Out of Place

Early in the morning, Drakios had already set off for his classroom. There was no reason to say in the dorm any longer for Maria had already left way earlier than him.

Arriving at the classroom, the first person there was someone in the student council uniform of a long-sleeved council with the schools' badge on the chest and the student council badge on the shoulder. When Drakios laid his eyes upon her, he noticed that it was the girl from before who'd pulled Joseph Aurelius' hair.

Other than that, he was mesmerized by her beauty, it was as if he was under a curse.

"Don't stare at me for too long, it's like staring into Medusa's eyes, you'll be petrified," said the girl. She looked at Drakios and approached him with her hand out for a handshake.

They were both staring at each other for quite some time until Drakios shook her hand and asked,

"Who are you again?"

This question placed the girl in disbelief,

"Seriously? I'm Matilde Novius, Secretary of the Student Council - Vassal of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. By the way, how the heck are you still wearing the woollen toga?" said Matilde Novius, looking at the outfit that he had all over his body from torso to his legs, a woollen toga with a shirt underneath.

"Well I believe this is what I was told to wear?" replied Drakios.

"Yeah, like before the test right?" asked Matilde.

"Yeah?" Drakios replied with an unsure expression.

Not knowing what to say next, the young man turned to his only companion in the current situation, Prometheus.

"Prometheus? Why did you not know of this?" asked Drakios.

"Well, I did know but...," replied Prometheus.

"But what?" asked Drakios.

"It's in the closet, I placed it on a chest while you were asleep, it's in the dorm," replied Prometheus.

"For a god of forethought, you really are a mischievous one," said Drakios.

Deep in conversation with the god inside his head, he almost forgot that he was still staring with the girl in front of him.

"So are we gonna continue staring at each other or are you gonna do something about that toga you're wearing?" said Matilde.

Hearing her voice, Drakios finally came to his senses.

"What were we talking about?"

"We were talking about why you should go and get changed 'cause you look like the black sheep of the group."

"But yesterday, weren't everyone aside from the Olympians wore a woollen toga?" asked Drakios.

"Listen, it was a formal event so of course we wear our toga and haven't you ever checked your phone? The student council announced to each one of you through a message to start wearing your uniforms today," replied Matilde.

"I haven't checked my phone since," said Drakios.

"So what now? Are we going to continue this conversation or are you going to get changed?" said Matilde.

Without any second thought, Drakios hurriedly ran back to the school dormitories.