Name: Aine Kisaragi
Birthday: March 1
Age: 19
Track: Idol
Class: A Class
Dorm: A-11
“I should have studied harder,” Aine muttered, looking at the sheet of paper, “Just a bit of a higher score, I would have been in S Class.”
Donned in his school uniform with hair pulled back in a ponytail, the nineteen-year-old merely sighed and continued down the steps to the dorms. It was late afternoon; the sun had not set yet, and the air was still breezy with the scent of spring. However, Aine didn’t seem to notice, as his attention was still fixated on his orientation sheet.
“I’ll have to work harder.”
The tealette brooded over today’s events. Today had been his first day in class. Firstly, he was quite disappointed to find that he was one step short of S class. However, the class ranks shouldn’t matter now. Their instructor informed them that within one year, auditions would be held for their finals. Regardless of what class they were in, the quality of their performances would determine if they would rise on the spotlight.
But he needed to find a partner, someone to compose his music. It was impossible for an idol to perform alone. The teen grimaced. He was not exactly a social person to begin with; he was known to be withdrawn and detached, leaving him with only one close friend. He hadn’t even given one glance at any of his classmates, until his instructor announced the news. If he needed to make it through the year, then he would have to change his indifferent attitude and form a network.
Aine began to notice that the buildings were beginning to change and blinked his ocean blue eyes. He was nearing his dormitory now.
His room was A-11 was it?
He started to recall during orientation that he would be rooming with someone in the dorms. Perhaps the first thing he should do is befriend his roommate. If he was lucky, the roommate would be in the composer track.
A-9…. A-10… A-11.
The door to his dorm room was already opened. Had his roommate already arrived?
“Hello, is anyone in here?" A bit hastily, Aine tried entering through the doorway to meet his new roommate and possibly friend. But suddenly, some unknown object squished under his leather shoes and the tealette lost his footing, slipping onto to the cold, tiled surface.
Dazed, Aine realized he was looking up at the ornate ceiling now and heard someone break out into laughter.
What the hell.