<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kirinozawa%20Academy/FuuchouinKazuki69_Av.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hisoka Yoshimori<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late morning, after the trap program speeches<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving school auditorium, going to secretary's office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Finna Helguson, Akira Oshou. Saying goodbye to Hibiki Yukimura and Kanade Hoso. Passing Emma Johnson and Naoki Mizushima on the way out. Later with Finna Helguson only, but ... Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Off to sign up to cross-dress! Oh, my!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The pretty redhead kept an arm around Hisoka's waist which squeezed gently. He was still very confused and perplexed about his body's reaction to being cuddled by another boy, but then he reasoned that his brain saw the person as a girl and hence the reaction. Maybe if he saw her naked with his boy bits that would allow his mind to put aside these games of seeing all these people as female. He certainly hoped so; he'd be sharing a room with someone by the end of the day and he didn't want his boy bits waking up every time another guy came near, even if he should smell fantastic!<br/><br/>Suddenly he realised just what his mind was considering! He was imagining Helguson-senpai naked! His already slightly reddened face deepened a shocking beetroot again. He was blushing far too much today, and his awkward half-erection just<em>would not</em>go down!<br/><br/><strong><em>"Are ... are you okay?"</em></strong>the girl asked. Hisoka nodded a little too quickly, transparently too eager to answer.<br/><br/><strong>"Hai senpai! I'm fine! Really!"</strong>He ruined the whole response by adding an unnecessary<strong>"Really I am!"</strong>Fortunately for Hisoka, Helguson-senpai seemed to take his panic and embarrassment all in his stride - and if he didn't, he was good at hiding his emotions. Typical of a senpai, experienced in all these sorts of thing. Hisoka felt he'd been dumped in the deep end without anyone giving him the basics of how to stay afloat. Helguson-senpai was suddenly a life preserver or one of those children's swimming floats - an aid to keep from drowning.<br/><br/><strong><em>"If you want, I can help you, still. Akira-senpai likes doing his own thing, but I like helping! Besides, you'll need someone to show you where everything is, so why not me?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Ah, yes, Akira. That was the name of the grey-haired boy. By now Hisoka had worked out Akira must be a trap program person too because he was here, though he had no idea why he'd chosen to wear the boy's uniform. Hisoka watched Akira leave the group. He behaved in such an awesome and cool way. Even simply walking. Every motion of his body and his relaxed attitude were cool. Hisoka found himself staring at the older boy as he went by. How cool could a guy be? Hisoka wanted to be like that one day. Realising he was staring he dropped his gaze but his attention was caught back by Helguson-senpai waving good bye to the older boy. The red-head's arm slid from around Hisoka's hip, to clasp his hand. Grabbing onto the life-preserver, literally, Hisoka gave the hand a little squeeze back.<br/><br/>When Helguson-senpai waved good bye, Hisoka, not wanting to be left out, raised a hand too, a small smile lighting up his face, but he got it only half way when Akira had gone so the hand halted and then diverted to the back of his neck to scratch an imaginary itch. The little smile died, still-born. Hisoka looked away in awkward silence.<br/><br/>He recovered only slowly and was unaware he was squeezing the red-head's hand a little too eagerly.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhn... hai! Arigato! well... ano... I suppose I need to get over to the secretary's office and sign up."</strong><br/><br/>Not wanting to seem rude and break the hand-clasping, Hisoka allowed his hand to remain in the other girl's.<br/><br/><em>Boy! He's a boy!</em>His mind shouted. Hisoka just couldn't make the switch. This was going to be messy.<br/><br/>Hisoka said goodbye to the others - the very cute pink-haired girl and the rather quiet older girl with the grey hair in a ponytail who he'd not been introduced to, and giving them a small and overly-formal bow, allowed himself to be led out. As he and his new friend left the auditorium they passed a few other 'girls' and Hisoka looked at them all carefully. Honestly, he would not stop in the street to even think these were not cute girls. Everyone was so pretty! And such cute outfits everyone wore! They passed by one glorious blonde with gajin features who had a rather grumpy look on her face. Hisoka simply stared. She was incredible. How was this a boy? Everything about her shouted femininity, her clothes, her posture; her weight slightly on one leg and her hip a little pushed out. Hisoka's stare briefly caught her eye and he looked away, ashamed. It was rude to stare. The impossibly gorgeous foreign blonde was talking with an older boy, much taller and with red hair. In case Hisoka got accused of being too forward by staring at the boy's girlfriend Hisoka busied himself with staring at the polish on his shoes which it appeared had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the room, while clutching at Helguson's hand as they went by.<br/><br/>Outside in the sunshine he was led away from the auditorium and around a corner. They went along a path across an area of short mown grass and flower beds, then across a paved quadrangle towards a modern-looking building. The older girl still held his hand but now more easily walked at his side. Hisoka was confused. Holding hands was what boyfriends and girlfriends did, it was intimate. Then again Hisoka supposed that anyone looking at them might see them as exactly that! His fierce blush returned. It was a little embarrassing to hold hands but it would be rude to his senpai to let go, so he allowed her to keep hold of him. The girl's hand was cool and soft and it felt nice to have this contact.<br/><br/>After a while walking in silence, with crowds of other students all spilling out of the orientation meeting and going about their tasks, Hisoka became worried. It was quiet between them and he needed to break the silence.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, but it came out as a sort of funny squeak.<br/><br/><strong>"Ano ... senpai ... I suppose after I'm signed up I'll have to go to my dorm and get all my things. It sounds like I need to move to the other dorm. Do you know who I speak with to get allocated a room?"</strong>