First impressions were important. That was something that her parents had tried their darndest to drill into her head as a small child, not that it ever particularly stuck with the eccentric and wild bundle of energy that was a five-year-old Atsuko Kagari. Eventually they gave up (they probably realized the futility of it when she was nearing nine and still introducing herself in a chaotic display of too-big smiles and eager bounces). They settled on the belief that the high-strung girl would shine in the face of new things no matter what, and that was okay.

And yet, here Akko was at a whopping sixteen years old, gulping under the looming presence of her new academy with the vague memory of her parent's stern voices ringing in her ears. Maybe it was the prestigiousness of the school, or perhaps her distinct foreignness to it, but Akko found herself genuinely anxious for once in her life.

Of course, as she collected herself, hunched her school bag up onto her shoulder, and pushed forward and through the big wooden doors, that anxiety quickly dissolved as her usual feelings of bewilderment and excitement took over. Akko didn't exactly have a capacity for appreciating fine architecture and building structure, but even she felt a sense of awe as her eyes raked over the high arches, sleek floors and stretching halls. It was beautiful and the interior was exceptionally more inviting and cozy as opposed to the intimidating aura the exterior gave off.

"Wow..." she trailed off, spinning in a full circle to take all of it in. Her uniform skirt twirled around her.

In the midst of admiring her surroundings, a loud bell rung out. Not the obnoxious and cringe-inducing ringing that was so prominent at her previous public school, but rather a deep traditional bell that reverberated off the walls. Akko decided she liked it a lot more, even if it did startle her out of her stupor and remind her that she actually had things she needed to do. She gripped the sheet of paper in her hands and glanced down at it.

"Time to meet my roommates!"

It took Akko approximately four minutes of wandering the vast hallways before she was totally and utterly lost.

She shot the innocent paper a heated glare, as though doing so would somehow coerce the map to suddenly make sense. At arm's length, the brunette held it up in front of her as she chugged along, turning it upside down, sideways, diagonally... anything that may help her decipher the various blocks and numbers labeling them. With her vision obscured and her concentration so painfully centered on finding her way to her assigned dorm room, really, it was only a matter of testing fate before she went crashing into something.

Or rather, a someone.

She panickedly jumped back and threw her arms up in a fluster. "O-oh my goodness! I am so so so sorr—"

"It would bode well for you to never do that again."

The words sizzled and died on the tip of her tongue as she was cut off. Akko blinked. And blinked again, before looking up at the girl she'd accidentally bumped into. A pair of impossibly blue eyes glared down at her and suddenly the brunette felt very small under their scrutinizing gaze.

"It was an accident, I swe—" Akko tried to start, but once again she was abruptly cut off.

"It seemed to me that you were blundering about with no regard for your surroundings," she said calmly, almost monotone but with a trace of venom snaking around in the syllables. Akko frowned.

First impressions were important her parents had insisted, and this chick wasn't leaving her with a good one.

"Okay, well first of all, stop interrupting me. Second, I'm obviously new here and lost. I can't even figure out where my room is!" she replied haughtily, glaring up at the rude girl. For a moment, all she did was stare back at her and a chill ran up Akko's spine as some of her nerves slithered away. There was the faintest trace of something lurking in them, something that set off her instinctual desire to flee and caused the hairs on her arms to stand at attention. It was really starting to give her the creeps...

But then the blonde opened her mouth, and words came out, and Akko promptly forgot about her unease.

"Are you... informing me that you're incapable of reading that map in your hands?"

"N-no!" she spluttered indignantly. What was with this woman?! "I just, I mean, it's a little—it's—ugh!" Akko struggled to find the adequate words. "Just look!" she burst, thrusting the sheet out at the blonde.

She took it, turned it upright and quirked a brow. "We're currently right here," she said, gesturing towards a spot at the bottom. "Which one is supposed to be yours?"

Akko had to think for a second to recall what the principal had told her over the phone a couple days ago. "Uhhh, 119B?"

It took the other girl all of three seconds to locate the correct room, pointing it out for Akko to see. "So we can conclude that reading simple letters and numbers are not among your skillset, yes?"

The red-eyed girl snatched the paper up and growled. "I swear that wasn't there before!"

She glared down at the sheet and was so concerned about committing the location of her new living quarters to memory that it took a few seconds for Akko to realize that the blonde hadn't said anything. When she looked up... she was just staring at her. Again. Intently. It looked as though a film had been placed over gaze, like her consciousness had wandered off somewhere far away and had left her corporeal body behind. At the same time though, those cerulean irises were most definitely trained on her. Akko swallowed nervously. Seriously, something was off in this chick's noggin. What was up with the total change in demeanor?

"Uhhmm... right," the shorter girl drawled awkwardly. All her previous ire had dissipated in the face of the new shift in atmosphere. "Thanks for the help?"

Apparently that snapped her out of whatever bizarre trance she'd been in. "Oh. Yes. Of course. If you'll excuse me, I must be somewhere now." Wasting no time, the blonde whipped around and briskly walked away, turning at the nearest corner available.

Akko, realizing that she hadn't even gotten her name, called out. "Hey wait!"

But as she chased her around the corner of the hallway, no one was there.

This is pure self-indulgent garbage, not gonna lie. But I wanted to just write something casual and not very complex for once, so... unsurprisingly, I found myself obsessed with the idea of Diana with fangs and well... here we are. Not sure what I'm doing with the story yet, but expect short and sporadic chapters. I want it to be sorta serious and silly all at once, so I guess we're gonna find out if that's something I can pull off.

Also, Diana is kinda a jerk here but it's because she's hangry... and let's be real, Akko prolly looks pretty delicious. Sorrynotsorry.