Masters Academy
Lunchtime

𝅘𝅥𝅮 - Mayoi

The first few periods of the day flew by - Maths and Literacy weren't the easiest, but he had already covered the topics they were learning about at his previous school. His mind constantly wandered to the girl who directed him to his class. The girl who puzzled him. He had never felt like this towards anyone else, not from his last school and certainly not this one.

Speaking of which, Viale was only a day in and he had made multiple enemies. Viale had Maths B with Mr Zeppeli, who Viale had a suspicion of. He didn't know what Zeppeli had against him, but Viale was convinced that he himself didn't do anything to piss him off, so he came to the conclusion that the surname attached to his given name was making a teacher try to kick him out. That is to say, Zeppeli is someone his father's side of the family had pissed off in the past. Or maybe

Speaking of his father's side: Viale hadn't heard much about his heritage. He knew that his father wasn't actually Italian, but rather British-Japanese (British on his father's side, Japanese on his mother's side). He also knew that on official documents 'Giorno Giovanna' was named 'Haruno Shiobana', therefore Viale's grandmother was named Shiobana, too. He had never met the woman himself, but he knew Giorno didn't like to talk about her.

One thing Giorno had told his son about was his grandfather. His name was Jonathan Joestar, a British nobleman who died young at sea. Some of the information didn't line up, however, as the last known British Jonathan Joestar recorded on the internet passed away in early 1889. On the odd chance that Viale brought up his grandfather, Giorno would always curtly tell him that he was a hero to many. This only left Viale with more questions than the answers he sought.

These were some things in Viale's mind as he exited the school gate for his hour of lunchtime break. He didn't have any friends, so he opted to explore the surroundings. When he arrived at the school, he was more focused on its appearance rather than the location and surroundings. Master's Academy (Accademia Magistrale) was situated within walking distance from the famous part of Venice, in Favaro Veneto. If Viale so wanted to, he could take a dip in the canals and get every disease known to man due to the water being so dirty.

The school grounds themselves were rather vast, with the main building and dorms being the centre of attraction. Along the fences far from the main establishment sat many sports fields - soccer, American football, tennis, athletics, and interestingly, a proper fencing setup. At lunchtime, many of the fields were being used. Viale fancied himself quite the runner, with a decently good record at his old school. Not enough for major praise, but nonetheless a useful skill.

The road out of his school featured many things. It seemed that his school's location was not considered as wealthy as the school. In fact, it reminded him of home. The alleyways encroaching the school were dingy and shady - somewhere the best and most respected of people resided. That being gangsters and the homeless. Back in Naples, Viale constantly saw these kinds of people, but many of them never took Viale as a target - Viale figured it was his stature compelling the low-lives to keep their knives to themselves.

Amidst the hustle-and-bustle of this back-end of Venice, Viale noticed a rather fancy-looking grand hotel that looked as if it wanted to fit in with the school wealth-wise. Viale questioned its poor choice of positioning but dismissed it otherwise.

In conclusion, Viale… didn't know what to think of the new area. On one hand, the facilities provided by the school were appreciated (though Viale didn't think he'd ever have use for them), and the school grounds itself were up to his standard. On the other hand, he found it likely he'd be shanked on the way home from the supermarket.

But that was a chance he was willing to take. Gotta get those groceries.

He was barely even paying attention to the content. Most of his time in class was spent discreetly pranking his classmates. His current personal favourite was watching gleefully as the guy next to him thought he kept dropping or knocking his pencil off the table. In reality, ｢Mr. Blue Sky｣ was putting the target's pencil just barely inside the bottom of the table, only when he was distracted, and lifted its ability every time to make the pencil drop out of the table and clammer to the floor. He missed the student he was messing with glaring up a storm when his back was turned.

Amidst the fun, the blonde's mind was thrown back to a time where his father's friend would do similar pranks. Now that he thought about it, the pink-haired friend was likely using her Stand to pull them off. Viale was no genius when he was a five-year-old, to be fair. He didn't know why that thought popped into his mind at that moment, but it was nice to remember that simpler time.

"Heisenburg's principle of uncertainty is the theory that dictates the relationship between waves and matter…"

The teacher's voice slowly faded away as Viale lost concentration. He was bored of playing jokes on his classmates. His mind was occupied by thoughts of Amicio, his literal trash Stand, and the arrow that everyone but him seemed to want. Polnareff had told him that the arrow was known to awaken Stands in those who were pierced. He couldn't sleep after the fight – hundreds of 'what ifs' plagued his mind. What if Amicio had ambushed him? What if he was a bit later to return to his dorm? What if–

"Giovanna!" Viale snapped awake as he realised he had been dozing off. The teacher was his least favourite part of this class, and the cocky look on his face because he caught Viale asleep was all the most aggravating. "Could you tell me what's wrong with this equation?"

Viale squinted whilst he read the whiteboard. It seems like his class had moved on to wave principles while he was off in his dreams. Viale sat up as he read the whiteboard that the teacher had written an equation on. After looking once again at the arrogant teacher, Viale decided no mercy.

"Wavelength should be divided by period instead of multiplied." Before the teacher could respond, he added, "and before you ask, period times wave speed equals wavelength."

A few classmates giggled, but the teacher waved them off.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright, I want this essay done by Monday, class!"

Viale grumbled as he mentally put another task on his 'to do' list. Although physics was his favourite subject, that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed the mountains of homework he had to wade his way through on a weekly basis.

Local Park
Afternoon

𝅘𝅥𝅮 - Morioh in the Early Afternoon

Life was boring for Sana Rossi. The rare break in the monotony was what she lived for. School was the exception to this, as she was learning things every day. However, Sana believed she'd been at Master's Academy for too long, and the co-curricular volunteering had long grown repetitive. The only one she could stomach was the cafeteria duty, as she got to greet and talk to many people.

It was rather uncommon for Master's Academy to gain a new student midway through the semester. It was difficult to get in at the start of the term - the school was highly prestigious. There was a large waitlist, high fees, and while the location was not the greatest, the facilities cost a mortgage-and-a-half for parents and guardians. Sana was lucky enough to scrape together a scholarship in sciences.

Then, somehow, Giovanna showed up. No one knew where he came from - the minimal interactions he had with people yielded no new information. The only true connections he'd made was with Sana herself, to which she had no idea how that happened. Viale often came to her with questions, whether about people, timetables, activities, or whatever seemed to pop into his head.

Currently, Sana was watching Viale pass by her through the park near the Academy. Unfortunately, it was just as much a dump as the rest of the neighbourhood - barring the Academy, of course. The environmentalists of the school were advocating for a school-wide clean up of the park that was one a bright, green nature walk. Viale did not notice Sana staring; he had earphones in, presumably listening to music or something or rather. He had a skip in his step and a bop in his head, shamelessly enjoying whatever he was listening to.

Sana decided to greet him, as he had to her all those times. Just before he strolled away from her, she got up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, GioGio," she put on her best smile. He stopped abruptly and swivelled around, "having fun?"

"Miss Rossi, hello," his eyes widened. To her annoyance, he didn't take his earphones out, "how's your day?"

"Good thanks, uh," she raised her hand to her ears, referring to Viale's earphones, "whatcha listening to?"

"Huh, oh– nothing, actually," he admitted, "I just like them so people don't bother me when I'm out."

"Am I bothering you, then?"

He sputtered, "You? No, just let me…" he took out his earphones and tied them up, "There we go. So, Miss Rossi, what brings you here?"

"I was just heading back, actually, lunchtime is almost over, after all."

Viale checked his wrist, 'Fancy watch.' Sana thought.

"Yeah, I guess it is," the two stand in silence.

…

…

…

"Well, I guess we better get going, then,"

"I'm sorry, Scuderio, I just can't let you do this."

"This is a mistake, Esposito – you know that."

"It's too dangerous; too risky! You'll risk everything you've built over the past decade! It's just… not worth it."

"Are you saying she wasn't worth it, Datore?"

"..."

"That's what I thought."

"...I won't let you use this school for something this nefarious, Scuderio. It's not happening."

"Fine. I will look elsewhere. But know this: we are not done."

To Be Continued ===