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Erika lay in her temporary room. It was a part of the school's dormitory. She and Yui shared the building, like roommates, or at least that's what the blonde assumed would happen.

The bed was comfy, the sheets were soft, the pillows were like clouds. Clouds stuffed in queen-sized pillowcases. Oh, yeah, this was absolute bliss. So much better than First Class and V.I.P sections, that's for sure. She's never had a bed this pleasant.

A day has passed since Erika was brought to this, uh, Garden school thing. The teenager has come to terms that she wouldn't be going home anytime soon and that she should just make herself as comfortable as she possibly can. What better way than to break in her new room?

"Erika-san?" Yui's voice pierced through the comfortable silence the blonde happily soaked herself in.

The purple-headed teen lightly knocks on Erika's door before entering. She timidly looks around the wide room before locking her eyes on Erika's laying form. 

"What is it?" Ruined! Her day of silence is ruined now! Erika kept her annoyance in. She spared no glance at the girl and continued to bask in the darkness behind her eyelids.

This girl reminded her so much of her younger brother Glen who constantly wanted to be in her business. Always watching and pitching a fit when she decided to try and do something, well, whenever she was around. It was worse when she visited from going on tours. He had to ride in the tour bus, he had to play with her guitar (he broke it once and it wasn't cheap to replace), he had to be up in her life.

"Well...I...the entrance ceremony is today."

"The what?" Erika opened an eye, staring right at Yui, who stood near the foot of the bed and the middle of her room, wearing a light-colored uniform with a dark skirt and thigh-high stockings. 

It made Erika raise an eyebrow. An entrance what now? Is that like an assembly or something?

"The entrance ceremony. It's to welcome the students brought here by Zeus, " Yui said who brought her hands to her midsection and laced her fingers together. "And since we aren't able to leave until the guys learn what they need to from us, I figured it'd be a better start than—"

"No thanks."

"What?" Yui yelps out. "But...but we all need this!"

"Listen, Yui was it?" Erika sits up, propping her body up into a sitting position. "I don't know about you, but I'm not bending over backward for some guy who thinks he's a god and saying I have to play in his game for his twisted delusions."

"But, you saw what he could do, Erika-san!" Yui weakly argued.

"Okay, I'll admit yesterday was a little...weird, " Erika nodded toward the side. "I can't explain any of it, and I don't wanna think about it too much, I've got a headache." 

"Erika-san!" Yui pursed her lips and mounted her balled hands on her hips as if she were trying to play mother hen, which was so not working with Erika.

"Listen, chica, I don't wanna be here, okay?" Erika had enough of this girl's yapping. She easily jumped off the cloud-like bed and stalked toward the purple-haired teen. "I'm sure most of those guys feel the same. Do me a favor and walk your little ass on outta here, 'cause I'm done doing with this bullshit."

"I understand your feelings, Erika-san, I really do, but in order for us to return home, to our lives, we've got to teach the gods what we know."

Ugh! Erika hated it when people overthrew her with their unreasonably reasonable logic. She also didn't like the fact that she was stuck here until they fixed the gods' problems. And, in honesty, maybe she didn't want to leave as much as she forced herself to feel and say. It got her away from Jackson and the oh-so-adoring-fans. 

Her room was beyond VIP and the food was way more delicious than she ever could've imagined. Erika couldn't decipher if it was because she hasn't been this comfortable in a while or if it was because of that deliciously gorgeous Thor guy. (Oh, yeah, he's hotter than July.)

Now that it's brought up, despite him being a god (after a long hour of contemplating) Erika accepted his origins and labeled him more mysterious. And she liked mysterious. It rumbled her insides. Not like that one time she met an attractive solo singer right after eating a quesadilla. Heh, that didn't end well for either of them. It's on the list of things she has to live down.

"I hate it when people are right, " Erika fingers the bridge her nose her thumb and index finger. "Fine, whatever."

"Really?! This is great-"

"Just one condition, " Erika interrupts Yui, who pauses and looks at her expectantly. "I'm not wearing a skirt."

"It's part of the uniform."

"I'm not wearing a skirt," Erika repeats herself.

Yui paused, contemplating whether she should continue the argument or not, and after a few measly seconds, she nodded, "That's okay, Erika-san. As long as you are participating as well."

Ugh. Erika peers over at the stiff-looking uniform that had sprawled on that glorious round dining room table. It was flat as if someone had just ironed it. She frowned, grimacing with discomfort. 

Out of everything that's happened, she wouldn't let herself become a victim of pants-shaming. Approaching the blazer and shirt, Erika snagged the clothing by the collars. The fabric was amazingly soft, light, and thin enough for the skin to breathe. The button-up blouse looked like she could pair it with a good pair of jeans.

Her stormy eyes flicker to the dark purple skirt, almost glaring. Yeah, there was no way she'd be willing to wear a skirt.

Skirts are for sissies.