With a heart full of dreams and determination to ace is classes so he can follow his dreams, the blue haired male rose his head and eyes to contemplate the entry of the school -- very expensive university for that matter that he somehow was managing to afford on his own even if barely -- before stepping inside.
His shoes clicked over the marbled flooring as he did his best to follow the directions on one of the papers he was offered as he enrolled and soon he was walking comfortably by a long corridor, assuming he has made it to the direction he needed to be by to made it to his first class.
Jasper being whom he is, particular about his tastes, fashion and unapologetic ways, wasn’t surprised that as he passed said corridor full of people around his age, that they started to talk, forming a unison of hushed voices, rushing stares towards his person as they avoided him the next second when noticing him looking and all he could do was lightly smirk.
In part in shyness, but also pride. He did sort of liked to cause a impression and to have his fashion sense appreciated. Blue hair dyed and cut by himself which always took him at least half a day to perfect, a mix of pieces both for females and males that combined into whatever core of aesthetic he tried to convey and accessories that usually went with one the other. Star earrings, with one chaining up by his ear to another piercing, a moon ring and even at times clips if feeling particularly cute, which wasn’t the case on this day, but he surely would use sooner or later.
He bowed to those by the corridor, wanting to be polite and dropped his smile as he rested his back by the door he’d have class on soon enough. He’d also would like to have somewhere to be between classes instead of being a wallflower, even if to seat alone if that came to be the case -- if not making friends, which wouldn’t be surprising, but for the sake of not getting late to class or lost while he didn’t knew the place he felt it was best he played it safe.
While his eyes now were the one studying the feature of other students around, he took notice of the hungry stares another student sent his way -- or at least there seemed to be interest? and rose one eyebrow. As if to inviting her to come on over and tell her what she meant to say, to have the courage to tell whatever was on her mind to his face instead of just murmuring like the pack of hyenas around them.
