Evan Lee Gildred
Eva walked across the campus, the evening air crisp on his face. His slow and shallow steps carrying him to his eventual destination, the girls dorm. Shifting the strap of his messenger bag, he reflected on what had transpired but a few hours earlier. The welcome speech being but a brief highlight of it. All that talk of being human once again and don't show your Youkai appearance to anybody. It was all very dramatic and attention grabbing, but it was not something that Eva himself needed to hear. His life was already hard enough, managing to slip under everyone's noses as a boy living the life of a girl. The hardships he had gone through to forge records and get a room in the girls dorm was strenuous enough. He had no intention of outing himself by letting others know what kind of Youkai he was, that would be as bad a giveaway as the other thing he hid.
Shaking his head, he tried to chase the thought from his mind. "You're not going to get caught, just don't do anything stupid," he whispered under his breath, the completely un-masculine sound of his voice carrying from his lips. So far, he had avoided successful detection, changing in private, not really talking with people and generally avoiding others at all cost. There was no knowing what kind of consequences there would be should his illusion be discovered. Would they beat him like the human children did? Ridicule him and cast him out? He could still feel the fists on his body, as if the phantom pain served as a constant reminder to him. Rubbing his hand against his arm, he could still imagine the bruises that he tried so desperately to hide from his parents. His mother would have marched right down to the school and made things worse, while his dad would call him a wuss and demand more training. Both situations he was entirely glad were now over.
So lost in thought, he didn't even realize that he had made it to the dorm and in record time it seemed. Pushing open the door and removing his scarf, he walked down the hall towards his room. The other girls didn't even give him a second glance, as if he belonged there just the same as them. He assured himself that if he passed under these circumstances, he could pass under almost any. Here, he was just a flat chested girl on the way back to her room for the evening. Nothing really out of the ordinary. Ducking into his room, he slipped off his boots and stashed them near the door. His coat and scarf quickly found themselves being hung in the closet and stored neatly for later use. Even if it wasn't particularly cold, he never went anywhere without them. Maybe it made him look like a hipster, but he liked the ensemble.
He left the door to his room wide open, even if he didn't like to interact with others that much, he at least enjoyed the sound of others being around. It didn't make him feel so alone and secluded. Grabbing a book from his bag, he propped a pillow up against the wall and laid on his bed. This was serenity for him, a book, bed and not being beat up. Unfolding the pages, he crossed his legs and set in for the evening to read. He did wonder what everyone else would be up to tonight, or what tomorrow held in store for him, but he tried to focus on his book as best he could. Stealing a glance out the doorway, he just watched as the other girls walked to and fro to where ever they were going. Like a bee hive of activity, that he wasn't a part of. "Maybe later," he sighed and continued reading.