<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/m4ANe1t.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Masahiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280698.msg13808133#msg13808133)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12/Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Masahiro and Michael's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael (mentioned), Open<br/><hr/><br/>Masahiro would probably have one word to describe this new life in the school.<br/><br/>Peaceful<br/><br/>Compared to the life in the streets, he no longer needed to worry about where to find food. He did not have to be on alert about thugs raiding at any time of the day and trashing his place. Suddenly he did not even have to worry about the safety of kids and pokemon that were trying to eke things out in the streets - the school offered to find them homes and places safer than the streets he grew up in. Those who displayed unusual traits like him ended up being enrolled in the school as well, located at the section of the campus for younger students.<br/><br/>School life was a completely new thing for Masahiro. He had to take an aptitude test first and foremost to gauge just how much he knew about the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic (which could be best described as very wanting). He had to take a special course to catch up to everyone else's level. Reading and writing wasn't so difficult, but was rather repetitive. Arithmetic started easy, but grew challenging as they progressed. Masahiro had to vent out the pent out frustration, which ended up turning the sprinklers on at several occasions and calling over the school's fire suppression team to get things under control. He'd be too mentally fatigued to even bother at the end of the day and just slip into his assigned bed without even making a change of clothes, slipping into deep slumber because of how soft, clean, and smooth the sheets were compared to what would pass for a bed before he was enrolled.<br/><br/><em>"mmm...."</em>the young man let out as he started to stir from his slumber, finding himself sprawled with his back on the floor with pillows and his blanket. Masahiro lazily opened his eyes and scanned the room, taking in the sunlight from outside, hearing the sound of someone humming a tune somewhat in the distance, smelling the scent of food cooking in the air. His stomach growled in response to the appetizing scents wafting in the air, reminding him that he should get something to eat before the day started.<br/><br/>Slowly sitting up to toss the pillows and the blanket to his bed, Masahiro recalled he was sharing the room with another person. His name was Michael, as much as Masa remembered. Nice guy overall, but seemed jumpy whenever he was around. They didn't get to meet much, with Michael usually out of the room by the time he was up. He personally hoped to properly cross paths with his roommate, at least get to know the guy better. The guy prepared him a share of breakfast too, so Masa was looking forward to somehow talk with him.<br/><br/>Getting up from the floor, he groggily made his way to the bathroom. Masa discarded his clothes on the side for cleaning and drying later on and had a nice, hot shower (which he considered a wonderful luxury over going with no shower or making to with a pail by a river). He was soon wearing a plain black shirt and pants, coming to the common area to check if his roommate was still around.<br/><br/><em>"Mmm... Smellin' great over here..."</em>