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Misaki Creek Academy| An All Boys Academy

Misaki Creek Academy

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a part of Misaki Creek Academy| An All Boys Academy, by Stark Contrast.

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Renard Fontaine [10] "One day at a time..."
Haruko Yuomi [9] Haruko, or Uko for short, is a quiet fifteen year-old student at Misaki Creek Academy
Luka Sakurazaki [8] "I am absolutely not anyone's uke. Don't suggest it again!" The badboy Seke.
Victor D. Knight [7] "A tiger doesn't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep."
Ryuu Satoru [4] Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus
Ro Kaizer [4] Just chill....alright?
Aoi Tsukishi [4] A half-american-half-japanese teacher with a cheerful facade hiding his true natures.
Eren Leonhart [2] "Hard work beats talent, when talent won't work hard."
Haruka Miyamoto [2] "Sempai?? Why does everyone insist on calling me that?"

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Court Yard


The long haired student stood rather stoically outside the courtyard of the Academy, pulling his hair back for the occasion, and making sure his uniform was proper and prim. It was his duty to greet new and returning students to the school, as would many other renowned Seniors around campus, at the school's several different entrances. His was particularly the one where most of the student would be delivered or arrive. His hand would meet and shake that of many different students, and he was surprised by how many foreigners would come to walk these steps, he would never really found out how prestigious and alluring the school was until his Sophomore year, when they sought out to build extra space for the oncoming surge of students. Plus, the school was rather young compared to the older more Japanese centric schools around, he would know since he typically lived closer to those, but felt isolated from the locals, it was a tight knit community, and that was to be expected. Anyhow, it didn't effect the proceedings going in the courtyard, already students were wandering about, wondering why this tall, stoic looking young man was simply standing at the gate's entrance, that is until a worried, and shy freshmen approached him, and it was obvious it was a freshmen by his demeanor. His voice came across as deep, but pleasing to the ears, once he spoke to the boy. "May I help you?"

The young boy sort of paused for a moment as if he forgot why he was there in the first place, and then showed Haruka his schedule. "W-where should I go first" Haruka peered closer at the piece of parchment. "There's no need to worry about your classes today, we'll just be getting acquainted with our dorm mates, and get familiar with the school layout. The ideal place to be would be the Cafe, that way you can get a meal and wait for further announcements from administration. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this first day!" he touted the last part of the sentence with a bit of excitement in his voice, which was absent from the rest of it. He was starting to become more like a receptionist the more and more he was assigned to this job since instructions were fairly easy. He wondered if this year would provide any new meaning to him, the other years had been filled with students lauding him as always, people looking up to him, becoming an exemplar role model and such, he only found that he wanted none of it, but wouldn't be able to escape it's crutch for the simple fact that he couldn't bear to see another person disappointing in him. He would wonder as he continued to greet freshmen, if that could hopefully change this year.





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Teacher's Lounge


Crossed legs, and a cup of caffeine in his hand, Alphonse was getting a bit impatient waiting for the day to commence, he wouldn't even be teacher today, simply greeting, and getting to know his students, but he was an excitable sort who often suffered from anxiety whenever these events came along. It was his second year teaching here, and he was starting to think he wouldn't dare go and out and find another job even if the pay somehow turned out to be shit (and it certainly wasn't). He sat in one of the comfortable cushioned sofas in the Teacher's Lounge, having already had about 3 cups of coffee, he decided enough was enough when he found himself slightly jittery, and he wasn't normally a coffee drinker by any means. He was waiting for his other colleagues, particularly the ones he made good enough friends with, Tsukishi and Fontaine being among them. He'd finally have people to disperse all this excitement within in towards, but he wondered if such a thing would annoy someone so early in the morning. Not many people were used to excitable types like himself, but he was able to make it seem like he wasn't excited at all. Maybe he should be some cool, suave professional like some of the students painted out some of the teachers to be, but alas, he was one of the few who never exactly regarded as such, nonetheless people saw him as wholesome, fun teacher, and that was all that really mattered to him.

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"It is absurb to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious." ~ Oscar Wilde

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"Mmmm..."


Tucked very comfortably, far far away in one of the blindingly baby blue restrooms of the academy stood the figure of a narrow-hipped spitfire. The spitfire of a boy had arrived early for two reasons: one to poke around on the new pianos before anyone else got to- and then afterwards for another more embarrassing purpose- the purpose of getting prepared. Victor was a clumsy dresser. So far, the German had spent a total of twenty-three minutes fixing his damned uniform, and he hadn't finished yet- the pale-skinned man peered into the mirror before him, this truly was a process to no end. Terribly small hips pressed against the marbled counter while dull green eyes narrowed with a new found annoyance. All the while long careful fingers found their way threaded through the collar of his new uniform, he'd done so well- he was on the very last button. Victor had always been rubbish at fixing his uniforms and he wasn't about to ask for help.

With a soft little grunt of an attempt to fasten thatgoddamedpieceofshit button--- Victor managed to instead pull the button free of it's thread instead. Victor spluttered and a soft "Oh, woops!" was free of his lips in an instant. Before he even had a chance to find the button, Victor heard the soft 'tinktinktink' as the button slithered down the sink to the world of the pipes- never to be seen again.

"Oh dear me." Victor uttered softly, rolling over so that his back was pressed to the counter "Oh dear oh dear me."

"Lost a button on the first day, you sir are a tart." Victor sputtered to his own relfection as though it really did matter- though it really didn't much to him. "S'pose it can't be helped." Victor wet his lips with a quick slick of the tongue and wedged a fresh cigarette between between them- taking care to light it and puff out a few forbidden smoke clouds as he pushed through the exit of the restroom. Nonono~ teachers liked to tell him, oh dear he could hear it now no smoking here sweet little darling Victor. Then he'd always always always answer with a heart-felt "Oh dear me, oh dear so very sorry- won't happen again-" The cigarettte would be thrown aside, only to be replaced with a new one mere moments later.

The white haired teen had his sleeves rolled up to reveal two pale arms as he sauntered a different direction towards the cafe, one of his hands was tucked in the pocket of his school uniform while the other was reached outwards and it traced along the walls as he walked, he moved his fingers in patterns as though he were playing piano notes on the walls. Since Victor's button had broken on his white collared shirt, it was slightly agape at the top to reveal a pale shapely neck. Victor sucked on his cigarette and exhaled his smoke everywhere- his own little mark on the school. Eventually, the white haired beauty found himself in the cafe- a place where a grouping had formed. The long haired youth chose to sit at his own table and cross his legs as plump lips toyed idly with the cigarette he'd probably be scolded at for having soon enough~

All the while Victor's hands were trembling like mad, he attempted to treat the table in front of him as an imaginary piano to stifle his trembling, but it was terribly obvious that he was in a bit of a state the poor fellow. The boy would have never ever admitted it, but--

he was nervous.

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Luka Sakurazaki



Luka never particularly cared for school, he liked to think he only went for the people rather than a education. Truthfully he did enjoy school just a small bit. He watched the new kids from a tree he had climbed in. Occasionally people he knew would pass by and make a comment like 'typical' or 'cutting already?'.

The truth was school was too easy. Since apparently he came off as some type of bad-boy people stereotyped him and thought he was failing. Not that he actually cared but his grades were pretty good.

Luka sighed, this was the time of school where you play those 'icebreaker' games that only makes things more awkward. He looked up at the sky, Why can't we just skip the whole ' first day' thing. We should just begin school like a regular day and bury the first day off in the year. By the time the embarrassing introduce yourself thing comes we'll already have our 'group' established and it'll just be hilarious.

Luka wouldn't tell anyone but he was actually a bit nervous at the prospects of new people. He already had enough people to criticize and judge him the last thing he needed were more people ruining any peace he had. Not that he didn't like talking, but any time he wanted peace people seemed to think it was necessary to make a comment about it saying he's ditching or something.

Luka reluctantly jumped down and headed towards the cafe. He was starved, besides he wanted to draw. Maybe a someone would let him draw him.

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A new job, a new country, a new school, a new life. Eren's mother had gotten a job transfer to Japan, so of course, Eren had to leave his friends and old life behind. Hey, at least a school with a dorm meant he could escape from his five older sisters for a while. The car came to a stop outside the school and Eren looked into the faces of complete strangers. The worst part about transfering to a new school was everybody in your year knew each other, but you had nobody.

Eren slipped out of the car and said thanks to his oldest sister, who had been willing to drive him. He waited until she drove away before approaching the school. It was much different than he had imagined, but it was still impressive. He took another moment to steel himself for expected onslaught of American jokes. Especially because he was from California. Its not like he hadn't heard them before, he had, a lot. They were getting old and repetitive though. He walked up to one of the students who had long hair and was standing outside the courtyard. "You look like you know what you're doing." He said in carefully pronounced Japanese that still held his American accent, "Are there classes today or we just getting used to the school?"

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Zeron Hichai






Zeron had practically lived at school. It was a sort of a sad existence, really. At least, that was how people who "knew" him saw it. But those that only met his eye every once in awhile, by accident? Or just didn't care? They thought he was just a nerd. That's probably why he decided to convince his rich-daddy to send him off to boarding school- might as well actually live at school. And there were definite bonuses, like it being an all boys school. Even if they were all straighter than a circle, he would still have 'em to look at. Though there didn't seem to be many people on campus yet, so instead he was content with staying in the Cafe, waiting for people to arrive. After awhile there was a steady flow of other students coming in, which he much enjoyed admiring, and which provided entertainment for him.

Unfortunately, there was little more for him to do than admire, for Zero knew but a phrase of Japanese- Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?

Born in France, his first language was French. In junior high he had learned English, how was he to know he was going to end up going to a stupid Japanese school? The only reason he had picked Misaki was for the curriculum, which was hopefully more challenging than his old school. And perhaps that decision had something to do with it being an all-boys academy. That didn't even seem to matter anymore though, considering he couldn't even talk to anyone there, which meant no flirting. Secretly, he was hoping that at least some of the kids there either knew French or English, it would make his life so much easier. Fortunately, the teachers seemed to all either know English, or were able to translate his papers into English- definitely helpful for someone who wouldn't know what they were teaching. He was also being required to take a language class that would help him learn Japanese.

It wasn't long after he noticed that he wasn't going to get any attention in the Cafe that he headed outside, pulling a dark grey hoodie over his torso and leaving the hood up. He went towards a courtyard type place, mostly attracted there by the huge tree. Once there and leaning against it, he dug around in his pockets for a cigarette before realizing he didn't have any. Groaning, he let his head fall back against the damp wood behind him as he made plans to get off of campus and to a store.


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Bottomless dark eyes in a pale face were reflected by the mirror, eyes that showed no emotions, just started blankly ahead as the boy fixed his hair for the last time. A slender hand ran through the dark locks to smooth them back. Even if he didn't really care for what the other students would think about him, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on his first day at the new school. Who knew whom he would meet afterall, maybe he could actually have some use for one or another.
Still, Haruko didn't hope for friendship, after all these years he knew better than to set himself up for what could only end in grave disappointment. So he would do with being respected and mostly left alone by his peers and concentrate only on his classes. Good grades were important afterall if one wanted to get somewhere in life.

A sigh escaped his lips and he steeled himself for the day before turning sharply on his heels and heading out of his room. On his way to the new school, Haruko couldn't help the nervousness that invaded his heart, hand becoming clammy and cold. "Don't be stupid!" he thought angrily, annoyed with himself for being so easily set off. "Nothing bad is going to happen today, so just keep your cool." Though he couldn't throw off the feeling of unease. People like him were often picked for bullying by those stronger and more confident and he prayed that it would not happen this time. With an almost physical shake, he brushed away these unwanted thoughts and continued on his way, just now noticing that he had stopped and people were already staring.

Finally, he could make out the large building of the Misaki Creek Academy and slowly walked on the campus, looking around uneasily. His keen eyes immediately spotted several students, mostly older than him, but then again that wasn't very surprising as he would be a first-year at this school. He sighed again, only another thing making him stand out, perfect...bloody perfect!
Staying away from the crowds, Haruko quickly made his was towards the cafe, hoping at least for a hot drink before he would have to meet the others.

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Ryuu Saturo


Another day, another year. His final one, at last! Ryuu rocked back on his chair with a smirk on his face, holding himself steady by grabbing the table. Although he didn't yet know what to do with his life after school, he just wanted to be done with it. Studying, homework, teachers (even if they could be quite cute) had been bothering him for long enough and it was time to be free again.
"You know that you still have a whole year in front of you?" his mother asked slyly and winked at him. Ryuu growled annoyed and glared slightly at her, not that he would ever be able to truely be mad at her. "Thanks for reminding me, mum." he sighed before throwing an impish grin at her. "The only thing that interests me is what kind of cute guys will be attending this year." Ryuu said cheekily, making his mother laugh softly, as she was wont.

"You should concentrate on your studies instead of such romantic drivel!" the stern voice of his father cut through the happy atmosphere in the room and his mother sighed."My grades are good enough, father." Ryuu stated coldly and this time the glare was real. He hated that his father could never seem to relax and leave off this subject. "I am just thinking of your future, son." the man said reproachfully. Of course he was, that was all he ever seemed to think about.
Shaking his head, Ryuu got up from the table and shouldered his bag. "I should be off now, don't want to be late, right dad?" he couldn't help but add and now it was his fathers turn to sigh. Ryuu pressed his lips to his mother's hair and nodded goodbye to his dad before slipping out of the house.

When he reached the school, his bright green eyes quickly spotted some of his classmates and he waved to them as he crossed the campus. Ryuu pulled out a cigarette and leaned against the wall next to the cafe entrance to smoke. He enhaled slowly, his eyes gliding over the people on the campus, checking out the boys one by one to see if anyone might catch his intrest.

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The smell of hot chocolate and fresh muffins filled his nose when Haruko stepped into the Cafe. It was tastefully decorated, for a school at least and the food that was offered looked quite delicious. How he would love to get a hot cup of chocolate, but the little pocket money he was allowed from the orphanage wouldn't last long if he spend it on treats like that. His violin would need new strings in the near future and he had been saving up for that occasion. And his violin was definitely more important to him than anything else, his most precious possession, the instrument his parents had gifted him with just before they died. It was one of the only things he had left from them.

Someone slammed into him from behind, cursing him for standing in the way, and pulled Haruko out of his musings. Apologizing softly, he made his way over to one of the empty tables by the window and took a seat. Outside, he could see more students arriving, some seemed to know each other already, others kept to themselves. An older boy was standing under a large tree, another one was smoking by the door of the Cafe.
Haruko's eyes turned back to the people in the Cafe, but most of them seemed to be occupied, so he pulled out his journal and stared to sketch a picture of the interior of the room. Not that he was actually paying much attention to it, but it was his way of calming down and he would have to be calm to make it through the day. People seemed able to almost smell weakness and he really did not want to take the role of the victim again. Because once you had taken this role, it was almost impossible to get rid of it.

Haruko ran a hand over his face, not noticing the coal he smeared onto his cheek, and sighed. Bad thoughts! He should try to be positive about his new school. The other boys were probably just as nervous as he was and would hopefully not notice his awkward behaviour. A bit calmer, Haruko tried to drown out all noise around him by focusing on his drawing.

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The sun gradually began to climb its way above the distant, blue horizon. The cool and refreshing morning was a perfect start for the first day back to school. Well, perfect for everyone except Aoi Tsukishi. The man had a hard enough time waking up before noon, let alone waking up in time to go to work. He knew that sleeping in would likely be a terrible idea, but he just could not will himself to get up.

That was until the alarm clock buzzer had gone off, steadily getting louder and louder until Aoi forced himself out of bed.
Roughly a half-an-hour later, Aoi finally had himself up right, unsteadily wobbling beside his bed. Groggily rubbing his weary eyes, Aoi began to prepare himself for the day. His preparations included stepping—and tripping—over objects that, to Aoi, had decided to plant themselves in his path; sluggishly changing into the only clean clothes in his apartment, and lightly patting down the tangled yellow mop he called hair. As ready as he was willing to make himself, Aoi slowly shoved open his door.

Leaving his small apartment behind and unlocking the doors to his car, Aoi wondered what would be in store for him in the days to come.

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Aoi, or Tsukishi-sensei to his students, arrived on campus later than usual, obviously taking his own time in getting to the academy. It was not as if they needed the teachers today anyway. There were no classes on the first day, so Aoi could arrive as late as he wanted to as long as he got to the school before the day ended.

Aoi definitely did not want to meet with the other teachers in the teacher's lounge. He rarely spoke with anyone, so he hardly knew any of the other teachers. Not to mention the fact that there was no smoking inside the school, and Aoi was really craving a cigarette right about now.

Aoi understood that the school had prohibited smoking inside the school and on the school grounds, but it was not entirely enforced. Therefore, Aoi could smoke with ease.

So Aoi took advantage of his current situation and decided to enjoy a cigarette in the courtyard. Away from all the viewing eyes of the new-arrivals, he relaxed.

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Zeron decided he hated people such as the two beside him now, chattering away and driving him completely insane. If it wasn't for the amount of cigarettes he had already smoked, and the calming effect it always had on him, he probably would have turned and said something to them by now, along the lines of telling them to shut up and to stop being so cheery. Happy people just bothered him- they obviously did not deserve to be happy, no one did. Happiness was just something made up, for weak people. Something for them to believe in. Zeron knew better though, knew that it was only made up, that no one could ever truly be happy. That was why he was content with being the way he was, sort of depressed he supposed, living with hatred for everyone around him. Even his "friends". Zeron was simply someone who loved himself so much that he had no love left for the rest.

Zeron didn't have a problem with love or happiness, per say. He had nothing against it, he believed people could be in love, he supposed. But he didn't believe he would ever be in love, didn't believe he could ever truly feel anything more than contempt and maybe slight amusement towards another person. Though the people that were in love, or were happy, those people he regarded even more negatively than those that were not. It made little sense logically, but made all the sense in the world to Zeron.

It was after he crushed his cigarette under the heel of his boot that he realized it was his last one. Though he was still leaned back against the tree in a relaxed manor, he was tense now, eyes searching the people surrounding him for someone who looked like a smoker. And hopefully could speak English. His eyes rested on a blonde, obviously too old to be a student. "Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?" Asked Zeron after he had approached the teacher, in broken Japanese that obviously showed he didn't speak it very well.



-- Zeron

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The wind gently blew against Aoi's messy, golden hair; making it look almost worse than it already did. Despite that, there was no problem.

Aoi stood motionless against the tree; silently enjoying the first cigarette of his day and engulfing himself in the smell of the smoke and tobacco. Standing under the large tree in peace and solitude...

Well, peace and solitude until a complete stranger had approached Aoi. He quickly examined the stranger who was talking to him; easily noticing that the young man standing before him was most likely a student and was definitely foreigner. Everything else, he had no idea. He immediately averted his sharp, yellow eyes away from the stranger's appealing face.

“たばこ?*” Aoi said, confused by the unfamiliar person who had just asked him for a cigarette. He assumed that the boy was a student, but then why would he be asking a teacher of all people for a cigarette? Well, it did not matter that much to him, anyway. He really did not care.

The young man’s thick foreign accent was easily detectable as he spoke. Aoi was almost certain that this kid probably couldn't even speak Japanese properly.

“あなたはタバコをすいたいですか?**「Do you speak English? 」” Aoi smiled lazily as he asked the boy in perfect, fluent English. An English teacher obviously had to know how to speak the language, after all. It was simple for him.

*A cigarette?
** Do you want a cigarette?

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It was another year, but who knows what this year holds. Every year it was the same in every school with the seniors leaving and freshmen coming in, even the occasional transfer student like himself coming in. The question was, was that he really didn’t know what to expect. So far in his life he was merely a leaf that went with the wind but never truly going down his own course unless guided by others. As to why, he either had no choice in the matter or he was simply not strong enough to oppose the change. It was most likely due to his lack of confidence in himself. It was what could be expected, seeing that he had spent the majority of his school life under his brothers’ study through elementary and then middle school, it was only in his sophomore year in High School that the shackles were finally broken so that he could fly.

His flight however was only temporary, since his father conveniently got a new job in Japan, causing the whole family to move over there. Just after Ro had begun opening more at school and making friends, becoming popular and all that, now he was back at ground level to start all over again in a school that didn’t even speak the same lingo. There was probably some, though it was probably handy that his parents got him a tutor to learn Japanese over the holidays which further restricted him over his summer holidays. Nothing went his way at all it seemed, so would this year be any different? Afterall, last year without his brother he had made friends and revealed what he was made of. Sure not all of it was great with his embarrassing relationship with Jackson Main, the guy in every girl’s dreams, seeing as he dated quite a few of them, if not all, only to then desire him.

Ro truly did not understand people sometimes, nor could he even understand himself. Though he was disappointed in leaving, it did give him a fresh start where he could forget about the whole Jackson affair. The bonus of being in an all-boys academy was that there was no girls which meant he was only to concentrate on work and playing now and then, the whole concept of love could be thrown out the window for now and thereby reduce the confusion as he now entered the school grounds and saw how big Misaki Creek was. He was expecting it to be big with it being an Academy and that you lived there which was also a bonus as he could be more independent and helped him get away from his brother and his not-so-caring parents, but he underestimated how big it truly was.

”Are you lost?” was the sound that came behind him. Turning around, Ro rested his eyes upon a slim and slender man who had just come out of his sleek and slender car. There was no way that the man was a student, for one he didn’t look young and two, how a student could afford such a car as he had. ”I am new here, I am just curious as to where I’m supposed to go. This place is massive!”, he exclaimed, looking around as he saw groups of students scattered here and there and having no idea where to start. Intimidation was not the word, and didn’t help that there were guys way taller and stronger out there too, it was like a jungle. Sure he was aware he’d be starting from scratch of having to meet people again but Misaki was enormous and a much bigger challenge than anticipated.

A thin smile spread across Renard’s face as the new student was no doubt bewildered by the grandeur that was this particular institute that had become a home to him. “If you believe the exterior is massive, wait till you see the interior...”, he responded with a playful tone. It was not his intention to scare the student even more, but highlight the reality of the situation, so he decided then to make amends, ”It is not as bad as it may seem in all honesty, you soon get used to it and then find yourself going to one area more than another. As for where you’re supposed to go, well anywhere really since today is for introductions, though the cafe is the best place which is where I’m going now if you follow me. My name is Renard Fontaine, Head of the Expressive Arts Department and Teacher for Art and Music, and you are?”.

Ro’s eyes widened as soon as the man spoke about the place being even more bigger and monstrous inside, not that they were the terms used by the man who was certainly learned, leaving him to suggest that he must be a teacher which he revealed. He suppressed his excitement as he usually does when Art is mentioned, seeing as such is what has kept him going year after year while he remained in his brothers’ shadow. However, Art is not exactly ‘guy’ material, hence why he preferred sport and why he excelled at such last year, even if it resulted catching the wrong kind of attention. He was secretly hoping for girls to be fan-girling him, not expecting the most popular guy in school who also worked as a model to be enthralled by him. “Ro, Ro Kaizer, third year”, he answered quite quickly and sounding like a computer almost.

It seemed that Ro wasn’t much the talker, though mostly his attitude was contributed by his nervousness, “Interesting...I would ask what has brought you to Misaki, but the most important part is that you are here and that you have time to settle in. From the looks of you...”, taking closer examination of Ro as Renard’s piercing eyes scanned him from top to bottom quite quickly, specifically taking note to his exposed chest that had caused by his neglect to do up the buttons, though no doubt such was his style, “...you seem like someone interested in sport, though I would suggest hiding your exposing area, the guys go bananas...”. Renard couldn’t help but have a little humour here and there when he can, it was not his fault that others gave him the opportunity, before easing the student’s mind, “am kidding...”, and locating Ryuu outside the cafe, unfortunately smoking but he’d let it go since he was outside.

“Ryuu, Ro....Ro, Ryuu”, as Renard introduced them both before turning to Ryuu, “Ro is a transfer student in third year, so seeing as you both have a common interest in sport, perhaps you can help get him acquainted with the place, or that cigarette is coming out your mouth”, not intending for it to be blackmail at all. If he wanted to smoke, then it was his choice as far as Renard is concerned, as long as it doesn’t disturb his work and right now his work included being responsible for the new year intake. Renard isn’t the strict or serious type unless it involves music or art, though he does see the need to show discipline now and then to show whose boss, though he tends to do such in a relaxed and laid-back manner as he was with Ryuu, since he was essentially passing Ro onto him so that he could continue on his route. Besides, passing new students onto other students would then help that get acquainted from a student perspective rather than a teacher who would only drum into their hand how wonderful music and art is.

Entering into the cafe, he looked around at the faces, some familiar and some new, the new ones perking up his interest as he walked casually round the tables like a ghost until his eyes was instantly lured in by a drawing from one of the new students it seemed. Smiling, he went up towards the counter, only for his eyes to rest upon Victor who was smoking, another cigarette and this time it was indoors which unfortunately bound him as a teacher to intervene, as two long fingers shaped as scissors, took hold of his cigarette and pulled out with a sigh coming from his mouth since it came from one of his students, that in itself caused him to be more concerned than these lovers of sport, not that he has anything against them. "Sie wissen, dass Sie nicht rauchen sollen, Victor [You know you shouldn't be smoking Victor]..... aber ich denke, die odd one würde nicht schaden [though I guess the odd one wouldn't hurt], he told him in German as he lifted the cigarette to his own mouth, before blowing out into the air and passing it back afterwards.

The students that tend to enjoy the lessons more are clearly the ones who love the class, Victor was one of these students, and of course if students enjoyed the class and produced wonderful work, then such students became Renard’s favourites, again such was the case with Victor so it truly was a shame that it was his last year. It was the same every year but it was the way the cookie crumbled. “I’ll be right back", he told him before walking up to the counter for 'teacher privilege' which was an awesome invention, "Two Hot Chocolates....actually make that Three", slapping down the change on the counter as he spotted Luka enter who was quite talented at drawing himself which he could recall from his Art classes, as he called, "Luka....Watashi o sanka shi ni kite kudasai [Please come join me]", as he took the three cups of hot chocolate onto the table where the unknown first year sat. He then passed one to an empty seat for Luka and then another to the first year, "Call it artist prerogative", he said with a smile, "What is it that you are drawing?", motioning Luka to look also, seeing that he was just about to pass on another student to another, as well as help the unknown first year get acquainted with one of his classmates. With no classes today, there wasn't alot that Renard could actually do.

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Haruko had been sketching a young man who was leaning lazily against the counter, drawing on a cigarette. The smoke was swirling up towards the ceiling, building a cloud around his head which made him look quite mysterious. Haruko loved mysteries and he especially loved to put them down on paper, so he was pleased to get the opportunity to draw the other boy. He himself never smoked, the smell alone made him want to curl into himself and choke on his breath. But it definitely looked very cool and impressive to see other boys smoke from afar. His tongue slipped out slightly in concentration as he focused his attention on the shading.

Haruko was pulled out of his thoughts by a man coming to and sitting down at his table and he looked up slightly confused. "Erm ..." he stopped when a cup of hot chocolate was passed to him and he sized up the man in front of him with a look of mixed surprised and suspicion. "Erm ... Thank you ... sensei?" Haruko wasn't quite sure if the man really was a teacher as he looked quite young, but he also seemed a bit too old to be a student, so he went for the safe choice. He really didn't want to start off on the wrong side with his teachers. "I ... erm..." How was he supposed to say that he had been drawing another student without sounding like a creep? "I was just sketching a bit..." he concluded, "I always do that when I'm nervous." Haruko smiled shyly at the older man. Suddenly he blushed slightly and shook his head in embarrassement. "I'm sorry, I'm Haruko Yuomi. First year." he quickly introduced himself.

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~"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."~ Charles Baudelaire


Victor felt flushed, and his sudden barrage of nerves prompted him to wonder if he was going to need to go dig around for his inhaler--- what a drag that would have been, that might have been a sight indeed, huffing a cigarette and then breaking to huff his inhaler oh the rich delicious irony.

Make us proud.

Victor's finger tapping stopped in one single instant once the cigarette was snagged from his mouth. The action had caught him off guard and it prompted a low grunt. A white-hotted fury bubbled up inside his stomach and threatened to erupt in the form of a string of mild obscenities; but when the fair skinned youth turned to see his favorite teacher Renard, his face calmed immediately into a pointed smirk. Renard was perhaps Victor's most favorite teacher there, one who spoke in familiar dialects and one who understood the passions of music.

Ahh, and then he was speaking German- Victor's trembling stopped like it had been a flame doused upon hearing his maiden tongue, it was more soothing to hear than what he might have admitted to the kind teacher- for he no longer clawed at his collar. "Sicherlich" (( Certainly )) Victor watched with feline-esque features- offering only a crooked little smile while the other took a quick drag. "Ein Schüler lernt vom Lehrer, nachdem alle." (( I guess a student learns from their teacher, after all. ))

When the teacher excused himself Victor nodded and immediately put the cigarette out; in all seriousness Victor respected Renard very much- and the request wasn't going to be ignored or tossed aside just because Renard had asked nicely and without threat. Victor envied the man's ability to connect so easily; he turned and watched the relaxed man as he played the role of perfect teacher man- matching the new shy ones with other new shy ones---

Victor turned back to himself, now that he could breath again he began whistling, slipping his arms into his jacket a little easier ( he must have lost weight ) after realizing that he'd felt a sudden chill; Victor knew that he would be allowed to wear his jacket seeing as they weren't doing anything pressingly academic at the very moment. The light haired youth flipped the fluffy white hood over his head and ceased whistling when he chose to be content with chewing on the end of his pen instead.

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Ryuu exhaled slowly, watching the smoke drift higher and higher into the cold morning air. More and more people were rushing to and fro on the campus and he felt as if life had sped up without him...or had he just slowed down? That was also quite possible, as sometimes Ryuu just lost track of time when he was thinking.

His hand lifted the cigarette to his mouth and he took another drag, feeling the tobacco itch at the back of his throat, but it was a pleasant feeling, one Ryuu had become quite used to in the past few years. His mother often complained about his smoking habits, telling him that it was dangerous and unhealthy, but he really didn't care. There were things much more dangerous to do afterall, like driving his motorbike, but his mother didn't argue with him about that, did she?

He chuckled darkly. His dear mother only wanted the best for him, he knew, but sometimes she could be a bit overbearing. Just like his father, only in a completely different way. Ryuu rolled his eyes. Soon he would be of age and then he would move out and get his own little flat somewhere in the city.

One of his teachers, sensei Fontaine, was walking in his direction, a young boy at his side. A new student probably, Ryuu thought and snorted. New students were always rather amusing, the way they were bumbling about, trying to fit in. Ryuu inclined his head in greeting to his teacher and then chuckled slightly at the threat. He'd love to see Renard take the cigarette from him, that might actually be amusing. But he wouldn't press his luck with his teacher's good spirit and instead raised his hand in a mock-salute. "Don't worry about the lad, I will take good care of him..." Ryuu threw a predatory smile at the younger boy and then smirked at his teacher.

Once the two of them were alone, Ryuu dropped the joking manner and turned his attention on Ro, sizing him up carefully. He did look rather athletic, so maybe he would be a good option to train with. "So ... do you smoke?" he asked him, holding out a package of cigarettes.

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Luka looked around, he knew most of the people and starting a conversation wouldn't be difficult truly he wanted to draw something. He'd alwaysved the beauty of the the sakura tree and wanted to draw someone underneath it. He couldn't ask just anybody due to the language barriers that were about to make him seriously upset.

"Luka." Luka knew the voice from memory and didn't need to turn, "Hai sensei? [Yes sensei?]". "Watashi o sanka shi ni kite kudasai.[Please come join me.]" His sensei said, the words flowing out his mouth easy instead of the broken Japanese that people tended to use. Although Luka knew his fair share of English he naturally preferred his own.

"Tashika ni, anata wa nani o shimashita....[Sure, what did you...]" Luka didn't finish the question before Fontaine-sensei had him seated at a table with a person who he guessed was new.

"Call it artist prerogative, what are you drawing?" Fontaine-sensei asked. Luka made a late transition into English and only caught the last part. He smirked at how nervous the person seemed, it was rather cute. But this could also be him stumbling on English. "I'm sorry, I'm Haruko Yuomi. First year." He apologized. "Luka, watashi wa-ada [Luka, I'm a-ah]." Luka realized that Haruko might not understand, "Luka. Third-year..... It's... ano........ nice to meet a fellow artist, Haruko-san." Luka hoped he didn't say something stupid, not that he wasn't confident, he just didn't want to be corrected. Ironic since that's something he likes in people.

He pulled out his drawing pad and searched for A empty page. He enjoyed drawing Fontaine-sensei, loving his body structure and eyes. But Haruko interested him now, he had drawn his sensei in various positions many times, Luka was almost excited about a new face to draw. He held out his pad and lifted a eyebrow, asking their permission to draw them. His new Kohai wasn't bad-looking at all, someone he wanted to add to his drawing pad. Along, of course, with his favorite sensei who may already be in there but still.

*ano is 'um' and signals him stumbling on he language, not nervousness.
*Kohai is a 'junior' at something.

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Haruko Yuomi


Haruko looked up when another person joined their table. It was a student, definitely older than him, quite tall with long hair and bright blue eyes. With the eye of an artist, he took in the stylish clothes, the way his hair was tied back and how smoothly he moved. To sum up, the other boy cut quite the impressive figure, Haruko thought and smiled slightly at him.

Luka, he introduced himself and started to say something else, but interupted himself to switch from Japanese to English, obviously thinking that Haruko might not understand him otherwise. He had already noticed that many students seemed to be more fluent in English than in Japanese, but having grown up in Tokio, that wasn't an issue for himself. Still, it was rather kind of Luka...

Haruko's smile widened and he quickly reassured the older boy that he was Japanese himself. No need to make Luca stumble through the English language after all. "Ohayou gozaimasu! Hajimemashite, Senpai. Anata wa, Nihon no hanashi o suru koto ga deki. [Good morning! Nice to meet you, Senpai. You can talk Japanese]" he said softly.

So Luca liked drawing as well? That were great news, many boys thought that art and music were subjects more suited for girls, but Haruko disagreed quite severely with that opinion. Both, art and music, were great ways to express yourself freely.
"Watashi wa geijutsu o aishi! [I love art!]" Haruko said, his grey eyes lightening up with excitement. Luka seemed to be quite nice to far in it would be good for Haruko to build up some confidence in other people if he wanted to be accepted at the new school.

With interest, he watched Luka pull out his own drawing pad. His eyes widened slightly when he realized that he wanted to draw him and he bit his lip nervously. Haruko wasn't really used to such attention, but he did not want to anger the older boy, so he quickly nodded in acquiescence before turning back to his new Sensei.

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For his first impression, it wasn't exactly planned for his first impression to be with a teacher and then being led by the teacher as if he was back in Elementary. Though it probably wasn't too bad, as it seemed Renard was much more open and friendly than other teachers he had come across, not even refraining from pulling the odd joke, even if one wasn't to his liking when he suggested how 'guys go bananas' from exposure of skin. Such only reminded him of last year, intending to please the girls, only to please a certain guy instead and now was in a school full of guys. Surely he should of learnt his lesson the first time to not keep his chest exposed partly, but such was the way he felt comfortable, such was the way he felt alive as the wind brushed against his skin. Image was a factor also as image is also a factor, hence why he wasn't open about his hidden art talents he had developed whilst being in his brothers' shadow, seeing as such is only meant for girls yet beside him was a fully grown man who seemed not afraid to say at all. He also seemed pretty smart to give him a glance to see what he was interested in which he automatically recognised as sport, thankfully those piercing eyes did not see right through him to recognise his other talent.

Thankfully there was not a chance to do so as they arrived outside the cafe where a tall guy with red hair was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. What was it with smoking in this school? recognised a few smokers when he first entered and now again. "Ryuu, Ro....Ro, Ryuu", as he was introduced to the older student which no doubt was in his final year if Renard was suggesting him to be his mentor when he asked Ryuu to guide him round and show him the ropes, only for Ryuu to respond with a wide smile that seemed more fearsome than friendly, "Don't worry about the lad, I will take good care of him...", which he truly hoped so, having already been teased by Renard as a teacher and now again. Maybe it was a bad idea to come dressed as he had, was something shouting 'tease him' inside their heads, nevertheless he felt vulnerable but then again, this was a whole new college in a whole new place in a school full of bigger guys, there was certainly intimidation but he wouldn't let it get to him.

Ro soon relaxed once Renard had gone, and it seemed Ryuu had to which was relief, "So...do you smoke?", holding the package to him. When presented with a chance to bond, how could he say 'no' as he took one and said honestly, "I don't smoke, at least not regularly", as he certainly would not want to make a habit of it, seeing the damages that smoking can do and how it would make things harder later down the line. "But I'll have one, thank you", taking one out the packet, holding between his fingers before motioning to him to light it since he didn't exactly bring a lighter with him. It was curious of course why he was so eager for acceptance, but of course the years under his brother had caused him to open up more with no wish to repeat his younger years.

It was not only that, but seemed Renard had identified Ryuu as a lover of sport too, so you couldn't go wrong with other active guys who loved sports as much as he did, probably more though the whole smoking thing raised questions, just as his exposure of skin since there was no girls to impress. An act of coolness of course, as smoking seems to be a popular thing and Ro couldn't deny how cool it made Ryuu look when he first approached him with an air of mystery as to what he might be like from the smoke-filled fog that was about him. "I'm guessing you're a senior here, so how do you find it? what's the sports teacher like?", as such would be important if his favourite subject would be enjoyable or not.


Renard Fontaine

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Renard liked to think that he was doing the right thing and that students enjoyed his classes, such was the contrary for his own lessons back when he was a young student, recalling the schoolmaster with a ruler and banging it against a desk or the board to get everyone's attention. He was not cool at all and made the whole learning experience a drag, but Renard felt that the whole experience was thrilling, even more so as a teacher than a student, hence his decision to become a teacher. As a student, you'd be widening your ideas, developing your skills and having many doors for you to walk through. As a teacher, you get to see such students grow throughout the four years and even beyond when past students keep in contact for how they are progressing. Renard was certainly proud, though of course he favoured the arts and music students over the others, a personal bias but who cares. Teachers claim they have no favourites when clearly they do.

For music, it just had to be Viktor with such talent that he had. As for Art, it had to be Luka though it seemed another wished to be in the running to start his day drawing, hence what had pulled Renard to the new student so quickly, rewarding him with a nice hot chocolate which from experience helped a great deal which he knew himself. "Erm...Thank you...sensei...I...erm...I was just sketching a bit...I always do that when I'm nervous...I'm sorry, I'm Haruko Yuomi. First year", as Haruko introduced himself, clearly evident that he was nervous, though hopefully his nerves will ease as he was sure he would with fellow lovers of art which was why he invited Luka as he might be more receptive to another student first.

Such seemed the case after Luka introduced himself as best as he could in English before asking permission to draw him, such making him smile, followed by Haruko's more confident response in Japanese, only for him to start shying away when Renard noticed him bite his lip when Luka expressed the desire to join him. "Wareware wa koko de geijutsu no ryōhō no aikō-kadesu. Luka wa hijō ni sainō ga aru to watashi wa kare ga anata ni yoku byōga suru subete no jishin o mo~tsu te. Dare ga korera no hi no kamera o hitsuyō to shimasu... [We are both lovers of art here. Luka is extremely talented and I have every confidence he will draw you well. Who needs cameras these days...]", offering a friendly smile, before turning to Luka and resting his hand on his shoulder, "Anata wa mado no soto ni aru mono no ōku o kyatchi suru koto ga dekimasunode, osoraku kono seki wa, yoriyoi sābisu o teikyō shimasu [Perhaps this seat will serve you better so you can catch more of what is outside the window]". Following this, he stood up from his seat and motioned Luka to sit where he had.

Now standing, he moved to Haruko's side, where he crouched down slightly to see his drawing, "Sore wa kanari inshō-teki sakuhindesu! [that is pretty impressive work!]", he praised, recognising such as Viktor on his table who he then glanced to. There was certainly room for improvement however, though for a first year it was a pretty good job, "Shikashi... [though...]" as he then took his pencil out of his suit pocket and begun adding the refined features of Viktor's face that he had been accustomed to for the last few years into Haruko's drawing. Offering a smile, "Anata ga watashi o hitsuyō to surunode, areba, watashi wa ōpundoaporishī o motte, o kigaru ni, watashi wa āto to ongaku o oshiete irunode, tsūjō no hyōjō geijutsu bumon de watashi o mitsukerudeshouga, watashi wa kyō urotsui sa remasunode, watashi wa jibun de o ai dekiru no o tanoshimini shite Ressun wa,node, watashi wa Luka no yūnōna te no naka ni anata o nokoshite shinakereba naranai. ... Yoi shigoto Luka o iji [I have an open door policy so if you ever need me, feel free, I'll be wandering around today though you will usually find me in the Expressive Arts department since I teach Art and Music, so I look forward to seeing you in my lessons, so I shall leave you in Luka's capable hands....keep up the good work Luka], giving a smile to Luka, before getting up and walking away.

With the transfer student in Ryuu's hands and the new student in Luka's hands, it was now time to return to his rounds, though as he told Victor that he would be back, back he was as he took the seat opposite him as Victor chewed on his pen. What he did notice that the cigarette was no longer present which was a good sign. Afterall, cigarettes lead to problems later on, and problems meant less time to express yourself, for such was as simple as that. In his hand was a hot chocolate that he had bought before, which he then took a sip of as the sweet taste ran down his gullet. Nice. "Ich habe wieder .... wie waren deine Ferien Victor? Sie freut sich auf den Begriff vor?...Ich kann nicht glauben, wie schnell Zeit wurde von fleeted ..... Kann ich dir einen Drink? [I have returned....how were your holidays Victor? you looking forward to the term ahead?...I cannot believe how quick time has fleeted by.....Can I get you a drink?]", seeing as this was Victor's final year, then he'd lose his favourite student, a shame, a real shame.

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CASIMIR

Casimir leaned lazily, cat-like, against the cafe's skylight. His cheek was pressed flush against the cool glass and he beat a finger against it at an allegro pace.
"Do you never look up?" he intoned softly, dramatically, glancing at the people below and painting them into his mind with reckless, broad strokes. A pale teen with long, white hair still wreathed in smoke and long pianist's fingers--Victor. He could see the senior boy's mouth moving animatedly to form the smooth and effortless syllables of what could only be German to the tall, black-haired teacher--Renard--beside him. He spotted at least two other boys attempting to capture the planes of the young German's face upon paper. He snorted. Victor would be a much missed model when he graduated.
He rolled so that his back rested against the slanted skylight and, finding that his hand grasped at air instead of solid wood, scrabbled, his hands skittering off of the glass. Nails creaked as they finally gained purchase on wood and snapped as he hauled himself back up. Casimir laughed.
He was caught up in a heady half-state between fatigue-induced drowsiness and self-induced adrenaline, far too gone to really care about a broken nail. He drew a ribbon--bright-red-and a good deal of shredded wrapping paper out of his pocket, allowing the latter to cascade down the edge in a shower of fragmented "Happy Birthday!"s, and wrapped it around the bleeding fingers. He hummed the accompanying song to himself as he did so, embellishing it with a bow and removing his cell phone from his pocket to catch a glance at his work as part of a larger whole.
A mixture of fatigue, jet lag, and, perhaps, a little too much wine over an upset that he'd rather not admit to even existing had stripped away his usual, composed glamour and left behind simple, stark Casimir. Shadows under his eyes made dark blue eyes teeter towards ink black in color and already pale skin was nearing transparent as the sunlight hit it and only served to emphasize his lack of sleep. Dark blonde hair splayed itself wildly against the pane of glass, intermingled with white dove feathers he'd deemed lovely at some point during the night and had decided to braid in.
A wide half-grin found its way onto his face, the right corner of his mouth pulling itself upward until the smile was nearing feral. Perfect. He turned his phone on, posed, one foot pressed against a support beam for balance and his injured right hand and its decoration carefully positioned beside his face, and snapped a photo. Another press of a button--sent.
He relaxed his pose and waited.
A ring.
"Voilà," Casimir murmured, still waiting.
A second ring. A third-
He picked up.
"Allô? Qui est là?" he asked oh-so-innocently.
A rough, growling voice met his ear from the other end of the line.
"Cut the crap out, Casi. You know who this is. Get the f*** off your school's roof."
"Seth? What a surprise," he said, smoothly transitioning into English, "I haven't seen you in, well-- I haven't seen you in exactly a year."
He examined the ribbon upon his fingers.
"I can't say much about the present either. The fire it made was very warm, though."
"Casi--you know we couldn't come to your birthday this year. Aurelie is busy with tests and I'm busy with the new baby in the family--and you expect us to fly all the way to f***ing France? We'll be there next year and Christmas. Promise."
A pause.
So that was it. A baby in the family. Not his family, the family. Well, if they weren't going to come to him willingly, he would simply pull them back towards him.
"Is Aurelie there right now?" he asked.
"Yes. You're on speaker. Now get off of the damn roof before you really break something."
He ignored him.
"Did you see how high it is from up here, Auri? What is it? 14 feet...15 feet? If you fell just the right way....on your back or on your head, let's say...well..." he crooned quietly, "well, you could die."
"Well, maybe," he sang softly, "may-be, may-bee~... I should jump."
There was a pause and, then, a sudden, shaky intake of breath and a string of profanities.
Casimir smirked. This, perhaps, would bring his friends back to him. He turned the phone off and returned it to his pocket.
Then, he laid his head against the glass and, finally, fell asleep.

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VIKTOR
~It's like a panic attack, you know, like I can't even breath.~

Viktor tucked his bottom lip under his top row of gleaming white teeth, he'd spotted the young man in the distance who had been drawing Viktor and for whatever reason it made Viktor smile, he waited until he caught Haruko's eye again before Viktor winked at Haruko, turning back to his own devices.

Viktor seemed startled when his favorite teacher sat back down in front of him, he'd been dreaming of scales and vibrato and had forgotten himself. Viktor's lips folded in a smile when his eyes caught Renard once more- hot chocolate wielded in hand. "There he is, always with de chocolate." Viktor had unintentionally spoken English, his German accent was so strong that Viktor himself heard it and turned a shade of pink, sometimes it was difficult to make the transition between the three languages, two of which he wasn't very good at. "I might think you were German with all de chocolates you eat."

"Mm." Viktor shifted a bit uncomfortably at the question. The long haired man would have loved a drink, but he felt sick with nerves and thought he might have to excuse himself for some air. "Nein-" Viktor rose a hand with a small smile and a shake of the head. "To be honest I am not feeling good." Viktor might have been more colorful with his vocabulary if he weren't speaking English, but his earlier mistake made him want to continue speaking it. The man wouldn't have been so open with anyone- "I feel as though I feeled-" He paused and scrunched his nose. "I feel as though I felt during the Junior recital." He corrected himself. "You remember, ja? De shakes and de heavy breathing- I would not have been able to continue without your help, you got my inhaler."

Viktor pressed both hands to the table at the question and smiled. "My holidays were good, thanks. I spent dem playing piano of course." His face softened. "I can only hope dat you found wonderful times during the holiday, ja?" All the while he fumbled with his buttonless collar, as though playing with it would help keep it closed or collected.

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Haruko Yuomi


Eagerly, Haruko listened to his new teacher and was filled with a strong sense of excitement to know that there were other artist to be found in this school. That would be good for him, as he wouldn't be the only one with such "girly" a hobby as drawing. Maybe over his drawing she might even build some friendships? That would be a nice change, he thought.
His eyes travelled over the people in the small cafe, as if he could make out who was like him just upon looking at them and his eyes widdened slightly when he caught the boy he had been drawing looking back at him. Haruko swallowed, worried that the other might have realized what he was doing and was now offended. Luckily that did not seem to be the case and the other smiled at him, so he relaxed again and smiled back slightly.

Haruko turned his eyes back to his teacher who was now standing next to him and was looking more closely at his drawing. He blushed slightly at the compliment and whispered "Arigatou gazaimasou, sensei." [Thank you, teacher] He bent back slightly, so Renard could access the drawing pat and make some additions to the face, which in return now looked much more realistic. Haruko looked up again to observe Victor and smiled back at his teacher. "Anata wa kanzen ni kare o hokaku. Watashi wa sudeni shitte iru watashi wa anata no kurasu o takusan aisurutoiukoto." [You captured him perfectly, Sir. I already know that I'm going to love your class a lot.] he said and nodded his goodbye politely.

Then he turned back to Luca and tried to sit still and relaxed. He had never been drawn before, so he really didn't know how to behave. Was he allowed to speak? To move? Or should he rather sit calmly and wait for the other boy to finish? Luca was his name and his teacher had said that he was very talented, maybe Haruko would be able to learn from him? But he didn't want to be a bother to the older boy. Whatever! he thought and decided to wait for instructions from him.