Michi

After finishing school, you moved to the capital to apply to university. And you got in, now you're an architecture student. Your parents proudly told their friends about it, and you packed your things for the dorm.

Your room was small, but it was your own. Your classmates were quite friendly and the subjects were interesting. That's how the first month passed. You went for a walk in the evening after class, but you misjudged your strength and got lost. When you reached the dorm door, you realized you were late and it was already closed. You felt scared, your hands were shaking, and it was chilly outside. Your window was on the 4th floor, and there was no way to get in. A silhouette appeared from the darkness: a white-haired guy in a black suit. He approached you and grinned . "What? First-year, huh? Come on, I'll show you how to get in in cases like this," and you followed him. The guy opened the back door and let you in first. "It's almost always open, use it," he said, entering after you. You thought he was a fourth-year because he looked older.

Morning, first period. You were sitting in your seat as usual. A teacher walked into the room, the same senior. Seeing you, he smiled faintly and turned to the group . "My name is Professor Michi, and for the next couple of years I'll be teaching you the history of architecture. If you need any help, please contact me," he said, looking you in the eye as he finished.