Kabuno's eyebrows rose as he heard his name called.
"Yeeeeeeeeees?" He turned to see a student with long brown hair and he gave her a smile.
"Ah, a new student? My, we have so many new faces this year. Come dear, we have an event to go to!" Kabuno motioned to follow the rest of the students and began walking himself.
Miyako gave a small huff when Yuuki went by. Though she appreciated the praise and attention, the guy said that to every girl. When the classes converged in the hallway, Miyako noticed Takama in the distance and narrowed her eyes at the back of his head. Though it wasn't guaranteed, about 90% of the exercises were competitive, and Miyako wasn't going to lose. Especially not to Takama. As they reached the end of the hallway and exited the building, the courtyard came into view. Many of the first years would be astonished, but the older students wouldn't be surprised.
Sand covered the entire area, and nets were spread methodically in rows and columns. Along the wall of the building they just left were rows and rows of swimsuits, along with some changing rooms at the end. Before the swimsuits was a simple desk with a clipboard and pencil. A chuckle resounded throughout the courtyard as a figure seemed to come flying out of nowhere. It was the headmaster, dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit that showed all of her cleavage.
[rainbow]
"Ah! It is time my dears! Time to begin bonding with your fellow musicians![/rainbow]
[rainbow]
Today's exercise will be...Intense Beach Volleyball![/rainbow]
[rainbow]
The rules are quite simple. Everyone will pick a partner.[/rainbow]
[rainbow]
Then you will face students as you work your way to the top![/rainbow]
[rainbow]
Who will win? Those with a strong heart, a stronger bond, and no fear!"[/rainbow] Ruka motioned to the rows of swimsuits.
[rainbow]
"All second and third years, your swimsuits from the previous year are all ready for you![/rainbow]
[rainbow]
I'm sure you remember what you wore last year, right?[/rainbow]
[rainbow]
As for first years and transfer students, line up single file at that desk and you will sign up for a brand new swimsuit![/rainbow]
[rainbow]
Good luck, and may the most bonded win!"[/rainbow] In a puff of smoke, the headmaster was gone.
Miyako scanned the swimsuits to find hers. Most idols went with their trademark color, and Miyako was no different. Finally she spotted it and brought it to the changing rooms. It was a gold one-piece with a small skirt attached to the bottom. It showed a tiny bit of cleavage as the straps, lined with very simple frills of the same color, came up and tied around the back of her neck. Normally Miyako would be raging at having to wear something so revealing, but these events were always different. It was a competition, and the desire to win consumed her. Everything else meant nothing, even her attire. As she exited the changing room, she walked into the group congregating near the entrance to the school. Miyako scanned the students, unsure of who to pair with. Misaki was usually a good go-to, she could actually handle Miyako's rougher side. However, this was volleyball, and having a tall guy would be helpful at the net. As Miyako stood pondering the situation, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Doesn't matter who you pair with, you're going to lose." Miyako whipped around to find Takama in dark red swim trunks. Beside him was Sokoro in a matching pair except they were baby blue. Miyako's face scrunched as she stared up at the young man.
"Not today Takama! I will destroy you and everything you hold dear!" Miyako's face soften as she looked to Sokoro.
"No offense." As Takama and Miyako continued to insult each other back and forth, Sokoro slipped away and noticed Misaki standing nearby. He walked up to her and gave her a smile.
"I'm worried about you pairing with Miyako. You know how she gets during these kinds of events. Would you like to pair together instead?"
Yosuke looked over the crowd in his black and white checkered swim trunks. When asked what his trademark color was, he just shrugged. He hadn't thought much on his desired color, his bright orange hair making it difficult to pick a good one. So instead he got his favorite pattern. He wasn't quite sure who to pair with. Being a first year, he didn't know a single soul. However, he spotted a familiar face, a small girl with lavender hair. He remembered her being on the composer side in class, and he would eventually need a composer. Might as well start now. He walked up to her, and blushed a tiny bit.
"Hey, um...nice swimsuit? Anyway, I was thinking...you know...maybe we should pair up? Being first years and all, it would make the most sense."
Gurima stared into the crowd, girls giggling at his odd fashion. Thanks to the headmaster's odd sense of humor, Gurima's swim suit was actually a leopard loin cloth. Though the man looked perturbed, truth was, he was actually quite excited. He loved these events. Being the tallest one at the school, he was handy in the sporting events the headmaster held. It also meant he would have a partner. A few of the guys who wanted to win were trying to get his attention, but Gurima wouldn't even look in their direction. He wanted to pair with someone who could actually use his help, like a girl or a short boy. However, the more timid girls, first years and up, avoided his gaze, the new girls whispering to their friends about the scary guy staring at them. Though not evident on his face, the comments were getting him down.
Maybe I should just pair with a guy...
Standing among a small group of females, Ryouji had a finger to his chin as he tried to pick his possible partner. He wore light yellow swim trunks, his trademark yellow scarf still wrapped around his neck. Near the group was Hanako in a white bikini with a small ribbon connecting the front pieces. She eyed the young flirt, making sure he didn't get too touchy-feely with the girls surrounding him.
Talking together were three girls, one third year and two first years.
Nanami wore a light lavender one-piece that looked like a kimono. If anyone stared at her long enough, they would see her steal glances at Amane.
Kimiki wore a pinkish-red one-piece, the most basic looking one possible. When Nanami asked why she wore something so simple, Kimiki merely replied,
"Because people should be drawn to my adorable face, not my body."
Tarina wore a light green bikini with white horizontal strips. She was the quiet one out of the group, and there didn't appear to be any expression on her face. It was blank, like nothing seemed to interest her.
Two first year boys were together much to the despair of the blue-haired one.
Fubato had a questionable choice of fashion. He wore skin tight black swimming shorts with a swim cap. resting on his forehead was a pair of goggles.
Roido wore red swim trunks, the brightest red imaginable. The brunette snickered at Fubato.
"Six-eyes." Fubato glared at Roido.
"You have glasses yourself, so how does that 'insult' entertain you?" Roido laughed and slapped Fubato on the back.
"Not insult, joke!" Roido wrapped an arm around the blue-haired boy in a brotherly fashion.
"Come on, have a little fun!" Fubato sighed.
"Fun is not required to write music. This whole 'bonding experience' is a farce." Fubato continued to brood as his spiky-haired 'friend' continued to laugh lightly.
"Haha...six-eyes...haha..."
A group of three first year boys huddled together, trying to decide what to do next.
Meek Roroma tried scanning the crowd, but whenever someone made eye contact, he instantly blushed and looked to the ground. He just wasn't good in social situations, but he hoped that coming here would help him get over his fears. It certainly didn't help that he was half-naked. He wore simple black swim trunks with thin yellow designs. He nervously rubbed his left arm, waiting to see if someone would pair with him.
Next to Roroma was the hyperactive Kumaru. He wore pure white swim trunks with a red rose on his left hip. He was jumping in place, looking through all of the possible partners. He just couldn't decide what adorable girl he wanted to pair with. Maybe he could just have a team full of girls and he could be the leader? That would be the best possible outcome in his mind. Whenever a girl looked at him, he'd give her the puppy eyes, trying to entice her over with his adorable, childish nature.
On the other side of Roroma was the suave, calm Daisuke. He wore dark brown swim trunks with his bright red bandana still in his hair. Though he appeared confident, he was actually quite nervous. He was still new to this whole idol business, and he feared he didn't have nearly the kind of presence required to attract the opposite gender. It didn't help that many of these girls were idols themselves, which meant they probably had even higher standards. So he stood silently, staring off into the distance.
Three third years stood together, conversing with each other instead of looking for partners.
Hiro stood, his regal look often attracting the attention of the first years. It was rumored that he was actually the prince of a foreign country, or at least the reincarnation of one. He wore salmon pink swim trunks with a maroonish-black jacket with salmon pink flowers. Hiro was one of the only men with his upper body covered, which most found odd. However, Hiro didn't care what they thought. He hated having his chest exposed, which many claimed would ruin his chances at becoming a true idol. He had a neutral face, which contrasted with the other two. He just didn't care much for these events.
Tomo, the shortest third year male at only 5'4", made a comment on the situation.
"Well, at least the nets aren't on fire this year." The boy lightly shuddered as he recalled his first year at the academy. Tomo wore dark orange swim trunks with a orange-yellow cloth hanging from his front left hip to the back. He fiddled with the hair clips holding his bangs to the side, making sure they were secure. Though obviously male, Tomo had a more feminine look to him, and on very rare occasions, was mistaken for his fraternal twin sister. Lucky for him, she had entered the academy a year earlier, so she was already in show business now and far from him. However, this meant for the first time since coming to the academy, he didn't have a partner.
Satoshi lightly laughed at Tomo's comment as he ran a hand through his silky brown hair. He wore turquoise swim trunks with dark green vertical lines going down each leg. Known to many as the rival of Ryouji, Satoshi was mature and considerate. He offered a smile to all, though it wasn't always genuine. He could draw a crowd like Ryouji, but Satoshi was not one to flirt. He merely respected the ladies and they loved it. He had turned down a few girls already, mainly he had a secret desire to win. He was honestly thinking of pairing with Gurima, but the man seemed intent on getting a girl. Satoshi smirked to himself.
What a glutton for punishment.[/hr][/hr][/hr][/hr][/hr][/hr][/hr][/hr]
