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<br/>​</div>Shiro had already been on the verge of waking when Akena left for her morning workout. Another night lacking in fitful sleep, but enough that he wouldn't be inhibited on a cognitive level. He sat up in bed, reaching over to pick up his glasses off the nightstand and put them on, then pulled<i>Second Chance</i>from his pants pocket (He had slept in his clothes again. He really ought to stop doing that.) and checked the time. 5:47am. He pocketed the time piece and glanced around the room. Robin and Nekro were still dozing in their bunks, Karma was absent (quite adept at sneaking in and out, that one.) and K had just stepped out for a morning exercise / training drill by the looks of what she was wearing and the fact that she had packed<i>Nyx Astra</i>just before leaving. Shiro quirked a slight smile as he looked at the room as a whole from his vantage point. The female half of his team mates were already up and preparing to tackle the day, the male half of his team mates were still asleep, blissfully unaware.<br/><br/>He sighed and figured he may as well start getting ready himself. Normally he would arrange to be comfortably late to class, as his concern over whatever subject was being taught was negligible if it didn't involve some element of either science or medicine. Still, K would get on his case if he stalled, and worse still they might expect to depart as a team, which would mean he'd be holding up everyone. Just the<i>thought </i>of that sort of obligation was irritating to him.<i>'Best to get started then.'</i>He yawned, stretched, then hopped out of bed and after popping a few joints, set about a morning routine of isometric exercises. What he lacked in sheer strength or mobility, he made up for in dexterity, balance, and stamina, and his poses and holds were designed to capitalize and enhance those traits. If asked, he might say they were to help with his mental focus as well, but that would be disingenuous, as in at least 2/3rds of the poses he held, an open book was in hand. He was half-way through his sets when he noticed Robin waking up, hopping out of bed, and exiting for the showers. When Shiro finished with isometrics, he moved on to a handful of Nawa jutsu practice drills using his pocket watch and chain, just to sharpen his reflexes for the day. Satisfied with his technique, he flicked his wrist to yoyo the watch back to his palm and then went to his dresser to extract a small blender, a bottled water, and a sealed case containing various preserved fruits, vegetables, and nuts. He poured these into the blender, added a bit of water, capped it, then set it to pulse blend on a timer while he grabbed a towel and headed off to the showers. Nekro was the only one still in his bunk who might be disturbed by the noise of the blender, and from the sound of all the students in the hall, the blender wouldn't be adding much to the over all racket.<br/><br/>When Shiro saw that the bathrooms were co-ed, he paused, assessed, then continued inside. Their team already was sharing a dorm, it wasn't that strange to imagine the bathrooms would follow a similar pattern. He suspected that hormones might be a source of stress for some students in such a setting, and Shiro himself, in spite of his best efforts, was just as human as any of them, but he had long ago resigned himself to three immutable truths:<br/><br/>1. Most girls his age weren't interested.<br/>2. Those rare exceptions didn't stay interested once they witnessed the more abrasive aspects of his personality.<br/>3. Those rare exceptions to both 1 and 2 still would expect his time and attention, both of which were monopolized by this research.<br/><br/>In light of these facts, agonizing over the potentially awkward setting made no sense. He may as well have been furniture to them, and likewise they to him. Besides, thanks in part to his study of human anatomy, there wasn't much on display he wasn't already fully aware of. ...Still, he could be caught off guard from time to time. K's gender reveal had been a surprise, and Karma was a particularly fine specim-<i>'What are you thinking?! Damnit, you don't have time for this!!' </i>He mentally berated himself and hurried through getting showered (cold) and out of there as fast as he could.<br/><br/>When Shiro had returned from the showers in nothing but a towel with his clothes tucked under one arm, his blender timer dinged and he moved to uncap the top and unceremoniously guzzle its contents. The mixture wasn't<i>enjoyable</i>, but Shiro had learned to surpass any failings in taste by drinking it as fast as possible. He then washed it down with bottled water, and then set out putting all the items away before pulling clean clothes from the next drawer. Perhaps unsurprising, all of his outfits were identical, and none of them seemed to be beacon colors. Tennis shoes, white pants, dress belt, black v-neck, white Atlas jacket. For any who were paying attention, while Shiro was getting dressed an almost imperceptibly odd event kept occurring. When he had walked back into the room from the showers, his pocket watch was chained to a bracelet at his wrist, which was strange because he never had a bracelet before..did he? As soon as his pants were on, the bracelet was gone and the watch chain was now clipped to a belt loop, almost as if it had always been there. When Shiro finally slid into his jacket, the chain had moved yet again, this time to the inner pocket of his coat, and again, one had the dizzying sensation of being certain that it had<i>always been that way. </i>For his part, Shiro either didn't notice, or didn't care.<br/><br/>Now fully dressed and ready for the day, he looked to the others gathered at the doorway. Karma had said something about the first class being Ballistics. "Oh joy." he grumbled quietly and picked up his school bag packed with four books,<i>none </i>of which had anything to do with the classes they were about to attend. He glanced to Nekro who leaned against the bed post like the laid-back cocky bastard he was, and then to Robin, who had just inspected and holstered his blade before confirming to K that he was ready. Shiro would have to ask about that weapon sometime. It appeared to be absolutely top-of-the-line Atlas tech of a craftsmanship he had rarely seen.<i>Velocitus</i>was almost as impressive as K's<i>Nyx Astra</i>was a mystery. He pushed his glasses up slightly and listened as both K and Karma mentioned they might be needing their weapons. Shiro paused a moment and then pulled his watch to check the time. He then cleared his throat and looked to Karmyne. "If that's true, you may want to stop by your locker on the way. It seems you're the only one of us who isn't armed." He gestured slightly to the notable absence of a giant sword strapped to her back. It wasn't the sort of thing you misplace. No doubt she had stowed it in her locker after her trip to the training grounds last night. He shrugged, likely already having made a nuisance of himself for the day in an effort to be helpful.<br/><br/>He headed out when they did, quietly following behind the group.