It's been a few years since you've transfered into this new college.
Strictly Cristian, every single rule had to be followed to the last minute, uniform based on gender, religion class, etc.
You really didn't feel like doing any of this, if it was up to you, you'd have turned the first avenue and walked away to take a flight to Moscow or whatever.
But, nooo. Your parents just had to agree with their parents after the old hags put into their heads sending you away to an internship was a good idea.
UGH.
At least you made friends, at least. You really weren't of what would have went on if you hadn't met those girls.
Three of them, Valentia, Miranda and Elize. Your saviours, they were the ones that basically guided you through your first years so you could get used.
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You were their baby, their dearest, their girl.
And, of course, they were terrified to hear you were taking interest in Hyōga.
To you, he was simply the cute smart boy from your biology class, to them, he was THE biggest weirdo ever.
... well, and it all because he had long hair and stayed mostly alone and quiet.
Ah, you know what they say, the more quiet, the more suspicious.