Start From the Top! (OPEN)

The door onto the roof would crack open and Steven would step out into the breeze of the day, his hair being blown about somewhat and as such he would pull his hair out of being tied up annoyed in order to retie it up tighter to minimise the winds effect. Steven had been coming up to the roof to think and read, to just escape into fiction as he often did. Only he noticed a guy standing near the edge of the roof looking down at the courtyard below. 

"You may not want to stand so close to the edge, if this breeze turns round and decides to pick up some...." Steven would trail off his word, the implication to him was obvious. However Steven wouldn't force the issue, instead heading walking to a clear spot of the roof and sitting down. 

"It's fine. I always wanted to fly," Nao replied casually to Steven's comment on his position on the roof. True, it wasn't the safest place to be, but he didn't really mind. His safety was but an afterthought. Instead of turning to meet this person's arrival, he continued to stare down below. The feeling of being so high up, with the breeze gently caressing his body made him feel relaxed. Free.

Then, the second boy came, inquiring about the location of Room 405. Nao didn't know the school very well himself, having only been there for a few days. The boy was slightly younger than himself he would assume, based on the voice. He turned to the source of the voice, his gaze falling upon a lively-looking boy. Based on the bright eyes and face alone, he could confirm that this boy was indeed younger than him. Of course, the ponytail-wearing boy was taller, but this was something that Nao was accustomed to. 

Nao's eyes shifted to the first boy to arrive on the roof, who was now sitting down, reading a book. Orange was the first thing that stood out. Beyond that, the boy's mature, serene face as his eyes scanned over the book's contents reminded him almost of himself. 

His eyes met with the younger boy's, who was evidently distraught over the unknown location of his classroom.  "Sorry, but I'm new here. Much like you, I would assume." His voice was firm, yet inviting. Unsure of the reading boy's intention on interacting with the newcomer, Nao averted his eyes to him wordlessly. 

"Ah...thanks." Jude now remembered that the student aide who gave Jude the class schedule had cracked a mischievous grin as he walked away. That detail wasn't a big deal in the rush to get to class, but the brown haired boy's response caused Jude to think back to it.

Not one to dwell on the unpleasant past, Jude directed his attention back to the other two students on the rooftop. Neither of them looked like they were violent criminals. Rather, they seemed quite...well, quiet. Maybe they're here by mistake, too, Jude wondered to himself. Jude decided that both the brown haired boy and the white hair boy warranted further investigation. Class could wait.

He walked over to a nearby guardrail and set his backpack down. "By the looks of things, I'm not making it to that class anytime soon. Screw it, I already took the same one back at my old school, anyway. So what are you guys doing up here? I mean, shouldn't you be in class?" Jude chuckled. He knew it was dumb to laugh at his own joke, but humor was his way of dealing with awkwardness. Ironically, Jude's humor usually just made things more awkward.

Steven would look at the guy who had been lead off course with the false class number with a empathic smile. Steven didn't really understand what base level of amusement someone could get from doing such a thing. However, Steven wouldn't care that the fact that the guy said he wouldn't be going to class. Steven would be no hypocrite. Steven however would raise his eye at the other guys response. 

"Wow you seem to hold school in contempt. You alright?" Steven would ask Nao. "I don't go to class mostly because I prefer learning from books, but you sound like something worked you up." Steven added, Nao's word made him think there was a history there. 

"Though the internet can be used for many other things."

Jude considered what the white boy said, and burst into laughter. Perhaps the shock of being dumped into this farce of a high school was affecting Jude's body in strange ways. Or perhaps Jude was just glad to have found a moment of mirth among all the misfortunes of the recent past. It was most likely a bit of both. "Other--heh heh--other things alright. You said it. Hahaha...oh. Sorry sorry. I'm done laughing now. Ahahahaha," Jude shielded his face and struggled to contain the chortling. "Okay I'm done. Really." Even Jude was surprised at himself for cracking up at something like this. Here he was, right in front of a golden opportunity to gain important knowledge and possibly even friends. But instead of approaching the situation with his typical tact, Jude was losing it over mild sexual innuendo.

After mustering his composure, Jude spoke again, "Sorry about that. What I really wanted to say was, how have you two not gone crazy yet? You're different. You guys read books, for crying out loud. I would kill for a good book right now." Then, turning towards the brown haired boy, Jude continued, "Especially you--you look like you've been here for a while. I bet you've seen some shit." Jude shuddered as he imagined what 'some shit' might entail, and made a circular gesture with his index finger between the three boys. "Guys like us, we don't live to fight."

Jude's words had left a bad taste in his own mouth. The last thing that he wanted to do was to sound like a loser, or to bring the mood down. So he added, "But I bet either of you could kick my ass any day." The sound of laughter rang from the rooftop once again.

Steven shook his head with a sigh of a laugh and pinching the bridge of his nose, at the exchange between the younger students. Steven would push himself up of the floor and firstly look at Jude. "Actually you'd be surprised, yeah there are a lot of people who are violent in this school, but it also has it's fair share of peeps just trying to get by." Steven explained, some of his friends were the same, they would step up and fight if they had to though, most learned at least that in this school, but it was not something that they actively sought. "Though your right I have been here awhile, but not as long as you think. Not even a year yet, and this is my last year of high school anyway." Steven added, he had started about half a year back, it was a scary thought of what he might have been like had he started at this school as a freshman. Then again it wasn't like his old school didn't have it's share of issues. 

Steven would then turn to Nao. "Though yeah it nice to see people meeting and getting on, this school does have it fair share of pointless confrontation. If either of you get into trouble, feel free to look me up. My name is Rosett." Steven said introducing himself. 

Nao listened attentively to the experienced boy. He seemed to know the ins and outs of this school. He would be a very helpful contact to have. When that same boy turned to him and spoke about the school body's confrontational tendencies, and offered his help because of said tendencies, Nao nodded. This boy gave off a very knowledgable, capable air. He seemed almost like an older brother. As Nao was thinking this, the boy introduced himself as Rosett.
The other remaining boy spoke to him after acknowledging Rosett's introduction. This boy seemed like a truly peaceful soul, wanting to avoid violent means. Still, he mentioned the concept of sparring to Nao. Sparring? In a school like this, sparring did sound like a good idea. It would help him gain experience in fighting to better protect himself against the dangers that awaited him. Nao nodded to him, too. "Right. I expect to see you around."
Finally, the boy introduced himself as Jude, a boy who apparently would throw rocks at people in a fight? The mental image made Nao smile with amusement.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, lightly pushing Jude into the guardrail. That same wind set the perfect scene for Nao's introduction. Yes. He lowered his head. His hair carried in the wind and shadowed over his eyes, while the slack in his clothing followed in suit. "I'm not one to talk to people on my own accord, but the two of you have proven your worth to me. I will seek you out whenever I am in need, and in turn, I will offer my services to you. I will do my utmost to maintain the sanctity of our destined calling together."
The white-haired boy raised his head, revealing his purple eyes, which almost seemed to be glowing furiously. "We were fated to meet on this rooftop, and meet once again at the top of the world. I will not rest until I see to it that it becomes a reality, for I am..." Nao brushed his hand across his hair and pointed to the sky in one swift motion. His voice rose in intensity and volume as he continued, "Nao Morita! Keeper of fate!"
The grand scale of this introduction was made purely for comedic effect, but most would find it more awkward than anything. Though that was the way most of Nao's jokes went.
Clearing his throat, he returned to a normal, upright standing position and with a neutral expression, "But yeah. I'm Nao. 100% normal, and always willing to help."