<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Manami.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Tsukishima Manami</strong></span></td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>from// SECOND.WING</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22690.msg898416#msg898416)</span></div><br/>After twenty minutes of talking with the school principal and finalizing all the details of the male students' transfers, the four core members and the half-dozen general student council members were down at the main entrance, changing from their white indoor slippers into their regulation black heeled loafers (http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/8818/loaferco2.png). While thinking about the new arrivals, she went through the familiar routine of slipping her shoes on and sliding the white slippers into her shoe locker, deftly catching a few letters that fell out when she did so. She slid them back in with a frown - there would be time to look through them and reply to them, later - and began straightening her shirt's collar and neatening the tie underneath. It was green, for second-year students - first-years had red, and seniors had blue.<br/><br/><strong>"Manami-san, you aren't nervous are you?"</strong><br/><br/>Startled out of her thoughts, Manami glanced down at the student council's treasurer. Straightening her blazer's collar and her school tie one last time, she smiled and wrapped her scarf around her neck, then did the same for the short, bubbly girl who was her polar opposite. She was about to answer when a loud voice interrupted from across the aisle, where the tomboyish student council secretary sat, in a bad temper.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course she isn't. Why would Tsukishima-san be afraid of a bunch of boys?"</strong> Matsumoto Rina (http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/4575/matsumotorinauetoayajy8.png) scowled as she tugged on her outdoor shoes, careful to avoid the puddles of melted snow in front of their shoe lockers. She had been very vocal about her objections of making Sendai a co-ed boarding school, but her arguments obviously hadn't deterred the administration from making its final decision.<br/><br/>Manami smiled and shook her head slightly as Rina began bickering with Sahara Yukie (http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/7488/akinabk9.jpg), the treasurer, and took the time to straighten the black leg warmers (http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/3975/legwarmlev2.jpg) she'd worn today over her usual black knee-socks. An involuntary shiver of cold raced up her spine when an errant wind swept through the open door, making her look up - just in time to see a bus full of warmly-dressed male students pull up to the main gate. Even in the distance, she could see how rowdy they were acting, standing up and moving around and shouting.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's go,"</strong> she called behind her, leading the way outside. Though the two continued bickering, the rest of the student council ignored them, used to the sounds of Rina and Yukie having at it. <strong>"Remember, after we greet them and welcome them, we will be taking them upstairs to the dorms and giving them their room assignments and class schedules. This will probably create something of a ruckus, but it can't be helped."</strong><br/><br/>She tried to ignore the biting chill of the slight breeze outside. Though it wasn't snowing now, bits of snow picked up by the wind stung gently when it brushed against her face and thighs. The sun also reflected brightly off the thin layer of white powder on the ground, making some of the other girls mutter about sunglasses and clouds. Though the soles of her shoes sometimes slid slightly on the ground, Manami kept her aplomb, her face a mask of cool maturity and her steps confident and sure. It was that very collected attitude that made her the target of more crushes than she could keep count of, from other girls who idolized her... and also drew perverted older men like moths to a flame, trying to pick her up when she was out walking in the city. It served her well, now - as male students got off the bus and filed into two loose lines, more than one caught sight of the pretty girl in front and the others behind her, and stared without shame, their eyes traveling first down, lingering on the inches of thigh shown between their knee socks and skirt hems, then up, lingering on budding chests and rosy lips.<br/><br/>But finally, the student council members arrived at the main gate, just as the busload of boys had finished unloading and stood, waiting, in two straggly lines in front of the bus. Manami swept her eyes over them, smiling reassuringly as she went to greet one of the new teachers who had come with them. Given the cold, she only introduced herself and welcomed him to the school, before suggesting that they go inside. Only then did she introduce herself with a slight bow, smiling in welcome to the group. Another errant breeze caught a long strand of dark hair, pulling it from her scarf, and she casually swept it back behind her ear, seemingly unaffected by the cold or by the added presence of several dozen male students looking at her. She tried to ignore the fact that many of them were staring somewhere below her hips, where the bottom hem of her skirt flirted and clung to her thighs from the unpredictable breeze.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Tsukishima Manami, the student council president. Please feel free to come to me with any problems or questions you might have. It's a pleasure to meet you all - welcome to Sendai School."</strong></td></tr></tbody></table>