As a Kureshima, I don't need to eat on the schedule of the university's cafeteria, I can afford to dine at my leisure, wherever I decide, whenever I decide. I shouldn't even technically be living in this dorm, but it was an unfortunate paperwork oversight, one that should be corrected by next term, at the latest.

I don't actually mind.

A taste of the common lifestyle should do me some good. It's nice, sometimes, to pretend to be an average person. Someone without a name, without any real power.

That's how I choose to look at it, anyway (at least officially, my personally feelings on the matter are my own).

I am enjoying university. I am enjoying being just another face in the crowd - for now - I can move about as I please, do what I please, without anyone watching over me.

I am on the phone with Mitsuzane, as I make my way toward the door, when I pass the vending machines, and spy another student... seeming to be in the middle of an attempt at hot-wiring a vending machine.

"I will have to call you back, Mitsuzane, I'm very sorry. You should get some sleep anyway, it's quite late."

I hang up after saying my goodbyes, pocketing my phone and moving to the other student's elbow.

With my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I tilt my head, putting a faint and lopsided smile on my face.

"What, exactly, are you attempting to accomplish?"