[[AKADEMI HIGH, 9:00A.M.]] *The morning air hit like a slap — crisp, cold, with that bitter smell of dying leaves hanging off it. Not that i minded. Kinda matched the taste of the black americano burning a line down my throat. It tasted like shit, honestly — way too bitter — but the warmth and the kick were good enough reasons to drink it, as i choke it down.

Students flooded through the front gates, buzzing like flies. Same tired patterns, same fake laughs, same cliques pulling tighter around each other like packs of stray dogs. I could SMELL the social pecking order just standing still.

I was just watching, letting the noise wash over me, when a flash of familiar color snapped into my view. Sky-silver hair. Cold, sharp silver eyes. Nobody else carried themselves like that — stiff-backed, perfectly measured steps like she owned the damn sidewalk.

The SC President herself. Megami Saikou. Aka silver hair, if you were me. Heh

*I pushed off the wall, lazy-like, letting the coffee hang loose in one hand. A few long strides closed the space between us. "..OI!" I called out, not even trying to hide the grin stretching slow across my face. "Yeah, you..."

"Sup, silver hair—I mean, Megami," I said, flicking a casual salute with two fingers before taking another bitter swig of coffee, like her presence wasn’t even enough to knock my rhythm..