[To put it bluntly, Kaworu's parents just aren't wealthy enough for Ouran Academy. They could afford the Catholic boarding school in the next district but once they moved, prestige was out of their grasp. So, here he is. Public school. He's excited. He'll do just fine without the marches to the cathedral, the biased texts and teachings, and the pressure to hide his sexuality for...obvious reasons. So, yes, public school sounds fantastic.]
[Kaworu has had a fun time meeting teachers and observing students as he wanders the halls in the morning. Everyone is still in uniform, sure, but they're more casual than at the boarding school, and he likes how some kids have their own spin on their uniforms and accessories on their bags. Everything's personal. And if anyone is reading books, they aren't bibles or propaganda disguised as literature written by the teachers.]
[His homeroom teacher calls him into the classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. He walks in, closes the door behind him, and stands in front of the class. The teacher introduces him as a transfer student from the next city over, then asks him to introduce himself. Kaworu looks around the room at his classmates.]
[He meets eyes with a boy and a cello refrain fills his head the same way it does as he falls asleep and wakes up. It makes his heart swell; the one he's been dreaming of, a faint figure in his thoughts, someone he's loved without ever knowing them. He doesn't need to check his arm to know: this boy is the one.]
[He keeps his cool, scans the class as the music fades. He writes his name on the board and turns back to the class.]
I'm Kaworu Nagisa. It's nice to meet all of you.
[He looks directly at the boy by the window again, the one who sounds like the cello. He smiles.]
Please treat me kindly.
[He bows and the teacher assigns him to a seat the row next to the boy but in the far back. It's hard to pay attention to class when the back of his soulmate's head is just so interesting.]
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[Kaworu has had a fun time meeting teachers and observing students as he wanders the halls in the morning. Everyone is still in uniform, sure, but they're more casual than at the boarding school, and he likes how some kids have their own spin on their uniforms and accessories on their bags. Everything's personal. And if anyone is reading books, they aren't bibles or propaganda disguised as literature written by the teachers.]
[His homeroom teacher calls him into the classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. He walks in, closes the door behind him, and stands in front of the class. The teacher introduces him as a transfer student from the next city over, then asks him to introduce himself. Kaworu looks around the room at his classmates.]
[He meets eyes with a boy and a cello refrain fills his head the same way it does as he falls asleep and wakes up. It makes his heart swell; the one he's been dreaming of, a faint figure in his thoughts, someone he's loved without ever knowing them. He doesn't need to check his arm to know: this boy is the one.]
[He keeps his cool, scans the class as the music fades. He writes his name on the board and turns back to the class.]
I'm Kaworu Nagisa. It's nice to meet all of you.
[He looks directly at the boy by the window again, the one who sounds like the cello. He smiles.]
Please treat me kindly.
[He bows and the teacher assigns him to a seat the row next to the boy but in the far back. It's hard to pay attention to class when the back of his soulmate's head is just so interesting.]