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First Day Time Second Period

Dull.

That was the word for it. It was the atmosphere surrounding Class E.

Not long after that awkward bit about her empty stomach making itself known, she realized something. She was right.

Although, yes, she did get to eat at least before all those curious looking ones descended on her person. Okay, they were a mere two, probably three bites. Her unopened book abandoned at her left. She'd look at forlornly if she wasn't so blank.

Now that she thought about it, how fast did they consume their own lunches, anyway? Never mind, she thought as one bubbly girl walked to her side.

"Hiya! Kurahashi Hinano da*!" A hand was shove to her face by the smiling girl with short wavy orange hair and peridot green eyes.

Not seeing the need to re-introduce herself, she merely took the offered hand with her right and quietly said, "Hello."

Despite Azalea's lack of enthusiasm, Kurahashi was undeterred. She was encourage to talk to the transfer even more. The emotionless girl did take her offered hand, it was something, right?

"Soooo, Cere-sere-sute-san is from where in Europe?" Kurahashi stuttered her name trying to pronounce it the way their teacher says it, but was failing. The smile on her face was present still.

"Azalea."

"Eh?" Green eyes looked at Azalea in confusion. Every other curious classmates were just listening in on them. Confusion also on their faces.

"You can call me Azalea. Everyone can call me that." Azalea says, addressing not only Kurahashi but every eavesdropping classmates as well, who at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"E-za-re-a-san, then." Kurahashi carefully pronouncing her name. Her smile was widening even more now.

"Also, Southwest part of Europe." Azalea says, answering Kurahashi's earlier question. It was inevitable anyway. She was already resigning herself to hearing an 'R' in her name, instead of an 'L'.

It was at that moment did Shiota Nagisa thought that the pink haired girl's answer of where she came from was weird. 'Why didn't she answer with a country's name?' He thought.

Seeing the other girl contemplate her answer and the pause in their conversation, Azalea took some chicken from her bento using her fork before taking a bite. Its flavorful stringy texture invading her mouth. Movement in front of her caught her attention.

Azalea's eyes darted forward to see brown eyes gazing hungrily at her, wait no, not at her. It was a bit unexpected at the same time not unexpected to see another look so hungrily at her packed lunch. An would be proud. Making up her mind, she picked up her lunch in her right hand before offering,

"Hara-san can have some, if she wants to."

"Is it alright?" Hara's voice responded. Although, the bigger girl was going for the reluctant visage, she was failing. Her lunch did look appetizing after all. An would definitely be proud now.

"Hai" Azalea didn't think she could eat all of the food in her bento anyway. Kurahashi had just stood back and was watching them. Smile still on her face. The others, well, they were watching still.

The other girl taking the offered bento carefully. Her brown eyes shining in delight at the artful way the bento was designed. The food looked delicious. Its smell was mouthwatering. Hara took just a small bit, restraining herself from taking if not all, then a big portion. The action made amusement flash from Azalea's eyes before it quickly disappeared, replaced by an emotionless stare.

After returning back the bento, Hara immediately put the food in her mouth. Tasting its flavor, she said, "It's delicious! Did you make it, Ezarea-san?"

No longer seeing the need to keep their distance, the eavesdropping bunch stood near Azalea's table then. Azalea saw them from the corner of her right eye before quickly answering Hara'question.

"No, An made it."

"An?" One of her classmates couldn't help but utter. It was the blue haired boy.

"An is my guardian." Azalea simply said, taking another bite from her food. Her violet eyes staring at the boy's azure eyes. Her stare must have its usual unnerving effect, since he had immediately looked elsewhere.

In front of her, Hara was gushing about wanting to meet An. An, according to her, was probably a very kind motherly woman. Oh well, at least none of them, asked about why she was living with a guardian instead of a mother and a father. Yet. It was probably at the tip of that blue haired boy's tongue, if she looked close enough.

The green haired girl beside him immediately stepped forward with a hand offered to her. A smile on her face, she said, "Kayano Kaede desu! This guy here," gesturing to the blue haired boy, "is Shiota Nagisa. Then, there's the class representatives. You know them already~ So there's…"

Kayano went off introducing practically everyone. Why no one bothered to do this earlier, Azalea had no idea. Some inclined their head when introduced or some other gesture in a sign to acknowledge her, others offered their hand to her, the rest, well, ignored her.

The yellow octopus was competent enough to teach, despite his lack of humanly features. The group that approached her were the friendly sort, despite being too curious. The class representatives seemed welcoming, despite them being, hmmm, too ikemen. Okay, to those two, she sees no bad side. Yet.

Obviously, she had a bad habit, her emotionless eyes wandered around the room. Nope, it wasn't being a pessimist. It was a habit of practically ignoring what was right in front of her. Looks can be deceiving afterall.

A handsome face. A half smile. Dark blue eyes. A mafia boss.

A kind face. A relaxing smile. Cold dark eyes. A professional assassin.

The best two examples of the statement, looks can be deceiving.

Still keeping an ear open to the babbling friendly sort. What her eyes saw in the rest of her classmates was just how dull they were. They were lacking in luster. Not because they were at the bottom of the barrel in this institute known as school, it was because they look like they've just given up hope. Like this current situation, will be what is to come for them. It was as if they had no right to hope.

This dullness was probably the norm in the class. In short, the friendliness of the group in front of her was just for today.

Yes, come tomorrow or a few days. They would probably be dull again.

"School will be fun. I promise." A kind woman's voice said to her that fateful night. Momentarily, Azalea closes her eyes.

"So, how long have you been in Japan, Ezarea-san?" Azalea hears Kayano ask. Looking at the other, Azalea answers.

"A week or so."

"Eh? But your Japanese is so good." A blonde blue eyed girl comments. It was Nakamura Rio, if she wasn't mistaken.

"I've been here a few times in the past. I've learned Japanese then."

'Liar.' Azalea thought.

And she didn't know who she was calling a liar. That kind woman in the past or herself.

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*da - da is the informal term for desu.