The day of the official commencement of their academic session arrived, and a buzz of activity and chatter filled the hallways of the male dorms. Excitement bubbled in the hearts of every student as they trooped out of their rooms, dressed in their uniforms.
Their figures looked sharp and prepared for whatever the school had to throw at them, and that much enthusiasm charged the air with so much energy that individuals like Tristan could only join in.
Tristan stepped out of his room looking his best. His uniform had never gotten rough and today he had made sure to comb his hair till there was hardly any strand out of place.
His eyes flashed with peals of excitement once in a while, and when he saw the excited faces of his fellow male colleagues, he felt his heart churn with even more zest.
Taking a deep breath he made his way out of the building, his destination the same as others.
