally, and loves to see it others. The moment someone curls up and complains, he detaches himself from them.
Small Cute Things— He will neither explain nor defend this interest.

DISLIKES:
Whiners— Own up to your problems and your faults. Dmitri does that every day, and he expects that of others.
Weakness— Make your goals, aspirations, plans, and stick with them. Your inability to do so just shows how weak you really are.
Losing— He hates losing, and is a sore loser. This might seem hypocrisy against his hatred of weakness, but he thinks he has put a 101% of effort forward and shouldn’t have lost. When it comes to sports, he’ll fume a bit before getting bored. When it comes to fighting, he’ll let his wounds heal before he comes right back at them.
Vegetables— Don’t. Even. Especially steamed. Their consistency just gets him every time. This is also true if you pickle them or put them gelatin. How does this kid even survive in Japan?
Loneliness— Sad, considering he is alone most of the time.





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HISTORY:
Dmitri is the son of a Russian ambassador and a Japanese military officer. He grew up in Japan, only having visited his mother’s side of the family a few times. That probably explains why he knows a small handful of language. First and foremost is Japanese, followed by Russian, and then English. His entire childhood was more or less centered on impressing his father, a man who was hard to impress. To this day he doesn’t understand how he could have married his mother, she wasn’t perfect. Still, she was there for him more than his father. He was constantly gone on business trips, and his mother tended to the various social obligations that an ambassador has to deal with.

So when Dmitri’s younger sister was born, she became the only other person in his life to mean anything. They were attached at the hip as they grew older. Dmitri promised to protect Petra from all that was out there. Unfortunately he lived up to that promise a bit too well. A rising baseball star at his past school, Dmitri had gotten quite a reputation. While he was just a competitive as he is now, he was possibly kinder. That was until Petra fell into the wrong sort of crowd. She didn’t come home for a few days. He shirked his practice to try to find her. Their mother and father also deployed their resources, but none of them were personally there to help Dmitri. He inevitably found her intoxicated in an alley with no recollection of what had happened to her. She did tell him who she remembered last hanging out with. After depositing his sister back at their house he grabbed his baseball bat and went after the kids that had done this to his sister.

Obviously no one died. But more than one kid was rushed to the ER, including Dmitri. His father quickly covered up the scandal by sending the boy away. Publicity regarding the military had to be positive in light of the crises in Northern Japan. He ended up in New Haven. His mother visits from time to time but Dmitri never sees his father nor Petra anymore. While he has kept his slate clean(ish) upon coming here, rumors followed him. Fortunately they haven’t interfered in him getting into baseball, even if his swing isn’t what it used to be. Getting the shit beaten out of you will be detrimental to your physical condition.

Dmitri still has the slightly bent metal bat he used that night. Little does he realize that he’ll be using that soon.

OTHER:
❏ Hex Code: #800000
❏ Dmitri is classically trained in dance. Don’t ask. His mother thought him and Petra would be cute in a siblings dance competition when they were younger.
❏ Dmitri is a bit of a voyeur. He has no problem being half-naked to fully naked in front of people, especially guys. He does refrain being entirely so in front of girls. Many just speculate it has to do with the oddness of locker rooms.
❏ His cellphone has a cute little bear token attached to the end of it. He says it is from his sister. He says.



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So begins...

Dmitri Kinoshita's Story

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The dawn had nothing on Dmitri. He was up before his alarm, and already doing laps through the neighborhood he lived in. It was right on the cusp of the slums. So, on occasion a froth of garbage leaked from it and into his morning routine. This morning a dog had chased him around an entire block. Surprisingly enough, it added it a bit of ‘oomph’ to his usual regimen—that and a lot of expletives.
Curse word. Curse word. Curse word. “…that dog come from?” Dmitri asked no one in particular as he climbed the stairs to his squashed apartment. He ducked as he entered. The Japanese boy wasn’t that tall. It was just that these apartments seemed to be created for school girls, midgets, or maybe midget school girls. That was only exemplified by how cramped the shower was. If he dropped his soap, it just stayed down there until he could get out and bend over to retrieve it. His kitchenette consisted of a mini-fridge, something like looked like a Bunsen burner, and a sink constantly went ‘drip drip drip you will go insane drip.’ Also his living room was his bedroom—the futon served as a couch and a bed. While Dmitri had never enjoyed the lap of luxury, at least his family’s house had numerous rooms and enough headspace that he didn’t nearly blind himself on a daily basis. But whatever funds his father could allocate for him went into this shanty, and obviously it wasn’t a lot. Though Dmitri was sure that his father could give a bit more.

Dmitri’s alarm blared at that moment. He quickly dried his hair off and grabbed his school uniform from the closet. Most of his clothes existed in small piles of ‘shit mountains’ here and there, except for his uniform. He had gotten a few slaps on the wrist because it had been as crumpled as a paper bag. They didn’t seem to mind that he failed to tie his tie, or that he tucked his slacks into his boots on a daily basis. Maybe they assumed it was his form of expression. Or maybe they assumed Dmitri would snap and rage through the hallways breaking faces. As much as he didn’t want rumors of his past to propagate, sometimes they came in use.
He rammed his baseball equipment into his bag and threw it over his shoulder along with his school bag. “Just one more shit year,” he told himself. Dmitri then tucked his unruly black hair into his cap and slid his headphones over his ears.

Dmitri wouldn’t even take the damn monorail if there was an easier way to get to the school. Unfortunately there was not. He always ended up taking an entire set of seats to himself—trying to catch up on the sleep he lost earlier. Of course he heard the slurs thrown his way about how he took up a row. He responded with his favorite finger.
The Academy loomed over him, one of the many fingers of the city that reached towards the sky. New Haven probably would never have been established had The Darkness not consumed Northern Japan. Dmitri would probably not be here if it wasn’t for that either. The Darkness had cast a nasty shadow over the entirety Japan. People were escaping the inevitably of it through viler and viler means.
The monorail sign flashed and drew him out of his dark thoughts. Right. No time to reminisce. Even if he did every day.

On his way out, Dmitri probably hit more than one student with his oddly disproportionately large bag. “Sorry,” Dmitri would say. “That you are in my way.”
The fight with his locker would prove that the struggle was real for anyone in an extracurricular activity. Many students were privy to him kicking his bag into the nook for a few minutes until he could get it closed well enough. Somewhere in all of that he forgot to change shoes and take off his hat.

As he made his way into the Academy, Dmitri may have taken a bit too much joy hopping over the maintenance bots. They beeped aggressively at him. Probably a proximity warning. He high-fived a few of the other baseball players, and participated in the daily heckling ritual.
“Well maybe if your pitching didn’t suck Kosuke,” Dmitri would open with. There would be an exchange of insults before he realized he was going to be late for homeroom if he didn’t high step it.
Before it was all over Dmitri ran through a few people’s vidscreens. The blue and white of the pixels nearly blinded him. He swatted it away like gnats, which completely destroyed the users’ display. He didn’t have time to stop and apologize, not that he really wanted too.
More of his favorite finger followed that.

Inevitably he slid into homeroom to find it mostly deserted. Dmitri rolled his eyes. All that rushing was for nothing. He threw his bag over the back of the chair and sat with a bored ‘plop.’ When he placed his feet on top of the desk he realized that he had failed to change shoes. Who gave a shit anyway, he thought. He would just tuck his legs underneath the desk before class started.
The Norwegian chick was there, Ker-indigestion-something. Then two of the Japanese kids. The skeevy kid with blue hair, Hir-ccup. And then Miss Prissy, at least that is what Dmitri internalized her as, Sake-o. He really needed to start remembering his classmate’s names. Eh, probably not.
Dmitri didn't say anything. He ignored the formal greeting all together. What was the point? This wasn’t a business meeting. His tie wasn’t even tied. And these people sure as hell weren't his friends.

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Character Portrait: Saiko Kibashi Character Portrait: Hiruka Sorayuki Character Portrait: Kjerstin Lindholm Character Portrait: Willow Haven Character Portrait: Kadia Nagata Character Portrait: Dmitri Kinoshita Character Portrait: Jido A. Shiko
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INITIATING BOOT-UP DRIVE

//Verifying OSID… ACCESS GRANTED
//CONFIRMED ID: AEGIS 4.0 - MODEL #1 - JIDO SHIKO
//CHECKING CIRCULATORY SYSTEMS: CHECK //REWARMING FLUIDS: CHECK //EPIDERMIS PIGMENTATION: CHECK //PERSONA DRIVER: CHECK
//INITIATING WAKEUP PROCESS… 56%


The pinwheel revolved in Jido’s retinas; he laid there aimlessly, watching the numbers slowly increase until the process was complete. His eyes dilated and blinked a few times, just to check their operational status. The android’s neck pivoted to view his surroundings. He was resting on top of white bed sheets, his limbs frozen rigidly in place and his back straightened on a streamline axis. ”And… lean forward.” As if he acted upon audible command, the student sat up and glanced down at his chest. At the moment, a black chord was embedded in his opened chest cavity, while the cover which protected his internal circuitry was hanging outward on its hinges. His integrity was an amalgamation of flashing LED lights, rotating gears and silent circuits, all centered around one central port. Said port was currently occupied by the transporter of electricity, which was currently lodged firmly inside of him. With a single motion, he gracefully yanked the power chord out and let it fall with a thump on his sheets.

”Oh, I have school today. It’s Monday, right?” Doubt and unsurety lingered in his voice. He had been asleep for the entire weekend, after all. Jido had gone through a process which he upheld on a monthly basis, a way of charging his internal battery. Since it does seem strange for a student to go complete off the radar for two days, he commonly refers to the timespan as ’that time of the month.’ His friends are left in such disbelief and awe, that they are unable to formulate a response and simply skip onto another subject. The android’s joints still felt stiff, he had to go through a few exercises before finally feeling fully awake.

Jido pressed the chest compartment back into place then quickly dressed himself. After slipping on his jacket and straightening his tie, he briskly walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. The robot and his guardian were lucky to live in a decent house. It was the government’s way of thanking the remaining members of the company which produced the Aegis 3.0 Assembly Line. The fleet of animatronics prolonged the events of the disaster, even though it was only by a little, they still bought the fleeing upper class some time. They were only able to transport his creator’s lab assistant and himself, and now they both lived in the ‘better’ part of New Haven. It was on par with what used to be classified as middle class. But now, it was considered to be a privilege to thrive in such arrangements.

The second floor consisted of a kitchen and a living room, connected by an open hallway which leads to the entrance. The android stopped by the kitchen first and was greeted by his guardian. The middle-aged man was sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of newly brewed coffee. ”Ohayo, Sir.” Jido fluently bowed then treated himself to some of the beverage. ”Ello, Jido. You better hurry up, and make sure your cavity is properly locked. Wouldn’t want your chest to unhinge in the middle of class, now would we? I’m sure some of your friends would leak themselves on the spot.” The man chuckled then took a sip, while indulging himself with that day’s newspaper. Jido let out a sigh at the man’s pun, but anxiety kicked in and forced him to double-check his cavity. After crafting himself a basic grilled cheese sandwich, he proceeded outside of the door with his satchel hanging on his shoulder. ”Oh, and remember to verify you cache later today. Haven’t done that for a while, right?” Jido shrugged and took a bite from his creation, ”Will do.” The man raised an eyebrow at the boy, ”Your fly’s undone.”

”No it’s not!”

"I see your pigmentation drive is fully operational. Voice is a little high there, though. Might want to recheck your pubescence emulation system."





Jido had arrived at the station, breathing heavily as he gasped for breath. ”Damn axels… He muttered to himself while attempting to circulate oxygen through his mechanical imitation of lungs. The android had already finished his meal on the way, but a hand was still tightly wrapped around a coffee cup. Unfortunately, the monorail was pulling away just as he set foot on the platform. ”Guess I’ll have to wait until the next ra-”

“GOTT VERDAMMT!

The android cocked his head and swiveled towards the shout. His eyes rested on another student in the same uniform as himself, who was also in the same state of unrest. ”She missed the monorail as well. Oh well.” The android glanced at the expression of the other surrounding humans. It was amazing how none of them suspected of his origins. He had to hand it to his creator, that woman was as brilliant as she was elegant. But at this point, she was presumed dead. She was no longer a directive in his life, only a mere figment of the past. He was programmed to go through life at a brisk pace, remain on par with human beings and sink into their endless crowds. It was a subtle and leisurely existence for an android, at least he wasn’t forced into decimation like his brethren. The student simply took timed sips of his beverage while waiting for the next scheduled transport to arrive. As the next monorail came to a screeching halt, its doors slid open to give leeway for the flow of commoners. Jido remained standing and hung tightly to one of the ceiling grips. Civilians shuffled and bustled around, trying to make as much room as possible in the clumped car. It was thanks to pinpoint calculations of the laws of gravity and motion that the automaton’s beverage didn’t spill on anybody. He could only grunt and keep a stoic complexure as he felt his personal space be intruded upon. ”...Too many chests rubbing against my back right now. Just stay calm. Think of tomorrow. Yada… yada… This is why I hate the late rail.”

After finally arriving on campus, Jido briskly paced his way to his building. He let his chest expand, now that he had been given his own breathing room. ”That was a hassle. A painful one at that. Welp, time for classes.” With a few tactful weaves of the hallways, he ended up at his classroom door. ”And I made it on time. Nice.” Jido eased the sliding doors open, then advanced into the classroom. ”Ohayo. Robocop is in the classroom.” Such a title was truly ironic, since it was only coined due to his calm nature. His friends knew nothing of his robotic origins. ”Sorry about being unreachable over the weekend. It was… that time of the month again. I had to lay down a lot.” And he said all of this with an unbroken facade. Not even his lips quivered in temptation to make an expression. ”Sorry Lindholm-san, didn’t get to finish that book yet. You know, the one about Japanese deities? Kinda interesting how creative people were back then. I will do so this weekend. I’ll return it to you shortly.” He slung his satchel over the back of his desk seat, then plopped himself down comfortably. Four members were already present. The titan of a student known as Hiruka, the clumsy Saiko, the super jock Dmitri, and the easily flustered Kjerstin. The extents to which he was affiliated with them varied. For the most part, he was on good terms. ”I believe Nagata-san and the rest of our class should be arriving soon. Who knows, maybe we got some new students?"

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Character Portrait: Saiko Kibashi Character Portrait: Hiruka Sorayuki Character Portrait: Kjerstin Lindholm Character Portrait: Willow Haven Character Portrait: Kadia Nagata Character Portrait: Dmitri Kinoshita Character Portrait: Jido A. Shiko
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Distrust evident in her eyes Kaida clung tighter to her sisters hand. She didn't trust this new man at all. Rich as he might be, they didn't need him. Kaida was perfectly capable of taking care if both her sister and mother.

Her mother sent her a pleading look as they walked about the house. Well, most of them anyway. Tessa was sat in her wheelchair while that man pushed her around. She looked intrested as he pointed to diffrent places around them but Kaida didn't hear a word of it. Taking note of her mother's gaze she just squeezed her sisters hand as the continued.

'You'll love it here kids. It's exciting and there's so much to do. You see, New Haven is-' The man talked on and on but now Kaida was just focused on the sights. It really was diffrent then their old home. Roomier, cleaner, and much much less smelly.

Kaida supposed this place would be the best for her sister to grow up in. It would be so much easier for her to get around and the doctors had to be great.

Yes. Kaida would live here despite the man also being present. She'd do it for her sister.




'I told you. I can't go.'

Kaida let out a moan and sunk dramatically to the floor. 'But Tessaaaaa. I can push you. Or carry you. I'll do your work, please just don't make me go to school alone!' She was now on her knees at the foot of her sister bed. Kaida had been begging for an hour to no avail.

Her sister sighed. 'Kaida.' She said quietly. 'I can't go to school anymore. It was fine when I just couldn't walk but now I can barely sit up on my own. I wouldn't make it.' With a bit of a struggle she patted her sisters head. It was clear this conversation was over.

Kaida let her head fall limp on defeat. 'Fine. But you have to help me with my work. You're the smart one here.' Tessa giggled, and nodded.

Kaida spent the next few minutes hunting for her school uniform. She normally wouldn't bother but Tessa insisted she looked good for today. After about ten minutes and some silent curse words Kaida was dressed in a semi-presentable way.

'Later sis! I'll see you when I get home.' With a kiss placed on Tessa's forehead Kaida was ready to go. She didn't bother going into her mom's room. She and Giro would still be asleep. They normally didn't wake up until Tessa called them.

Kaida reached the monorail just as the doors started to close. With a flying leap she lurched forward and entered the car just as the doors slammed behind her. A few people gave her a glare but Kaida just leaned against the wall. The thoughts of others was something she didn't need to worry about at the moment.

Reaching the campus Kaida was the first out. She continued in a slow pace towards her class, not really wanting to get here now that it was so close. Still she reached it soon enough. Kaida stood outside her classroom, staring at the door. She really, really did not want to walk in that door.

But she had promised Tessa and Kaida never broke a promise to her sister. Taking a deep breath she mentally prepared herself and opened the door.

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Sitting at his table, Hiruka just quietly sat with his chin in his palm while gazing outside of the windows, waiting for his classmate to arrive. Although he got along quite well with the others, there's only a person who he's dying to meet everyday when he got to school. And of course, that person is no one other than his best friend, now also his crush, Kyoru. He let out a sigh. Must be sleeping in again, that's so him. He thought than turned his head back and watched as the cloud slowly drifted on the blue sky. From their class's aptitude, there's nothing that they could see other than clouds and sky anyway.

As time passed by, his classmates arrived one by one. The first one was Kjerstin, the Norwegian girl. She's always been a hard-working person but somehow she seemed a little bit quiet. But Hiruka and the girl was in good terms, even though they're not that close. She's quite intelligent too and sometimes she can be, well, easily flustered. As she walked in, she whispered something that Hiruka didn't really catch, but he guessed that she was saying hello to him and Saiko. She went straight to her seat and settled down quietly.

A while later, another person arrived. Hiruka can already guessed who is it before they enter the room. Dmitri... That guy has never really got along with the rest of the class though. Hiruka has tried to scrap up some conversation with him before but all he received were some annoying yells. Though, that wasn't seem to bother Hiruka much. He shrugged as Dmitri just barged into his seat while putting his legs onto of the table, and that is when he realized that the guy didn't change shoes before entering class. Hiruka let out a quiet sigh. Oh well, he's just a typical don't-mess-with-me guy. The class won't be that colorful if there aren't any guys like him.

And, there's come another person. As the door slide, an oaky hair poked in and then an average-height boy walked in. ”Ohayo. Robocop is in the classroom.” Jido greeted. Sometimes, Hiruka did wonder why did they nickname him like that. Maybe because he was always been a calm person? He just quietly shook his head then looked on and gave the boy a smile as Jido made his way into his seat which is right in front of Hiruka's, "Ohayo, Jido-san."

”Sorry about being unreachable over the weekend. It was… that time of the month again. I had to lay down a lot.” He said with a blank expression. Yeah, the guy has always been nowhere to be seen during the time that he called "that time of the month" in a monthly routine. Hiruka wondered why did Jido always seemed to have vanished from the face of the Earth during those two days and where did he disappear to. What is even stranger is that the boy always gone missing on weekends, not weekdays.

Hiruka shrugged and stop thinking about it. Everyone has their own secrets and Hiruka absolutely have no intention to be curious about them. "I was thinking about hanging out at a new karaoke place I've just found out with Kyoru-kun back then and I intended to invite you too. But you was being unreachable during the last weekends so... yeah. Maybe next time we could go together?" Hiruka smiled. Despite that Jido was kinda odd sometimes, he was a really good friend. ”I believe Nagata-san and the rest of our class should be arriving soon. Who knows, maybe we got some new students?" Jido spoke.

"Kaida-san should be here soon. And yeah, hopefully there will be some new students today. I've heard that there was going to be a batch of them so I wouldn't surprise if we're going to have a new friend or two." Hiruka replied. He then leaned his back onto his chair as he put on his headphones while waiting until the all of his classmates to arrive.

As he set his eyes outside of the window again, his thought drifted along with the clouds. He was thinking about what would he do after he finished high school. Should he continue with college? Just the money that they sent him every month combined with his wages at several places that he works at are already more than enough to scrap up a living for him already. But he has always been fond of technology and computers, so perhaps he could follow that major? He couldn't decide just yet. He gave a quick glance around his class. Come to think of it, now that I realized I'm really a giant.

Well yeah, both him and Kyoru were the taller than any of their classmates. Some of the girls even nicknamed them the Double Tower of their class. It's nothing really to be proud of, but it was nice having people looking up to you, right? As time passed by, more students arrived and the classroom was getting crowded. And finally, his best friend arrived.

Just seeing him can already make Hiruka's face got reddened a bit already. Kyoru was smiling brightly while greeting his classmates. Hiruka's heart almost skipped a beat at the scene. "Ohayo, Hiruka-kun." Kyoru smiled to his friend while went to his seat, which is right next to Hiruka's.

"Y... Yeah, ohayo..." Hiruka spoke with a smile, trying to be as normal as he could. Both of them then chat to each other about all stuffs like they always did. And Hiruka couldn't feel happier. With that said, the time went by until all of the students and their head teacher arrived, marking the beginning of today's session.

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Quite honestly he hadn’t thought about his past ever since he arrived at New Haven. What was the point of dwelling on the past when the future looked just as bleak? Nehemiah sighed with an unamused expression as he watched the TV in front of him blare on about destruction and chaos. Was there anything else the news could report on besides the negative? He was going to be late for school that much was apparent as the time clicked away without him making a single move to get ready. Finally a knock jarred Nehemiah from his thoughts and he glared at the door.

“Yes?” he responded.

“You’re going to be late for school Miho,” a female voice as gentle as the voice of an angel came from beyond the door. “Besides, it’s the beginning of a new year at the Academy.”

“Don’t remind me,” Nehemiah retorted as he pushed up in the bed into a sitting position. “The thought alone is why I’m still in bed.”

“Nehemiah Namikawa, get out of that bed this instant!” his mother warned as she knocked one last time, “you have fifteen minutes.”

Nehemiah could hear her footsteps as she made her way down the corridor and into the kitchen. As much as he loathed going to school, he knew his uncle would want him to better his education and go to college. This pathway was simple to accomplish, but it’s easier said than done. If it isn’t one thing with the teachers at the Academy, it’s another with the various cliques and awful excuses for human beings that attend the school. His friends had all dispersed after past events. Some went to America, some went to the UK and some just moved to different parts of Asia too far to remain in contact. Even online communication wasn’t enough to keep them all together. One by one they dropped off the radar until only a select few remained. Nehemiah sometimes wondered if it was worth the hassle to make new friends. It irritated him that there were so many missed opportunities, but he wasn’t even sure if he was ready for more relationships to form. Sliding into the shower, he let the warm liquid ease his troubled mind, and when the bathroom was filled with steam, he made his exit. Towel dried and ready to go, he partook of the chore known as getting dressed. One by one he pulled on a piece to his outfit, and when he was done with that, he began to accessorize. A necklace around his neck, a bracelet to add attention to his perfectly manicured hands, it was all meant to show that he was a guy just like any other guy but his facial features betrayed what he was going for.

The ride to the Academy was a peaceful one. Nehemiah sat on the monorail with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He was blissfully aware of his surroundings but he didn’t care in the slightest. The bell dinged signaling that his stop was next. Gazing out of a nearby window his mind began to delve into the world of divination. It was scary when his mind decided to wander into the future of others around him. This time it was no different. He sensed death, darkness; it all came rushing at once. The stench was unbelievable and as the monorail rolled up to his stop, Nehemiah scrambled to get off before puking on the lovely marble that supported his feet. On lookers seemed worried for him, one even managing to touch his shoulder and ask if he was alright.

“I’m fine,” he replied panting slightly. He would be fine. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. He was afraid to tell anyone. He didn’t know what this was, or how to control it, or if it was controllable. He didn’t have time to worry about it though as the clock was ticking and he’d be late soon if he didn’t arrive at the Academy.

Putting himself back together, he hurried off towards the Academy. Passing familiar faces, he smiled and waved and as he neared the famed steps of the Academy, he couldn’t help but wonder what this year would hold.

“Hi Neho,” a familiar voice rang out as Nehemiah turned just in time to be tackled with a hug by a overly exuberant young girl. Nehemiah laughed softly before pulling the girl off of him realizing her to be one of his friends that moved away.

“Mia, what are you doing here?” Nehemiah asked in surprise.

“Well you see my dad moved back while my mom stayed in California, so I had a choice to make and it wasn’t easy. Dad was called back on assignment,” Mia replied still with a unnerving grin on her face.

“Guess that means you’re back for a while huh?” Nehemiah replied as the conversation began. The two talked for a while, walking down the hall and entering the Academy. The conversation lasted the entire walk until Nehemiah had to go to class.

“Catch you later Mia,” Nehemiah said giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek before entering the classroom and finding his table.