- ITO HAYA, running like a demon -<br/><br/>Ito Haya didn't mind the school being at the top of a tall hill; indeed, it gave her the perfect excuse to go for an early-morning run.  She arrived at the front gates puffing hard and sheened with sweat.  She wondered belatedly if perhaps she should've found out where the school's showers were, but it was too late to do anything about that now.  She stuffed her running shoes into a gym bag and, after wiping her face, neck, and shoulders with it, stuffed a spare towel in there, too.  She focused on fitting her headphones first and scrolling the screen of her iPod, holding her inside shoes in her free hand as she walked down the hallways of the school.<br/><br/>She was a transfer student, was Haya, but it seemed all of these schools were laid out on a grid and it wasn't too hard for her to find Room 2-A.  The girl picked a chair near the door and put her feet up, slipping on the shoes and lacing them up tight.  As she did so, her head bobbed and her short hair, dyed a pale shade of purple today, swung and bounced in time with the music that only she could hear.