Homeroom Nonsense...Begin!

Suzu had found Che the minute they walked in. She had wanted to tell him about the new epee she had bought and planned to use for practice today. She was excited. No more using the school equipment. Unfortunately, her excitement was short-lived when her sister started complaining. Suzu rolled her eyes. For technically being the oldest, her twin certainly acted like a child.

"Aneki, you don't need me to escort you to the classroom," she pointed out. She turned back to continue her conversation with Che when Yuri continued her whining. "Ugh, alright. Che-kun, I'll see you at practice later." She waved and followed her sister into the classroom.

She felt a little bad. She knew why Yuri was tired. Suzu had been spending more and more time with her idol activities than at home. Yuri was picking up the slack with their siblings, but Suzu had found something she loved....and if she told Yuri...she sighed. Che had urged her to be honest with her family, but there was still that worry. Would they be angry with her? Fame had turned their mother into an absent part of their lives. Maybe she should skip work after practice and go straight home...but they'd been trying to land this TV spot for a while. Her Producer would freak if she ditched.

"Good morning, Kae-kun," she greeted Kae with a smile.

Kae shifted slightly at the growing atmosphere of the room, seemingly set off by the twins. Suzu's constant fidgeting and nervous looking around didn't feel quite right. She seemed... very preoccupied with something or other but it didn't seem like she was overly eager to talk about it. 

Yuri, on the other hand, just looked exhausted. Light circled under her eyes betrayed it clearly and Kae looked between the two sisters, brow creasing as he looked between them. They were both keeping something from each other... Yuri seemed to be falling apart at the seams by how tired she looked and Suzu clearly had something on her mind. 

He was quiet, dipping the biscuit stick in the vanilla dip and handing it to Yuri and then doing the same again and handing one to Suzu before taking one for himself. He was quiet for a minute, looking between the twins as they talked. Eventually when the conversation petered off he reached over to pat Yuri's head again.

"Hey Yu-Chan, if you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me, okay?"

"Ahhh okay," Yuri said nodding her head lightly. "I didn't know it was for Fencing." She commented before she heard Kae speaking to her. She smiled kindly at her friend. "I know; thank you, Kae-chan."

"Angel Wings?" That peeked her interest again, lifting her head up and smiled. "I personally like most of the songs. They're very different but very fun to listen to. We were listening to the album last night actually! I had Saboten and Hinagiku doing a little fashion show with me and we were playing their album." She told Suzu and Kae, bringing out her phone to show them a few pictures.

Hana opened the double doors of the opulent classroom and walked across to the teacher's desk, not particularly trying not to draw attention to himself but succeeding anyway. Years of social isolation combined with his generally unassuming attitude and unmemorable fashion sense contributed to his overall lack of presence. Again today he was decked out entirely in solid black, a personal favorite of his. He looked around at the current occupants of the room. Only three of his students were present: Min and the Murasaki twins. It was a larger fraction of class 1-C than one might think, to look at the grossly unnecessary multitude of desks and chairs in the room. The three of them were in the midst of their own conversation. Oh, he would be able to command their attention well enough when the time came, by breaking out his loud and clear "teacher voice". But for now, he was content to sit down, fix his gaze at nothing in particular, and engage in his favorite pre-class activity: listening in.

Not for any sort of interest in what they were talking about, though. They seemed to be talking about idols, and while Hana did harbor an inexplicable attachment to idols of the virtual persuasion, he was content to mostly ignore the real life industry for a number of reasons. What he was interested in was what he could learn about his students, just by listening to them talk. He often made a point of arriving at his classrooms as early as possible or staying late at the end of the day for the express purpose of listening to his students converse among themselves in their free time, and he had learned a great deal about them in doing so. Whether any of that information would be useful in creating his math lectures was a matter of random chance, but the practice with profiling in general certainly couldn't hurt.

Take Shiroyuri Murasaki, for instance. She was a sweet talker to whom giving compliments came easily, no doubt a byproduct of her serving as a member of the hostess club. Also, it was no secret she was short, but she did seem particularly self-conscious about her height. Hana could scarcely recall a day when she hadn't shown up to class in some kind of heels, for one thing. For another thing, the few times he had seen her in stocking or bare feet at the gym and such, he noticed she seemed to be patently paying more attention to keeping a straight posture; more so than necessary. Possibly more irritable as well, or maybe that was just his imagination. Certainly neither was the case now with her slumped over her desk, talking animatedly with her classmates despite looking hardly half-awake. He supposed she thanked her lucky stars that their Western mansion of a school building distinctly lacked a concept of "inside shoes".

If there was one thing that this girl was all about though, it was fashion. She talked about it quite often and was a member of the fashion club, which Hana thought was great that she had such an engaging hobby. However, she was extremely judgmental, evidently considering hers to be the final word on EVERYTHING FOREVER when it came to fashion. To the point where Hana didn't consider it a stretch to imagine her regarding someone whose dress didn't agree with her sensibilities the same way she might regard a homeless war orphan...or a serial killer. Well I, for one, don't care how good you think you dress; when you're my student in my class, the only thing that matters is how good you are at math, Hana thought to himself. He hadn't gathered a whole lot of data on her yet, but for the time being all indications were that math was...not her favorite subject, at least. Already he had spent some time considering ways he could help her excel in his class. He knew, for example, that careful use of the color pink could direct her attention effectively, and he had stocked up on pink pens and highlighters for grading her papers. He had also made a mental note to, when teaching equations, proofs, and the like, emphasize qualities she'd be likely to find aesthetically pleasing as a fashionista if he could hold her attention long enough for her to see them. The elegance of an algorithm here, the symmetry of an equation there...

He took a glance down at his trusty clipboard. Class 1-C's roster sheet was on the top of the stack, and Shiroyuri's name was marked with a trio of small diamonds. Hana was grateful he had been alone in the faculty office the first time he'd thought of Rarity in a certain My Little Pony episode and compared her to Shiroyuri. He could only imagine how she'd react if he ever dared to turn the "fashion show of math" into an actual class project.

Dominic wasn't very happy, although that hardly made much of a change from usual. Starting at new schools was hard, and it was difficult and it often required a greater level of effort than he was prepared to put in. Which, admittedly, was kind of low to start with. Especially starting school in a new country. Going to school in Canada had been hard enough and he honestly didn't see how going to school in Japan would be any different. Other than possibly having to translate every single sentence for his sister. He didn't know how good her Japanese was at this point. Either way, he didn't hold out much hope.

The meeting with the chairman and headmaster had taken such a long time, the chairman had seemed a bit too overly happy for Dominic's tastes. The headmaster had seemed a little more calm though. He was grateful for that. Now they'd been sent on their merry way to one of the classrooms. Apparently they were supposed to be in 1-C. Dominic didn't expect any less, they were new students and Japanese wasn't their first language, he'd been prepared to be in a low class. Hopefully next year he'd be moved up to B or maybe even A class. But then again, It didn't really matter.

He looked down at the map that was supposed to help them around the school and eventually they reached the classroom. The hallways were pretty much empty now, the bell having already rung when they were with the chairman. Looking over at Anna, he took the initiative for once and pulled open the door. However he wasn't quite ready for the sight that he found. 

Pink hair? Blue hair? Light brown? Was this class strictly reserved for main characters? When had he made the transition from the real world to an anime? Were they going to go and have lunch on the roof later or eat somewhere else reserved strictly for main characters? 

Blinking, he looked around the class still slightly surprised before his eyes came to rest on the man at the front of the classroom that he assumed was going to be their homeroom teacher. He was a little shorter than Dominic but he frowned, looking ahead at his sister to do the introductions like she usually did. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking away and towards a window. 

Suzu's eyes lifted to Uta-sensei as he entered the room. He always threw her off when he did that. Suzu knew she didn't have to get the class up to say good morning and bow right away, but other teachers didn't usually show up before then. Suzu wrinkled her nose and turned back to Kae and her sister. Suzu admired her senpai. Evie's unit was amazing and Suzu admired how outgoing Evie was. She wished she could be like that.

"Aneki's more well-versed in the world of idols than I am," she said, dismissively. "I only know what I know through her. Our room is covered in Phantom Song's posters. I could recite her songs backwards with how often Aneki listens to her." Suzu laughed a little and shrugged.

Her eyes darted to the newcomers. New students? She remembered vaguely that it had been mentioned this morning. As a member of student council, she was usually informed of these things....and as class representative, it was her job to make sure the students were welcomed. She couldnt help but feel her cheeks turn pink.

With her mask, Suzu was always outgoing and courageous, but regular Suzu was shy. "I should go welcome them," she said to her sister and Kae, excused herself, and walked over to the two new students. She waited for Uta-sensei to be finished speaking with them before she introduced herself.

"Hi, there! I'm Suzu Murasaki, class rep. If you need anything, let me know. I can also show you around the school during break, if you'd like."