Kitsume Yobu hadn't been at the Academy very long. She felt honestly that she didn't belong here, but after her father had come into a great amount of money, he'd immediately sent her here, explaining that it was the best of the best and she deserved the best. His words, not hers. It was Summer Break, meaning no one was here- they'd all gone home- so she was free to explore and get used to the routes she'd use to get to her class. and other various rooms of the building. She wondered what extracurricular groups they'd have, and if she'd feel right joining any of them. She looked around, her bob-cut brown hair bouncing as she used the tiles on the floor to make her feet do a little jig out of boredom. She wondered if there was a music club. Oh, maybe they had a choir! She loved choir. Her mother had taught her to sing before the divorce... now she barely saw her. Kitsume looked around and saw, at the end of a hallway, a large set of double doors. The sign above it read Music Room #3. She grinned as she hopscotched toward it and pulled the doors open, fully expecting an abandon band room. What she got was much more. With a gush of wind- rose scented?- and a flurry of flower petals, she was blinded by a bright light. When it died down, she saw the oddest thing. A group of seven young men, posing as if for a picture. They were all almost unnaturally good looking, but one made her heart skip. In the back, there was a tall young man with dark hair and a nearly vacant expression on his face, but he was still looking at her. Just like the rest of them. "U-Uhm, I'm sorry I guess I h-have the wrong room!" She bowed deeply, apologetic for intruding on... whatever it was they were doing.