A/n: Basically, I wrote this, thought it was cute, and decided I should publish it while my little mind spins its wheels trying to figure out where I'm going with this. I think I'll do this for all the characters, when I have time. Suggestions and constructive criticism are, as always, welcome.
A flustered looking woman blew down the hall of a famous Japanese university.
She was perhaps slightly less than average height, with her short brown hair in a state of extreme disarray, and a baby face.
In her arms were several thick textbooks with names like "An Academic Guide to Nuclear Physics," or "The Joys of Advanced Calculus." Most of these had at least five authors apiece.
She glanced at her left wrist (out of reflex. She had forgotten her actual watch) and concluded that she must be late. Let's see... First door on the left, I think?
Thinking this, she turned right and slammed into a locked door. Oops. She backed up and reset her aim at the supposedly correct room. She burst inside.
"Sorry everybody, I'm-" she began, but soon caught the surprised looks being cast in her direction from several confused students. "What?"
Slowly, almost without moving at all, she turned 90 degrees towards the desk that the professor sits at. A man with black hair streaked with silver and a cynical expression was looking at her.
"Ah, Professor Hirasawa! What can I do for you today?" He said. Very slowly, a new concept dawned on her.
"Senpai! Isn't this my class? Physics?"
"No, professor. This is a class on music apprec-" The confused Professor Hirasawa's face lit up as she cut him off.
"Oh! I love music! Can I sit in?"
"Don't you have a class to teach?" The bemused (and amused) older man drawled.
"Ah! That's right! I forgot!" She sped out the door, but didn't go very far before coming back in.
"What now, Professor?" The teacher sighed.
"Um... where did my class go?"
"I believe it was moved to the science building. You did receive the memo in your e-mail last week?" The man's eyes twinkled mischievously as he put special emphasis on the last two words. His class tittered.
"Eh, e-mail? Ah! So that's what Ui-chan was trying to tell me this morning..." The woman mumbled and seemed to drift off into her own world. Then, with a start, she sped out of the room again. She didn't make it very far this time either.
Before she could enter the room again, she heard a very loud sarcastic voice say, "If somebody was looking for the science building, they would go out the front door, cross the street, and take a left. Then they would look for the building with the pendulum in front of it."
There was a muffled "Arigatou", the sound of heavy text-books hitting a thinly carpeted floor, an exaggerated whine, and she was gone.
"Probably off to the law building..." He muttered and shook his head. "Anyway, that was Professor Hirasawa, or Yui-chan sensei as she likes to be called in private. She is very dear to us here at the university, but she can be somewhat eccentric, as you can see. Now, my name is Professor..."
