A/N: Slowly but surely. It's coming along.

Also: Mac Miller - Good News

Finding the early morning to be a perfect opportunity to wander the campus grounds without any others about it, Keegan decides to take advantage of it. He decks himself out in his recently-given school uniform.

At least the girl's uniforms don't have most of the entire thing in this friggen' shade of green. This place is slowly making me reevaluate my opinion of my most treasured colour. Whatever, a little adjustment never hurt anybody. He thinks to himself as he ditches the tie and the blazer: opting for his dark green, zip-up hoodie instead. Voila. Comfortable with his new attire, the restless young man stepped outside into the cool morning sun.

Wandering the campus and taking in the sights of the campus, Keegan's tired mind was still somewhat in disbelief. My second day here. Yet the odd feeling of disconnection from the world remained. Obviously, it'd take more than a day to get accustomed to said feeling, but I was kinda hoping I'd have at least an idea of where it stems from. I've only been to a place such as this once but it was definitely less… unique. I've never really understood the stigma surrounding people with disabilities. I gotta say I still remain pretty confused about it. Aren't the differences what make us human? Oh shit, I'm at the front gate.

He stood outside the front gate, an unlit cigarette in his hand. Wasn't I walki-

Keegan's phone beeps, interrupting his new line of thought. Deftly reaching into his pocket and retrieving the device; seeing a familiar name as the sender.

Sender: The Best Kouhai Ever!

[You bettr not, staff round the corner!] 6:58a.m

Sliding the tube of tobacco into his pocket as he flicked his body around back towards the campus. As Keegan passed the gate, and just like he was warned, a staff member walked around the corner of the nearest building - patrolling the area. Crossing paths, the two nod to one another as they pass. Now, why would she go and help me out like that? Whatever the case, I guess thanks are in order.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Keegan pulls out his phone to respond to his kouhai.

Recipient: The Best Kouhai Ever!

[Appreciate the heads up, I owe you one.] 7:00a.m

A quick beep indicates a message soon afterwards.

Sender: The Best Kouhai Ever!

[:D Komachi will remember that!] 7:01a.m

After the brief exchange, Keegan decides to head for the main building to get an early breakfast. He pauses for a moment to think as he enters the building. I don't know where the cafeteria is. Probably where all those students were headed to and coming from, yesterday afternoon. He recalls the crowd from the previous day flowing downwards down past the lobby level.

o—o

A sudden drain of energy has Keegan slinking down the stairs into the cafeteria, he makes it without tripping over his tired feet. Keegan takes a gander around the area. Noting the low amount of students, he concludes early morning breakfasts will be his new favourite time to eat. Keegan stumbles into the small line of students at the serving counter. Looking at the menu was odd for him. This is something straight out of a hospital menu. No joke.

A bit perplexed at the variety of meals he was glossing over, Keegan simply went with melon bread, taking a seat at the furthest table situated near adjacent to the window. Staring out the window mindlessly, Keegan unwrapped his cheaply-produced bread bun as his senses alerted him to a presence approaching.

"He-," A soft voice speaks that is stifled by a long yawn. "hey, Shiro right? Sitting alone?"

Keegan turns his head sluggishly to see Suzu standing there with a lunch tray, her free hand currently trying to wipe the evidence of the yawn out of her eyes. Oh hey. It's the cute girl from yesterday. The sleepy spectator. Heh. That's a good one.

"Morning, and double yeah. I enjoy the company of blissful solitude as opposed to pink-haired airheads. Keegan is fine, by the way."

She giggles lightly as she sets her tray down beside him. "Ah ok, I'm Suzu Suzuki. I'm o-okay with Suzu though. And you know, you shouldn't be so critical. Mikado isn't the one at fault."

Wonder what that means.

"Eh, being critical is a key component of my set of skills. It also enhances my ability to cut through social bullsh- wait. Mikado?"

"Shiina Mikado? Misha." Suzu clarifies as she begins to dig into her food.

Ahh. Mikado Shiina. Mi-Sh-a. That's pretty clever surprisingly. Unless to her, it just sounds cool. Which can also be a viable reason I guess. Still, though, I'm curious as to what Suzu means about Misha not being the one at fault. Is she that transparent or does my fellow breakfast-goer know more than she lets on? I figure, at this point, it's a healthy mix of both. Still am curious about another thing…

"So she and Hakamichi are a part of the student council?" He asks, beginning on his one breakfast item.

Suzu looks at him blankly. "They are the student council."

"As in..?"

"The sole members of it. There were a few more members during my time here, but seems Hakamichi drove them off." She states, returning to her breakfast.

"She seemed did seem like kind of a mother bear to Mikado. That have somethin-," Keegan attempts to suppress a yawn but fails to do so. "something to do with it?"

A smirk begins to slowly form on the narcoleptic girl's face. "No, I think that's its own whole other deal. Why? Interested in our illustrious student council?"

The plot thickens. I doubt that'll be relevant to me later on though. If they're the only two on the council, and after that shitty first impression I gave them; I should probably steer clear of them — I'd rather not start a feud with someone who holds any kind of official standing. She probably dislikes me quite enough already. That feels like an achievement for some reason.

"Nah. That sorta thing wouldn't suit someone who spends his days writing and ignoring the mess that is this world." He answers honestly, finishing his bread.

Her eyes brighten up at the response. "Writing, huh?"

He slowly nods his head.

"The literature club sounds like it'd suit you just fine, I'm a part of it."

That actually does.

"Literature club? Huh. That doesn't sound half-bad. Do they have any openings?" He questions as he balls up the plastic wrapper that contained his breakfast.

"Ye-! ...sort of. Not yet." She says with a sigh, her smile dampening.

My hopes and dreams! They're crushed! Of course, something I'd be interested in is overcrowded.

"Damn. Ah, no biggie. Clubs aren't really my thing. Too many people, yunno?"

"...yeah, I get what you mean."

She seems almost disappointed, but her own suggestion was doomed to fail from the start! I wonder why she even pointed out her club in the first place if it was full. Selective memory? Just forgot? Something else? Hard to tell.

I mean. She did say "not yet".

"Indeed. But hey, lemme know when there is an opening, yeah? If I was to join a club, a literature one would probably be it."

Suzu's smile returns to full strength she replies. "Yeah, I'll be sure to. And thanks, for yesterday."

Keegan stands up, a confused look begins to take shape before flipping to one of remembrance. Eh ...? ….Oh. The energy drink. Duh-doy. "Ah, don't mention it. Looked like you needed it." He says, lining up a clean shot into the nearest trash bin.

"I really did. I appreciate that."

He feels the overwhelming sensation of a grin starting to creep upon him. Damn it. Don't feel pleased with yourself over something so simple, ya tool.

Kobe! He launches the ball of bunched up plastic in a high arcing shot; only to have it expertly swatted back into his face by a sly girl.

Gah- fu..oh hey. A wild Komachi appears!

"Senpai! No littering!" Keegan's self-proclaimed helper scolds him.

Rubbing his face as he picks up the plastic wrapper-ball. "I'll have you know, that was a damn near perfect throw. One graced by the god of waste-bin basketball."

"Wow, I never knew narcissism peaks in the morning." The quippy kouhai comments.

"It's actually at its peak all the time, I just happen to never indulge it."

"Ugh." She says rolling her eyes with a feigned expression of dissatisfaction.

Suzu watches the scene unfold with intrigue.

"Oh. Komachi-chan, Suzu Suzuki - a classmate of mine."

"H-hi. Good to m-meet you, Suzuki-senpai!" Komachi bows gracefully.

She doesn't need to do that. Does meeting new people make her that nervous? She struck me as a bit of a social butterfly once she started talking. I suppose she wouldn't have stuck around me yesterday if that was the case.

"Right. Suzu, Komachi Hikigaya - my…," Well. I can't say friend; don't have any of those. Acquaintance? Nah, that just sounds demeaning to her trust in me. Companion? Tsk. Nope, haven't spent that much time together. I've never been one for defining relationships. The act alone seems like an abstract and pointless thing. Who really knows how to define a relationship? Is it when those involved in the said relationship agree to a definition? Or is it something that cannot be so tangibly explained? I feel the easier it is to define your relationship, the better the understanding is between those in the relationship. What the fuck was I on about? Oh. Komachi. Right, I guess the diplomatic approach is the best option here. "my fellow new transfer and a first-year."

Komachi gives Keegan a strange look, narrowing her eyes, a look he returns. What? You could've stepped in when I was pondering the intricacies of defining relationships.

"Just Suzu is fine, and it's nice to meet you too, Komachi. You got yourself a decent senpai on day one?" She questions with a playful tone.

Komachi sheds off her nervousness quickly. "I don't think it's wise to encourage Senpai, his narcissism might reach new lows."

"I think you mean 'highs'." Keegan chimes in, getting a stuck-out tongue from his kouhai for his comment.

"You're right, it would probably only make it worse." Ignoring the one-eyed student. Suzu continues.

"Completely and utterly."

The two giggle at the expense of Keegan, who can't help but smirk at the sight of Komachi getting along with his classmate.

I think my assessment turned out to be true after all. She just needs an adjustment period, I suppose. I imagine most people who come here will need one of those at some point.

The girls continue to converse as Keegan slips away to dispose of his garbage properly, looking back at the previous sight; the two being immersed in their conversation. A feeling of pride and satisfaction begins to swell within the loner as he exits the cafeteria, heading up the stairs towards the lobby.

She'll do just fine here, I believe. Either way, I'll help if she needs it. I think she deserves that much at the very least.