It was just too easy; almost laughable. It happens every day, yet he is blind to it when they say, "You're the only one who can do it." or, "We need you to do it." and even, "Please and thanks." yet he is blind to it until he realizes at the back of the lunch line the students who pleaded for his help only wanted him to buy them food.

Yet he is used to it and powers through. After all, somebody's gotta do it. That ended up turning into his philosophy. He finds it easier to say he will go get lunch then argue why the people asking can not get it or if he is in the middle of doing something.

"You're the only one who can do it, Hiro."

"We need you to do it, Hiro."

"Please and thanks, Hiro."

He sighed because he already knew it was going to be another one of those days like the day before and the day before that.

"Good morning, Hiro!"

That was a new line. He stopped and turned. Maka waved at him from her seat on the higher rows. Soul was next to her, taking a power nap before the first bell. Crona made an effort and waved a shaky hand. Kind and considerate Maka was often the only one to greet him without a request to give. He waved back and continued up the stairs to his seat. He likes where he sits because the space to his right was next to the stairs and was always empty for him to kick up his feet and get comfortable.

More students piled in the classroom the closer the arm on the clock reached the due time for the first bell. The bell soon rang and students not yet sitting sat in their designated areas. Stein went down each row of students, seeing who was present and absent. There was a slight satisfaction in him to see all students present.

"How nice." he said aloud to the class. "It's one of those full move days, isn't it? Great way to start the day, so be sure to not ruin it..." he paused. "Black Star."

People in the front row snickered. Black Star completely missed the joke and stoop in his seat to protest.

"Me? Hah! I make everyone's day with my presence! Everyday's a great day with Black Star!"

"Sit down or it's detention." said Stein. Black Star stopped ranting and jumped off his spot to sit.

"Like I was saying," Stein continued in a humorous tone. "how nice it is to see all of my students here. I forgot how little room there is. I don't know if there will be enough room for our new student."

Did they hear that right? New student? They certainly heard him right.

"I suppose one of you will have to go to make room for one more." said Stein. "I'm in need of a volunteer for an experiment I've been working on at home. Who wants to spend the night?"

He twisted the bolt in his head until it clicked. He had that look in his eyes when he is serious. Half of the class shivered and he laughed.

"No, no," he chuckled. "no need to lose a kid yet. Lord Death has decided to bless our classroom with a new face. He has placed a transfer student with us."

It had been a long time since the DWMA had a transfer student in the middle of the semester. Students chattered about this transfer student. Stein snapped his fingers a few times to regain their attention.

"Alright, alright, let's not get carried away." he said. "That's about as far as my knowledge of the kid expands. They'll be here first thing Monday morning. All of you need to set an example of what we stand for, because we know that there are certain people who will make them think the exact opposite of what we are."

He made a brief glance towards Black Star then began class.

Lunch at the DWMA offers students a chance for freetime to either leave for food or take what the academy has to offer. Some find it easier to bring a lunch if they have class of the opposite side of the building from where lunch is served. Some put up with the walk across the school if hungry enough. Others learned that if they ask Hiro and say he is the only one to complete the task, they do not have to move.

He did not know why it bothered him none to run these types of errands. He supposes there is no other way to get o spend his freetime, since he rarely ate lunch himself. He needs to get some exercise in his day. He is not a meister... well, not officially, to say the least. If he had the accompany of a weapon, he could participate in training and start collecting souls like his classmates. He used to be a meister, but that didn't even last a week. He didn't know WHAT he was thinking when he had Excalibur. When he now thinks about it, he was annoying, not to mention gross with the sneezing. It was not bothersome to him about still not having a weapon, but he wishes to have one just to be like everyone else.

He made it through the school day and was releaved to go home. He walked down the steps of the school with his hands in his pockets. There was a small rock at the foot of the steps. When he was at the bottom, he kicked the rock and watched it roll down the street. He passed it, but it was out of kicking range, so he let it be. His apartment was not far, but at his walking speed it was a little while until he was home. He put a hand on the front door knob and twisted it.

"Hey, Hiro!"

He turned around. Maka waved from across the street. Soul was opening the front door to the apartment complex they lived in. Meister and weapon were walking hand in hand. When he moved, she followed to enter the building with him. Crona was right behind with Ragnarok beating the back of his head. Hero smirked once at the scene then went inside.

His apartment was the same as other students', only his had no family pictures or letters from home. He liked Maka and Soul's home more from the one time she invited him to dinner. He felt that atmosphere that had the feeling a home should have. There was love and acceptance everywhere he looked, and the residents gave him those same characteristics (except for poor Crona and Ragnarok). He liked the hominess and the meal he was given. It felt like they were happy, and he envied them.

He jumped in the shower then sat on the couch to watch the news. He had made chocolate milk and drank it through a straw. He stayed up until ten at night before calling it a day. Thank Death for it being Friday. He had the long weekend to recover. He could sleep in and walk around the apartment without a shirt and channel scroll through the stations for entertainment. He deserved this. He needed it more than he thought.

Most kids ruin their sleep schedules over the weekend and are screwed Monday. Hiro is relatively the opposite and tries to stay consistent by going to bed between ten and eleven every night. It's not the best strategy, considering he wakes up at five to watch anime, but it was better than nothing. It proves to be beneficial the following Monday morning when most are sluggish from a rough night.

He walked into class and took his seat and kicked his feet up on the empty space next to him. He got comfortable and watched more students walk in the room and up the steps to their seats. He took the time to play with the studded collar around his neck. He straightened it when he was done playing and leaned back with his arms crossed.

Stein looked around the rows of children. All were present as they were last week, except for Kid, but he was with his father, so it was an acception. It made him wonder how it was possible to have a full class two school days in a row, and the second day was after the weekend. Nonetheless, he was mildly amused.

"Good morning, class." he said. "As you should remember from Friday, I said that we are having a transfer student."

Those about to fall asleep woke up to the reminder. A few wondering eyes scanned the rows to find the new face, but no unfamiliar face was amongst them.

"They should be speaking with Lord Death right now," said Stein. "but they'll be in here shortly. I think I'll be generous and give you kids study time before they get here. Some of you need it."

Hiro glanced at the counter before him. His journals and textbooks sat in a neat pile. It was just out of reach, so it could not be bothered. He crosed his legs and flicked his tie to the side to keep ot out of his arms. His shoulder became his pillow and he was at maximum relaxation.

Ten minutes into the silence, there was a knock at the door. Kid entered the room and held the door for another to enter. Everyone stopped at watched the reaper approach Stein with the stranger. Shein turned in his chair to better see the new face.

"Hello there!" he politely greeted the face. "You must be the transfer student. Thanks for bringing him in, Kid."

All eyes were on the transfer student. It was a boy. A young man would be more accurate due to his physic. His black shirt was a little snug on the body. It was a recognizable shirt from one of Death City's stores with a Death skull on the front. His neck bared a spiked collar that could pike holes in someone. A chain hung from the collar with a silver cross hanging from it over his shirt collar. His jeans were gray with black patches over the knees. His black sneakers were brand new as no smudge of dirt laced the white soles. None of that were head turners. A lot of the attention went towards his face. There was nothing really wrong with his face. In fact, his face was handsome. His skin was the right light tan. His chin was perfectly curved at the corners to shape a nice jawline. Following his jawline up to his head was rich red hair like a ripe cherry. His right side was flipped out, yet his left side was flat. He had parted bangs that covered some of his left eyebrow and eye. They were sharp eyes... er, eye. It was only one eye visible. Its right neighbor was covered with a black eye patch. That was what they were staring at so much. The eye they could see was sharp at the corners. A red pupil ripe like his hair looked around at the class. He saw some girls pointing and whispering behind their hands. A few of them waved, but he returned no gestures. His hand were in his pockets as Stein talked to him. His eyes shot daggers at those staring. He quickly became intimidating to the point of internal fear in the stomach.

"Welcome to Death City and the Death Weapon Meister Academy." said Stein to the boy. "I'm your teacher, Dr. Franken Stein."

He held out his hand. The new student took his right hand out of his pocket and shook the doctor's hand. Black, one-inch claws poked his wrist as he gripped it in his strong fist.

"Thank you for bringing him, Kid." said Stein. "You can go sit down now."

Kid went to sit in the higher rows with Liz and Patty.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to your new classmates?" Stein suggested to the newbie. The kid was hesitant, but a second later he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was raspy on the first word, but it soon cleared to be smoother. It was deep like a bass and still a tad rapsy, but not in a terrible way.

"My name is Spike Coda," he said. "and thank you for having me."

"It's an honor to have you. Where did you fly from, Spike?" asked Stein.

"Hong Kong," Spike answered. "which is in China, by the way."

The light humor made Stein crack a smile.

"Then may I ask why you have a Japanese surname?"

"My family is Japanese." he said. "We moved from Japan to Hong Kong about five years ago."

"You're a bit of ways from home." said Stein. "How has your stay been since arriving?"

"Very nice." said Spike. "The people who brought me here have been nice to me since I got off the plane."

"I'm glad you seem to like it here." said Stein. "You've also come on a very good day because we're going to review what we've learned so far for a test. I won't make you take it, but since you're here, you may as well pay attention, right?"

"I suppose."

"Good." Stein nodded. "Now, why don't you go sit somewhere... Let's see... There--fourth row right on the outside. Go have a seat next to Hero."

Hiro sat straighter as the student walked up the steps. He had to remove his feet from the empty space and sit normal. The newbie looked at Hiro as he sat down next to him. Hiro tried to be polite and did a tiny wave at the student.

"How you doing?" he asked him. He got no verbal reply. The boy waved just as tiny and turned to face the teacher.

"Now then," said Stein to the class. "as I just relayed to our fellow classmate, today is a review day for the test of Friday. Everyone please open your books to chapter twelve and begin working on the review questions. I'll have to get you a book later, Spike, so please remember to remind me after class. For now, you can share with someone near you."

Hiro pulled his textbook out from under his pile of stuff and opened it in his lap. There was sharp poking on his right arm.

"Can I also look at your book?" Spike asked.

"Oh, yeah, I don't mind." said Hiro. He placed his book on the counter and slid it between him and the asker.

"What's the chapter over?" Spike asked.

"The science of soul consumption." said Hiro. "You're not being tested over it, so dont worry if you don't understand something."

It was an adjustment to share a textbook and wait for the person sharing to be finish taking notes. It gave Hero time to take extra notes. Then there were questions that would seem idiotic to a Death student, but everyone needed to remember he was new and knew nothing of what they were learning. It was funny to Hero. The kid was not as frightening as he thought. He was merely curious on subjects and honest-sounding in his words.

They worked on the chapter until the end of class. Hiro took back his book and piled his stuff over it and carried it out of the classroom. He saw the new guy talking with Kid, Liz, and Patty against the wall in the hall outside the classroom. Kid was his guide to classes amd Liz and Patty were along for the ride. Spike saw the boy behind Kid amd waved. He waved in return and hurried along. It was a different day for him because he was hungry and wanted lunch, so he rushed to the other side of the school before people could stop him with demands.