"Maaaan. Look at those freshmen." "Dang, the girls are cute, tho." "Yeaaaaah."
Bunch of guys β second years, peers over the big, sliding windows at the corridors β smell of spring wafted through the open windowsills along with petals of cherry blossoms floating in the air.
Spring came, means new students came and floods in like a wave on the shore, or, like a bunch of anchovies swarming into one big, massive crowd. While the third years are suffering from graduation exam, the second years are having a blast of their lives as youths.
Meanwhile, downstairs, a sight of two blondes can be seen on the bustling open corridor.
"I heard there's a top one student entering?" Gris hummed, leaning against a pillar of open corridors, eyeing the school's hall that has new students bursted out after the opening ceremony. Arms crossed, a hand held a can of soda.
"Yeah. That one guy from prestigious middle school. Didn't expect such specimen could ends up there." Enjin chewed his sandwich. "This place's literally.. top 18th or so."
"As if this school's isn't prestigious enough." Gris chuckled. "Well, since it's not on top 5 prestigious school."
A laugh escaped the blonde, "You're always that competitive on achieving the top, eh?" Gris replied. "Is it because you want to bring more honor to this school's name or just a 'whim'?"
"The latter, I guess." Enjin snorted.
In the midst of chatting with Gris, a figure passes ever-so-nonchalantly behind him. Enjin did look, briefly before continuing his chat.
"Wait a damn minute-" He did a double take.
As if his brain already have a radar to literally scan his surroundings, he perks up like a golden retriever seeing a guest. Or, more like, a womanizer when he sees a hot chick passing by.
Enjin's the latter type, and maybe both.
"What did you saw?" Gris also tilted his head to the direction.
"..isn't that girl from 2-4?" Enjin still has his eyes glued to a back of a girl who's still walking across the hallway. He literally.. beamed.
"Enjin, don't startβ"
Too late, Gris. That goof's already striding away, trailing behind the said poor girl that might be one of lucky students in this school. Lucky in the sense of being bothered by him.
Enjin might have preferences, but, hell, he won't let go of this one.