M Lenuel T. Vendera, the founder of MLen University, built the said institution in hopes of creating individuals that could contribute great deeds to society, through the form of the graduates they had and would cultivate.
Said University was also publicly praised for "breeding" law-abiding citizens that were far from the so-called "wastes in a human body", or in simpler terms, the shut-in hobos.
'Known for punishing those that disobey the laws and rules--that would often result in nothing but traumatized students,'
'Known for their intolerance of crude behavior--that was a total bullshit-
'Known for their support against corruption and bribery---alright let's not even go there, that's the most ridiculous praise I've ever heard'
Professor Jayne Johans rubbed his twitching forehead as he stood beside the seat of the University Director. The old man was now almost kneeling in front of a well-dressed, kind-looking lady who was also sitting beside an extravagantly-dressed mean-looking older lady who was, again, sitting beside a young man.
"Yes, yes Madame Pierre, we'd make sure to keep our mouths shut!"
"I-is this is your grandson, I presume?" The bald head Universiry Director sounded sleazy and very much like a dirt-bag pervert, but he was actually a rather kind yet crooked individual.
The shiny, bald Head Director glanced at the man seated beside Madame Pierre. He was wearing a cap pulled down just enough to cover his face. He was also wearing a hooded jacket.
"Is this your grandson, Madame?" The Bald Head tried to confirm in a polite way. Terrified that it might upset Madame,
The Madame Pierre he mentioned raised her thin eyebrows. The wrinkles forming on her forehead made her already unapproachable vibe even more unpleasant.
"Make sure to keep an eye on this boy. Don't let him create a mess out of himself." The grumpy old madame made an impression similar to those old ladies who own tons of corporations. It wasn't a farfetched claim, as she was the old madame of the Pierre household and even up to now had overseen matters regarding the Pierre's businesses.
"Yes, yes, Madame." The old director almost broke his back from all those bows.
Professor Jayne Johans, who was still watching this ridiculous theater, of the rich stomping on the lower people in the hierarchy in front of him, couldnt help but frown.
The perplexed expression on his face gave away all his thoughts.
"When can Rio attend his classes? I would appreciate it if you arranged for it to happen sooner. This boy cannot be let alone on his own accord for long." The Madame glanced at her grandson in distaste and clicked her tounge. The good-for-nothing grandson was expelled, resulting in a feud between the higher ups at his previous university.
"He can go to lectures now, Madame. There's no need to wait for long."
"I brought Professor Jayne Johans with me. He would help Rio so he could adjust. He might find it hard to fit in with his peers who had already formed their own circle because he did not enroll here on his first semester. Professor Johans would be the one to have it --"
"Aright, enough" The rude Madame cut him off and sighed.
She was always assaulted by several headaches upon the arrival of this nutjob grandson of hers.
The boy stayed far too long in a foreign country and now he came back with weird hobbies. His first few years in the country were a complete disaster. All the Madame could remember was doing nothing but fixing every problem he caused.
The Madame could have ignored her grandson's quirks and odd tastes in relationships, but it was hard to close her eyes when their actions were eventually caught and almost made the Pierres a laughing stock.
If they were a little late in troubleshooting his shits, then the Madame would not be able to imagine just how much damage it would have caused.
Rio, who was seated right beside her, remained as quiet as a mouse. He looked around uninterested, and in the end, his attention focused on a weird statue sitting atop the director's office table.
A small wooden statue of a male angel, stark naked.
"Rio! Are you even listening?" The Madame tried to peek at her grandson, but his face was covered by his black cap. Annoyed by this, the Madame yanked the cap off his head.
The moment the cap was taken off, Rio's black and wavy hair, highlighted by a few reddish-brown flocks, sprung free.
Rio then finally glanced at his grandmother and sighed.
"What?"
"You---" The Madame almost clawed the ingrate's eyes out but was stopped by the kind-looking-lady's soft voice.
"Mama" The kind lady, Camilla, coaxed her mother into calming down and after succeeding, she signalled for the Professor to take Rio out for his lectures.
Rio sighed and ignored their troubled expressions before he followed Professor Johan.
This time, it was undeniably his fault.
Miru ran while counting the continuation of seconds in his head. It was already 9 o'clock and classes would start at 9:20. It was supposed to be 9 pronto, but the professor informed them that there would be a delay due to an urgent meeting.
"Ah fudge fudge fudge" Miru took a turn and avoided a student who almost clashed with him.
"Sorry!"
It took a few more deep breaths before he reached his class' building and he burned a few more minutes just standing at the door and regulating his breathing.
When he was finally all set, he saw a surprised face of a man the moment he turned his head sideways.
"Y-you?" The man who stood beside him had a baffled look on his face. It was as if he saw someone he knew, and someone he never expected to see. Miru found this weird, since he had never seen this man as far as he could remember.
"Yes?" Miru asked the tall guy despite his hesitation.
"White Man!?" What the man said made Miru frown. It wasn't the first time someone labeled him as a "white man" or a "white boy". It was, after all, based on his skin complexion that gave a lasting impression on other people.
But then again, why--
"Are you just gonna stand there looking like a fool?" Professor Johan's face went in between them and Miru slightly jumped from surprise.
"Chop chop! Come on in! My class duration is almost done. " The Professor coughed to stop himself to avoid cursing.
"Go enter and sit" He went past them and entered. That instant silenced all the students.
Miru glanced at the weird man for the second time, who was still looking at him like he was some kind of a puzzle, before he went inside and sat down in his seat.
'Weird'
The weird man was signalled by Professor Johan to enter and introduce himself a little before he starts his lectures.
The weird man entered and did what he was instructed to do.
"Hi, I'm Rio Pierre. Take care of me." The weird man named Rio smiled, a cheeky one. His piercings shone under the room's lighting and his overall vibe made Miru silent.
For some reason, Miru felt as though a storm was brewing, and its not something pleasant.