Thread: He's Not Quite What She Seems (Kveria & Xerxes)

Walking along across the still-unfamiliar campus of his new University, Sammie Page couldn't help keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with any of the other students on the way to their own classes. He knew that the anxiety would lessen as he got more familiar with everything and, to a much lesser extent, everyone. But for the moment, it was practically crippling. As he approached the building that contained the room his first class would take place in, he couldn't help but wonder how everyone saw him as they passed him by. He was wearing a pair of somewhat form-fitting jeans, and a light blue hoodie halfway unzipped to reveal the plain white shirt he was wearing underneath it, which also went well with the similarly light blue slip-ons he was wearing. He wasn't showing very much of it, but every inch of his skin that was visible was quite obviously smooth, soft, and meticulously hairless Save for that on his head, of course. For all appearances, he didn't doubt that almost everyone assumed he was a girl just from his looks, and not even a particularly tomboyish one at that. It embarrassed him enough that his cheeks warmed up a bit, but he also couldn't help wondering if any of the guys that passed him by happened to take a liking to the way he looked... When he finally reached the doorway into the building that was his destination, he quickly shook himself out of these thoughts, trying to hold his head the slightest bit higher now that he was inside. Turning right, like he remembered from the tour he'd taken a little bit ago, he didn't have to walk far before reaching the classroom... Room 3104... currently housing the advanced literature class that he was set to attend. Standing outside the door with slightly pursed lips for a moment, he shifted the small white backpack slung over his shoulders for a moment, before taking a deep breath and then stepping inside. He was relatively early to class, so not many of his new classmates had quite arrived yet, but those that had looked to be a mixed bag of either attentive and making sure they were ready to begin, or already bored enough that their eyes seemed to be glazing over a bit. Glancing over, he saw Professor Hurst - a fairly old, balding man - getting his own things together as well, in preparation for teaching. Catching his eye as he looked up to see who had entered the room, Sammie met the friendly smile he was given with a slightly nervous one of his own, before turning back to the rows of seats to try and pick out one for himself. It looked as though most of the students so far were congregating near the front of the classroom, with a couple of stragglers sprinkled throughout the back here and there. Eventually spotting a fairly vacant area of the room, he walked up quietly and then took his seat, glancing over for a moment at the girl on the other end of the same row, before turning his attention down to his backpack as he set it down on the desk and began to pull out his own necessary materials. Alright... he'd made it to class, and he was sitting down, and ready to begin... he was ready , he repeated to himself in his head, though he didn't feel any more confident for having thought it...