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Perfect posture, looking straight ahead, perfect body, and perfectly hidden emotions, kept hidden under a layer of smugness. The idea that he was unreachable is what helped him survive.
He cannot be weak. His father'd be so disappointed in him, he'd worked so hard to get this far there's no way he could give that up. Out of all his siblings he was the one chosen as the heir, he should be proud of that.
Togami fixed his suit, looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't appear as anything less than he'd proven his father he was.
Checking the watch on his wrist, he decided he looked good enough, he had a tight schedule and had to stick to it. Breakfast was in 5 minutes, can't show up a minute before or a second after. There were certain punishments for being both early and late
Of course those punishments made it so that he figured out how to time it perfectly. If he left his room at 7:58:30, walking his normal pace, he would make it to the dining room at exactly 8 AM.
So he stood at his door, tapping his foot, stating at his watch.
7:58:25
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The door opened and he stepped out,
30...
He closed the door behind him and made his way down the hall, his fancy heeled shoes making clacking noises on the polished wood, his well known resting annoyed face plastered on.
"Right on time as usual," his father greeted him with a smile, as they both arrived at the same time, the man did at least follow his own rules. "To be expected of a Togami."
Byakuya's father sat on the far end of the table and he sat on the other end, it was where they always sat. As always, as soon as they sat down some servants came out with their breakfast.
French toast... how rare to have such a common and sweet meal, aa Togami's father had always cared about a healthy diet.
Togami grabbed his knife and fork and cut a piece of it off. Before he put it in his mouth, he asked his father a question, "what's the occasion?"
He wasn't exactly a fan of sweets, he actually preferred unsweet things, but whenever breakfast was sweet there was something going on.
"I wanted to send you off with this, I only get you a few months out of the year ever since you started going to Hopes Peak you know. Also it's your last year." His father was being unusually friendly today, usually he'd be lucky to even get a goodbye from him before he went off to school.
"I'm grateful, father." He really wasn't but, he would take any hint of care he could get from his father.
After he finished breakfast with his father, the car from the school stopped in front of the mansion to pick up the ultimate affluent prodigy. A few servants followed him with his bags as he walked out to the car.
The door was opened for him, and he stepped inside. He sat with perfect posture, his arms crossed across his torso. A school that you can only be invited to by scouts, only the best of the best can go to. A school where he could be around people who were /almost/ as good as him.
No one else had to try as hard as he did, for everyone else it's a pure talent.
It was always a long drive from his mansion which was in the middle of nowhere to Hopes Peak Acadamy. In fact it took from 9 AM to 1 PM to get there. Day one was always getting stuff unpacked and socializing with new and old classmates. Most people however stuck with who they knew.
Togami was always disappointed with how informal the rooms of such an elite school were. Very little space, uncomfortable beds, though at least they had good quality sheets. There was barely enough space for his clothes in the closet, and he was disappointed that the bathrooms didn't lock only in the male rooms.
He finished unpacking and kept the suitcases neatly in the back of the closet. It then finally sank in, that this was his last year, him and all his classmates here 18 this year. He wasn't supposed to have any emotions but he did enjoy the presence of a few of them. Toko Fukawa, Sayaka Maizono, and maybe Leon Kuwata were probably the only ones he couldn't stand.
He made his way to the dining hall, since they all decided the first year that's where they would all meet up. As usual, he was one of the last ones there. The only ones still missing were Celeste and Kyoko.
He scanned for the rat that was Makoto Naegi. He was nothing special, he made it into the acadamy by doing absolutely nothing. He despised him but was also jealous in a way. Sure enough, he was talking to Maizono like they were dating, he knew that they weren't... she's not allowed to date after all, she's a pop idol.
The sight really bothered him, assuming it was just his hatred of Maizono... she's far too emotional for him to handle. He took a seat at the table making sure he had perfect posture and also looking like he was uninterested. He was, but at the same time he wasn't.
None of what was going on concerned him, except for one thing
Fukawa.
"M...Master I missed you!" Nervous as ever and stumbling over her words. He couldn't stand her clumsiness, her weakness. She was probably the least useful person he knew.
he sighed and just ignored her. He pushed his glasses up and looked out the window. The world was just as boring as it always was, but it was more bearable than the annoying Toko sitting right next to him.
He couldn't help but shoot a glance towards Makoto every once in a while, who always had his eyes on Maizono... or was talking to Kirigiri, the daughter of the headmaster.
The boy was fascinated to Byakuya. So helpless, an average joe, a commoner, a plebian. Yet everyone flocked to him. Maizono and Kirigiri both have an obvious crush on him. Makoto was one of the only things that confused Byakuya.