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Monday Morning – The First Day at Fukusu no High School
The first morning of the school year unfolded in a flurry of emotions—nervous anticipation, bubbling excitement, and for some, a gnawing fear of the unknown. The crisp autumn air carried the scent of freshly fallen leaves, mingling with the lingering warmth of the late summer sun. Fukusu High School loomed ahead like a beacon of new beginnings, its towering brick walls softened by crawling ivy and the golden hue of the rising sun against the modern glass panels. Banners in the school’s signature colors fluttered overhead, welcoming students both new and returning, their bold letters promising a year of opportunity and ambition. Everyone knows the legacy of this school - even more so for the performing arts curriculum.
From Aspiring Professors and teachers, to the most talented of Musicians and painters.. This school is known to hold their students to extremely high standards as they take pride in their high performance rates and academic success; if you weren’t averaging A’s and B’s the chances of you being accepted to this school were extremely low, and paying to get in would guarantee a very dry, empty bank account.
The grand entrance was a spectacle in itself - students bustling through the wrought-iron gates, adjusting their uniforms, balancing overstuffed backpacks, or simply soaking in the first moments of their high school journey. The returning students walked through with an air of familiarity: some embracing friends they hadn’t seen since the break, while others navigated the crowd with ease. Meanwhile, the first-years lingered near the entrance, wide-eyed and uncertain, clutching their schedules or backpacks like lifelines.
However the returning students seemed to notice something. Things were… Different? Construction workers sat near the school building, giant bulletin boards already plastered with posters and notices, teachers seemed absent from the halls. And no one seemed to be going to their respective campuses… "What was going on?"
That question would soon be answered as a tall, Black and yellow haired man seemed to be shouting something as he walked through the crowd. “To The auditorium!! Make your way to the AUD-I-TOR-IUM!! Let's go! Let's go! Let's see some pep in those steps!!” If you were part of the general education course, some may recognise this man as a student, named Shoji Eguchi, also known as the gym teacher's pet… He was a buff Student, and one of the seniors that were part of the student council. Most would note that he’s annoying, or too loud, while others will note he's pretty kind despite his… overbearing presence.
Whether you were a new student, or a returning upperclassmen, it wasn't long until you found yourself finding a seat in the large auditorium. Both familiar, and unfamiliar teachers sat in the front, talking to one another whilst several people sat on stage, one seemingly testing out the microphone…
Suddenly, as the cesspool of students rushing in finally slowed down, a loud, ear piercing squeak was heard, silencing most of the auditorium as the students covered their ears in surprise. As the final murmurs settled into an expectant hush, a tall, intimidating woman took the stage. She was an elegant figure, her presence commanding yet undeniably warm. Her silver hair sat in a tight bun behind her head, and skinny, rectangular glasses gleamed under the soft lights, framing a face that bore both wisdom and gentle amusement. Dressed in a refined deep-blue suit, she stood with the poise of someone who had spent years guiding students toward greatness. Her piercing yet kind eyes swept across the audience before she smiled, a smile that held both encouragement and the promise of something exciting.
“Welcome, dear students, to Fukusu no High School. I am Nyoko Yuu, or as some of you may already know, Mrs. Yuu, your principal.” she began, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying effortlessly through the vast auditorium. “Today marks not only the beginning of your academic year but the beginning of something far greater - an opportunity to grow, create, and form bonds that will last a lifetime.” She let the words settle, watching as students exchanged glances - some skeptical, others intrigued.
“This year, I am thrilled to introduce a new tradition - our Welcome Festival,” she continued, clasping her hands together. “A celebration designed to foster teamwork, spark creativity, and, yes, raise funds to make this school an even greater place for all of you.” A ripple of curiosity spread through the crowd. Whispers of “A festival? Already?” floated among the students, particularly among upperclassmen, while some exchanged excited grins.
Ms. Yuu’s expression softened as she explained further. “Each team will have the chance to create an event of their choosing - transform your classrooms into a spectacle, prepare delectable treats, dazzle us with a performance, or introduce something entirely new with a workshop! There is no limit to your imagination, only the joy of working together.”
The woman paused for a moment, letting everyone get their whispers and thoughts out before continuing once more. “Now that I know everyone is excited, I will be handing the microphone to your lovely guidance counselor, Mrs. Kiyomi.”
Standing off to the side, another lady walked forth, her features rounder - softer than Miss Yuu’s. She had gentle eyes, and bore long dull colored hair. Taking the mic from the principal, Mrs. Kiyomi hesitated.
“Um–” She tapped the microphone, a loud echoing booming across the Auditorium. “O-Oh dear! So sorry.. Um– I would just like to explain that I will be overseeing the events that Ms. Yuu spoke of. As of late we have noticed a decrease in student motivation. And as some of you familiar faces know, we value the care and well being of our students. So for a little boost, anyone participating will earn extra credit. The winners will earn double the credit so long as you show proper communication and teamwork.” A mixture of cheers and excited voices began to rise, but Mrs. Kiyomi cleared her voice, gaining the students attention once more. “Settle down. The goal of this is for you to make new friends, and learn to value working together. Yes there is a reward, but the true gift you are receiving comes from your peers. Not only your grades.” There was silence, a bit of tension hanging in the air as she spoke her last words. “Either way, between classes or after school, you're free to come to me to discuss your future plans regarding this grand event.”
The moment of calm was promptly shattered by a booming “Heh… That’s the Counselor's way of saying ‘be nice to each other,’ but let’s be real! A little, friendly competition makes things more fun!”
Standing at the side of the stage, arms crossed over his broad chest, was Coach Rocko.
The man was a force. Tall and built like a tank, he looked like he could have easily been a professional wrestler in another life. His tan skin contrasted sharply with his shaggy, shoulder length dark hair, and his sharp, almost mischievous grin radiated pure confidence. He wore a tracksuit that stretched across his muscular frame, the school’s logo emblazoned across the back. His voice was deep and unwavering, each word filled with unshakable enthusiasm.
Gently taking the microphone from Mrs. Kiyomi, Coach Rocko spun around facing the audience.
“You heard her! You’ll be in teams of three to four, randomly assigned, and you’ll have a group leader to keep things in check,” he continued, pointing to himself dramatically. “I’ll be the one monitoring you folks, along with some of our student council seniors that will be supervising you. You’ll meet ‘em once everything is settled.” Coach Rocko winked, and sounds of murmurs erupted across the students - some eager, some wary, and others already sizing up their potential teammates.
“Now, don’t worry if you’ve got concerns or questions,” Ms.Yuu interjected, taking the mic for a final time. “Now that we have gone through the important things, you can head towards the office to retrieve your new schedules! And may your first day at Fukusu no High school be an experience you remember forever.” Ms. Yuu smiled, the staff beginning to make their way towards the back.
With the announcements concluded, the air in the auditorium shifted. Excitement crackled like static electricity, and students began whispering hurriedly to one another - plotting ideas, speculating about their teams, or already brainstorming ways to stand out.
The festival was not just an event.. It was a challenge - a chance to prove themselves.
As students trickled out into the hallways, some bursting with energy, others waiting around in the auditorium, one thing was certain - the first day at Fukusu no High School had officially begun.
The first morning of the school year unfolded in a flurry of emotions—nervous anticipation, bubbling excitement, and for some, a gnawing fear of the unknown. The crisp autumn air carried the scent of freshly fallen leaves, mingling with the lingering warmth of the late summer sun. Fukusu High School loomed ahead like a beacon of new beginnings, its towering brick walls softened by crawling ivy and the golden hue of the rising sun against the modern glass panels. Banners in the school’s signature colors fluttered overhead, welcoming students both new and returning, their bold letters promising a year of opportunity and ambition. Everyone knows the legacy of this school - even more so for the performing arts curriculum.
From Aspiring Professors and teachers, to the most talented of Musicians and painters.. This school is known to hold their students to extremely high standards as they take pride in their high performance rates and academic success; if you weren’t averaging A’s and B’s the chances of you being accepted to this school were extremely low, and paying to get in would guarantee a very dry, empty bank account.
The grand entrance was a spectacle in itself - students bustling through the wrought-iron gates, adjusting their uniforms, balancing overstuffed backpacks, or simply soaking in the first moments of their high school journey. The returning students walked through with an air of familiarity: some embracing friends they hadn’t seen since the break, while others navigated the crowd with ease. Meanwhile, the first-years lingered near the entrance, wide-eyed and uncertain, clutching their schedules or backpacks like lifelines.
However the returning students seemed to notice something. Things were… Different? Construction workers sat near the school building, giant bulletin boards already plastered with posters and notices, teachers seemed absent from the halls. And no one seemed to be going to their respective campuses… "What was going on?"
That question would soon be answered as a tall, Black and yellow haired man seemed to be shouting something as he walked through the crowd. “To The auditorium!! Make your way to the AUD-I-TOR-IUM!! Let's go! Let's go! Let's see some pep in those steps!!” If you were part of the general education course, some may recognise this man as a student, named Shoji Eguchi, also known as the gym teacher's pet… He was a buff Student, and one of the seniors that were part of the student council. Most would note that he’s annoying, or too loud, while others will note he's pretty kind despite his… overbearing presence.
Whether you were a new student, or a returning upperclassmen, it wasn't long until you found yourself finding a seat in the large auditorium. Both familiar, and unfamiliar teachers sat in the front, talking to one another whilst several people sat on stage, one seemingly testing out the microphone…
Suddenly, as the cesspool of students rushing in finally slowed down, a loud, ear piercing squeak was heard, silencing most of the auditorium as the students covered their ears in surprise. As the final murmurs settled into an expectant hush, a tall, intimidating woman took the stage. She was an elegant figure, her presence commanding yet undeniably warm. Her silver hair sat in a tight bun behind her head, and skinny, rectangular glasses gleamed under the soft lights, framing a face that bore both wisdom and gentle amusement. Dressed in a refined deep-blue suit, she stood with the poise of someone who had spent years guiding students toward greatness. Her piercing yet kind eyes swept across the audience before she smiled, a smile that held both encouragement and the promise of something exciting.
“Welcome, dear students, to Fukusu no High School. I am Nyoko Yuu, or as some of you may already know, Mrs. Yuu, your principal.” she began, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying effortlessly through the vast auditorium. “Today marks not only the beginning of your academic year but the beginning of something far greater - an opportunity to grow, create, and form bonds that will last a lifetime.” She let the words settle, watching as students exchanged glances - some skeptical, others intrigued.
“This year, I am thrilled to introduce a new tradition - our Welcome Festival,” she continued, clasping her hands together. “A celebration designed to foster teamwork, spark creativity, and, yes, raise funds to make this school an even greater place for all of you.” A ripple of curiosity spread through the crowd. Whispers of “A festival? Already?” floated among the students, particularly among upperclassmen, while some exchanged excited grins.
Ms. Yuu’s expression softened as she explained further. “Each team will have the chance to create an event of their choosing - transform your classrooms into a spectacle, prepare delectable treats, dazzle us with a performance, or introduce something entirely new with a workshop! There is no limit to your imagination, only the joy of working together.”
The woman paused for a moment, letting everyone get their whispers and thoughts out before continuing once more. “Now that I know everyone is excited, I will be handing the microphone to your lovely guidance counselor, Mrs. Kiyomi.”
Standing off to the side, another lady walked forth, her features rounder - softer than Miss Yuu’s. She had gentle eyes, and bore long dull colored hair. Taking the mic from the principal, Mrs. Kiyomi hesitated.
“Um–” She tapped the microphone, a loud echoing booming across the Auditorium. “O-Oh dear! So sorry.. Um– I would just like to explain that I will be overseeing the events that Ms. Yuu spoke of. As of late we have noticed a decrease in student motivation. And as some of you familiar faces know, we value the care and well being of our students. So for a little boost, anyone participating will earn extra credit. The winners will earn double the credit so long as you show proper communication and teamwork.” A mixture of cheers and excited voices began to rise, but Mrs. Kiyomi cleared her voice, gaining the students attention once more. “Settle down. The goal of this is for you to make new friends, and learn to value working together. Yes there is a reward, but the true gift you are receiving comes from your peers. Not only your grades.” There was silence, a bit of tension hanging in the air as she spoke her last words. “Either way, between classes or after school, you're free to come to me to discuss your future plans regarding this grand event.”
The moment of calm was promptly shattered by a booming “Heh… That’s the Counselor's way of saying ‘be nice to each other,’ but let’s be real! A little, friendly competition makes things more fun!”
Standing at the side of the stage, arms crossed over his broad chest, was Coach Rocko.
The man was a force. Tall and built like a tank, he looked like he could have easily been a professional wrestler in another life. His tan skin contrasted sharply with his shaggy, shoulder length dark hair, and his sharp, almost mischievous grin radiated pure confidence. He wore a tracksuit that stretched across his muscular frame, the school’s logo emblazoned across the back. His voice was deep and unwavering, each word filled with unshakable enthusiasm.
Gently taking the microphone from Mrs. Kiyomi, Coach Rocko spun around facing the audience.
“You heard her! You’ll be in teams of three to four, randomly assigned, and you’ll have a group leader to keep things in check,” he continued, pointing to himself dramatically. “I’ll be the one monitoring you folks, along with some of our student council seniors that will be supervising you. You’ll meet ‘em once everything is settled.” Coach Rocko winked, and sounds of murmurs erupted across the students - some eager, some wary, and others already sizing up their potential teammates.
“Now, don’t worry if you’ve got concerns or questions,” Ms.Yuu interjected, taking the mic for a final time. “Now that we have gone through the important things, you can head towards the office to retrieve your new schedules! And may your first day at Fukusu no High school be an experience you remember forever.” Ms. Yuu smiled, the staff beginning to make their way towards the back.
With the announcements concluded, the air in the auditorium shifted. Excitement crackled like static electricity, and students began whispering hurriedly to one another - plotting ideas, speculating about their teams, or already brainstorming ways to stand out.
The festival was not just an event.. It was a challenge - a chance to prove themselves.
As students trickled out into the hallways, some bursting with energy, others waiting around in the auditorium, one thing was certain - the first day at Fukusu no High School had officially begun.
