Ryuko sighed softly to herself as she walked towards her new school. Her new uniform hung over her frame, fitting it rather snugly as it was designed to, drawing attention to her curves in ways that no outfit she'd ever worn before did. She tried to ignore that, but she couldn't help but observe that - somehow - the closed eyes on the outfit had migrated to the blouse just under the shoulder cape, causing said cape to shade them like eyelids. She wasn't sure whether she found the fact it happened more amusing, or Iori's flabbergasted expression when it was called to his attention.
Her sister Satsuki walked to her left, looking phenomenal as she always did in the new outfit, her short black hair framing her head perfectly and taking away none of the inherent majesty she exuded when she walked with her usual confidence. On Ryuko's right, Mako practically bounced along, her handbag swinging back and forth on the outside, an irrepressible smile on her face as she hummed along to something she was listening to on a music player that Nonon had given her as a housewarming gift. Officially, it was to open her to the world of music. Unofficially, it was to get her to shut up while listening. Both had failed, from Nonon's perspective, as Mako found joy in songs Nonon would barely qualify as music and sung aloud to it whenever she forgot she had headphones in.
Nonon walked at Satsuki's other side, the diminutive pink-haired girl still managing to look like a pixie in the uniform of the new school. She had a flute case in addition to her handbag, and seemed rather put out. This was likely due to Satsuki's insistence that she only bring one musical instrument with her until she was actually part of a music club at the new school, and only if she were playing more in the club. Uzu walked on Nonon's other side, his jacket hanging open and his bamboo sword resting on his shoulder. Despite several comments about the attention it would draw, he insisted on carrying it openly.
Hoka had left for school several hours before, when the sun wasn't even up. He was apparently planning on meeting them at the school, after he'd set up whatever 'security' and 'observation' gear he felt he needed for while they were there. Ryuko had pointed out the trouble he'd get in if he was caught or if his devices were discovered...and finally broken the silence when everyone stared at her over that. She was not happy about that bit.
She did turn her eyes back to where Ira walked behind the group, hulking over them more literally than usual as he was dressed in a bright green track suit. "So why are you coming with us, anyway?" she asked curiously. "I thought you were too old for high school and were getting a job?"
"I did," Ira responded readily. "I'm Kuoh Academy's new gym teacher and guidance counselor."
Ryuko struggled not to laugh as she imagined him hulking over a desk asking terrified students what they intended to do with their lives. She failed. "Invest in stain remover or plastic chair covers!" she finally managed to gasp out, causing Nonon to laugh teasingly as well.
"I have brought plenty," Ira responded readily, which set Uzu off in laughter.
"We're all gonna be there?" Mako squealed excitedly. "Oh, this song's perfect for today, Ryuko-chan!" Pulling out one of her earbuds, she promptly shoved it into Ryuko's ear.
Ryuko rolled her eyes. Had it been anyone but her, that level of force would likely have damaged her ears if not torn it off. But having long adapted to the level of force Mako casually used without thinking, her Life Fibers automatically responded to her closeness by toughening anything she touched just in case she could manage to clear her natural damage resistance. She relaxed as she listened to the song begin.
Four years, you think for sure
That's enough to endure
She chuckled as she recognized the song. "Yeah, it does fit," she observed, finding herself able to relax now as they approached the school gates. The school itself didn't look at all unusual, rather generic as far as Japanese High Schools went, with the only thing of interest being an older school building at one corner of the grounds that showed signs of recent use...and seemed to have an odd energy around it. Something about it set off Ryuko's instincts...
...so she promptly decided to ignore it. She wasn't going to go looking for trouble. She was going to enjoy high school with her girlfriend, her sister, and her entourage without trying to solve every mystery that showed up. An almost all-girls school with a few boys involved was going to be complicated enough without turning over every unusual rock she came across. She parted ways with the rest of the group with a smile as they headed for their various classes. Nonon was in first year, Satsuki and Sageyama were in third year, and the rest of them were in second year...though Ryuko and Mako were in one class while Hoka was in another. It would be...nice sharing a class with Mako again. She'd have to make sure she got a seat next to her, to make sure she didn't fall asleep in class again.
Nonon calmly made her way into her class. She was confident in herself, but could already see she was going to be one of the smallest students in the class. While this didn't intimidate her at all, she knew if she wanted to establish herself, trying to dominate the class right off the bat would probably get her laughed at and turned into the school laughing stock. As such, she was glad to see one of the students was closer to her size, a hazel-eyed, white-haired girl who was almost the same size as herself. Walking up to her, however, Nonon discovered - much to her frustration - that the girl was slightly taller than her without the platforms she was used to wearing. Steeling herself against it, she made an effort to be friendly. "Hi!" she greeted warmly. "I'm Nonon Jakuzure. I'm new to the school. Pleased to meet you!" She held out her hand eagerly.
The girl looked at her silently, no expression on her face, before hopping off the desk she was sitting on. "Koneko Toujou," she offered in a quiet monotone. "I'm glad to have you here."
"You are?" Nonon asked in surprise. "Why?"
The girl looked down at Nonon, and then at herself, before crossing her arms under her relatively small bust. "I'm not the smallest in the school anymore," she said simply, pushing her arms together. "In more ways than one."
Nonon let out an angry squawk as the rest of the class tittered. This was not how she wanted things to start, and it was taking all her self control not to punch the pale girl.
Hoka frowned behind his popped collar where it closed around his mouth. He'd already taken his seat in his class, and he was keeping his eyes on the only student in the class that proved...interesting. Yuuto Kiba was blonde haired, blue eyed, handsome, gallant, and well mannered...and seemed completely oblivious to the fact that nearly every girl in his year was head over heels for him. However, none of this interested Hoka so much as the fact that he was the first male student enrolled in the school...and the timing seemed to indicate that the school was opened to let males enroll specifically so he could enroll. He was also a member of the Occult Research Club, which seemed to have all the students that everyone swooned over as members. Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Koneko Toujou...and Yuuto Kiba. On top of that, they held their meetings in the old school building, the one that gave off the odd energy readings...the one that none of his observation devices functioned in.
And on top of that, his observations had shown Yuuto seeming to...vanish when no one was looking. It was...interesting. He would continue to observe before reporting his findings to Lady Satsuki. After all, it wouldn't be until lunch at the earliest that he had a chance to meet with her...no, make that after school. She would be establishing herself at the school, and would not be using her lunch time to establish either connections or dominance. That was her way.
The air in the classroom remained tense. Satsuki and Uzu had stepped in, the clack of her heel heralding her arrival echoed by Uzu's sword point clacking against the floor as he braced himself on it. Across the classroom were a pair of voluptuous beauties who were the focus of the class's attentions, one with hair as black as midnight, the other's hair red as blood. The four were now staring each other down, and the tension of the confrontation had left everyone else in the classroom - teacher included - afraid to say anything to disturb the stand off. The slightest shift could spark an intense confrontation, or a peaceful meeting, and it was anyone's guess which way that would go.
Ryuko sighed as she slumped into her chair. She could feel something odd was going on in the school, forces just waiting to explode into a conflict as big as anything she encountered at Honnoji Academy...and she wasn't anywhere near it. She didn't know whether to be frustrated or relieved. On top of that, there were three boys in her class she'd already pegged as total perverts, and had ignored their attempts at getting a 'look' at her and Mako since she could see the bruises other girls had inflicted on them still fading. If things remained this boring, maybe it would be Mako keeping her awake in class-
"Ryuko-chan!" Mako squealed out excitedly as she dive-tackled her, only Ryuko's natural toughness and stiffening up in response keeping the smaller girl from knocking her out of her chair. Mako'd cleared three desks in that leap.
Rolling her eyes, she returned the embrace with one arm as she braced herself with the other. "What's got you so excited, Mako-chan?" she asked curiously.
"I made some new friends!" Mako declared happily, gesturing to...the three perverted boys.
"Seriously?" one of the other girls in class declared in shock. "Why would you befriend those perverts?"
"Because Motohama here-" Mako declared as she hopped onto a desk next to the one in glasses, pointing down at him from above. "-reminds me of Papa! And Matsuda here-" She leapt onto the back of the taller other boy, who seemed somewhat muscular and kept his hair close shaved. "-reminds me of Mataro!"
Ryuko couldn't help but chuckle. She did see something of a resemblance in the way the pair carried themselves. And when she glanced at the way the third boy looked somewhat whipped, having taken the majority of the beatings plainly-
"And Issei here reminds me of Guts!" Mako concluded as she hugged him from one side with one arm while patting his head with her other hand.
Ryuko refused to explain why she fell over laughing. She wasn't entirely sure why it was that funny, but it seemed somehow appropriate.