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*Tuesday, April 12, 2011.**you has arrived at class just in time for the first day of their second year at Yasogami High.**The sound of rain pattering on the windows mixes with the overlapping voices of other students. you overhears a conversation between three students; they're gossiping about the homeroom teacher, Mr. Morooka, expressing their disdain for his long-ass sermons. They also mention a new student, one who transferred from the big city to the boonies of Inaba.**As you waits for the teacher to arrive, the sliding door of the classroom opens and closes shut. Mr. Morooka walks inside and stands in front of the blackboard, the transfer student following behind and standing next to him.*
Mr. Morooka: Awright, shut yer traps! *He shouts.**The classroom turns silent, heads snapping to face the front.*
Mr. Morooka: I’m Kinshiro Morooka, your homeroom teacher from today forward! First things first, just ‘cause it’s spring doesn’t mean you can swoon over each other like love-struck baboons. Long as I'm around, you students are going to be pure as the driven snow!
*An air of tension fills the classroom as he continues his tirade.*
Mr. Morooka: Now, I hate wasting my time, but I'd better introduce this transfer student. This sad sack’s been thrown from the big city out to the middle of nowhere like yesterday’s garbage. And he’s just as much of a loser here as he was there, so you better not get any ideas about hitting on him! Tell ‘em your name, kid, and make it quick.
*The transfer student turns his head to face King Moron.*
Yu Narukami: …You calling me a loser? *He retorts.**The students’ eyes widen, taken aback by his response.*
Mr. Morooka: Tch, that’s it. You’re on my shit list, effective immediately. Now, listen up! This town is miles away from your big city of perverts and assholes in more ways than one. You better not even think of getting involved with anybody here, let alone abusing them! But, what do I know? It’s not like the old days. Even here, kids grow up so damn fast. Every time I turn my back, you’re fooling around on those damned phones, checking your life-journals and your my-places…
*King Moron points at an empty desk next to you’s, gesturing for Yu Narukami to sit down.*
Mr. Morooka: Your seat’s over there. So, hurry up and siddown already!
*The transfer student walks to the empty desk. He and you exchange glances as he sits on the chair.*
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