♠ Your name: Sammich ♠ # of submission: 1 ♠ Title of submission: Not Another Colors Dating Sim ♠ Characters: Murasaki-dono, Gin-sensei ♠ Word count: 677 ♠ Theme used: Dating sim. ♠ Author notes: I actually have difficulty picturing Murasaki-dono as a student myself but I DO WHAT I WANT OKOK ♠ The body of the fic:
The first day of school is certainly all the excuse some students need to feel nervous, but I can't let myself lose composure that easily. True elegance, after all, goes beyond a refined appearance; it also speaks to the grace in one's actions and in handling every situation with dignity.
With that in mind, it's easy enough not to succumb to the kinds of first-day jitters that so many of the other students around me are falling prey to - turning into blushing, stammering messes when they accidentally run into an upperclassman, slamming lockers shut and then having to reopen them upon remembering they left whatever they opened them for inside, tripping over the doormats as they race back inside the building before the bell rings... It does seem that there are quite a few having trouble today, doesn't it? Perhaps some of them only need a bit of calm reassurance from an older, dignified, and more experienced voice.
- and although I mean myself in that, I don't seem to be the only one who's had such an idea. There's a girl up ahead in the hallway fretting about being unable to find her classroom, but before I can point her in the right direction, one of the teachers steps forward.
I wasn't in Gin-sensei's science classes either of my previous years here, but I've heard good things about him. That he's dedicated to his subjects, that he works very hard to make sure everything is taking the important points out of his lectures and nobody leaves still feeling ignorant...
Those are all admirable traits, but I'd never really been close enough to notice how dignified an air he has about him.
...he is looking this way.
> Try to look very busy reading your schedule. (But why would I do that? I already have my schedule memorized, and I know I'll finally have his class this year, for eighth period.)
> Smile and wave. (...maybe, but I'd rather wait for an introduction that gives me time to make the proper impression.)
> Wait until class this afternoon to talk to him.
Most of the day passes - not in a blur, quite, but predictably enough. Familiar teachers, few new students in my classes - it's not until eighth period that anything feels much different than last year.
Gin-sensei wastes little time on ice-breakers or introductions, getting right to the point in outlining everything we'll be going over for the year and starting on the basic concepts. It's understandable, certainly, but it means that my chance doesn't arrive until the bell rings at the end of the day.
> Go straight home. (There's nothing refined about being in that much of a hurry, especially when one has no pressing appointments to keep.)
> Stick around to say how much you enjoyed the class. (That's more like it, but I'm sure I'm hardly the first to say such a thing. Isn't there a better way to make a lasting first impression?)
> Ask Gin-sensei if he'd like a student assistant to help out.
His expression lights up as soon as the words leave my mouth. I knew I was onto something!
"It's very kind of you to offer! I have some important scientific ventures in the works, but of course it's harder to devote as much energy to them as I'd like when there's teaching to worry about. An extra set of hands would be most welcome."
He starts leading me to the office in the back as he speaks. I wonder what he'll want help with? Organizing his experiments, properly arranging the reports of his results...
The office is a lot bigger than anyone would expect, from looking at the door. Only the corner in the front could really be properly called an office, in fact; there's more lab equipment here than I've ever seen used in any of the class labs. And in the very back, by the sink, there's a pile of dirty test tubes and beakers that rivals anything I've ever seen...
"What I could really use some help getting started with, though, is cleaning up from my experiments."
FIC
♠ # of submission: 1
♠ Title of submission: Not Another Colors Dating Sim
♠ Characters: Murasaki-dono, Gin-sensei
♠ Word count: 677
♠ Theme used: Dating sim.
♠ Author notes: I actually have difficulty picturing Murasaki-dono as a student myself but I DO WHAT I WANT OKOK
♠ The body of the fic:
The first day of school is certainly all the excuse some students need to feel nervous, but I can't let myself lose composure that easily. True elegance, after all, goes beyond a refined appearance; it also speaks to the grace in one's actions and in handling every situation with dignity.
With that in mind, it's easy enough not to succumb to the kinds of first-day jitters that so many of the other students around me are falling prey to - turning into blushing, stammering messes when they accidentally run into an upperclassman, slamming lockers shut and then having to reopen them upon remembering they left whatever they opened them for inside, tripping over the doormats as they race back inside the building before the bell rings... It does seem that there are quite a few having trouble today, doesn't it? Perhaps some of them only need a bit of calm reassurance from an older, dignified, and more experienced voice.
- and although I mean myself in that, I don't seem to be the only one who's had such an idea. There's a girl up ahead in the hallway fretting about being unable to find her classroom, but before I can point her in the right direction, one of the teachers steps forward.
I wasn't in Gin-sensei's science classes either of my previous years here, but I've heard good things about him. That he's dedicated to his subjects, that he works very hard to make sure everything is taking the important points out of his lectures and nobody leaves still feeling ignorant...
Those are all admirable traits, but I'd never really been close enough to notice how dignified an air he has about him.
...he is looking this way.
Most of the day passes - not in a blur, quite, but predictably enough. Familiar teachers, few new students in my classes - it's not until eighth period that anything feels much different than last year.
Gin-sensei wastes little time on ice-breakers or introductions, getting right to the point in outlining everything we'll be going over for the year and starting on the basic concepts. It's understandable, certainly, but it means that my chance doesn't arrive until the bell rings at the end of the day.
His expression lights up as soon as the words leave my mouth. I knew I was onto something!
"It's very kind of you to offer! I have some important scientific ventures in the works, but of course it's harder to devote as much energy to them as I'd like when there's teaching to worry about. An extra set of hands would be most welcome."
He starts leading me to the office in the back as he speaks. I wonder what he'll want help with? Organizing his experiments, properly arranging the reports of his results...
The office is a lot bigger than anyone would expect, from looking at the door. Only the corner in the front could really be properly called an office, in fact; there's more lab equipment here than I've ever seen used in any of the class labs. And in the very back, by the sink, there's a pile of dirty test tubes and beakers that rivals anything I've ever seen...
"What I could really use some help getting started with, though, is cleaning up from my experiments."
...it's going to be a long year.